Jaxton’s grunt this time was audible as she licked his tip, his underside. Something boomed on the screen, and the cover picked up pace as the narrator growled about a chosen one. A hand on her head. Soft, surprisingly soft. A double tap. Maybe Emilia had never blown Jaxton before, but that was pretty universal sign language. She tried to pull away, but Jaxton gripped the back of her head, and with a squawk, her head was shoved down on his length.
Come blasted the back of Emilia’s throat, her tonsils. She fought the urge to cough, to let some of the come escape her mouth with a gasp. The seal she kept over Jaxton’s cock trembled as he just kept going and going. Youth. She’d forgotten about this, the seemingly never-ending virility of them, the sheer amounts young men could and would fill her with.
His grip on her head lessened. She jerked to her feet and collapsed on the chair next to him before grabbing a fistful of napkins from her purse and coughing into them so explosively they got glares from a couple of the audience members. She gasped, “Sorry,” and clutched at her diet soda, sucking it down and alleviating some of the burning in the back of her throat.
Into Jaxton’s ear, Emilia hissed, “You asshole.”
He grinned, and offered her the popcorn. She hesitated, then took a handful to throw in his face. That got a genuine snicker out of him.
They watched the rest of the previews in silence, more for her recovery than his. The onslaught of ads, movie previews, and reminders to shut off their cell phones (and eat the overpriced snacks and chug down that soda, chug it all down, hallelujah) just kept going on and on and on. Emilia reached out for Jaxton’s cock more out of boredom than anything else, and was shocked and pleased to discover him hard again.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Move your soda to the other side.” He did, and she raised the divider between them. Before she could bend over, though, Jaxton grabbed her arm. She looked at him, and he flicked a finger towards the aisle. An usher swept a flashlight up and down the lane, and Emilia settled back, sure the guy was looking for them. Instead, he headed down halfway to the theater, leaning in to speak to a person near the wheelchair access spot. Whatever they talked about was brief, and the usher came back up the aisle and disappeared back out to the lobby. Emilia watched the aisle for a minute or two to make sure the woman in the wheelchair wasn’t going to come up their way, and then hurried to bend over and take Jaxton’s cock in her mouth again.
Where Emilia didn’t use her hands much the first time, now she grabbed his base and jacked his root at the same time as she slobbered all over his tip again. Jaxton rested a hand on the back of her head, and got more into it as the opening studio credits rolled. He was slick and gross with some of the come she hadn’t swallowed down the first time, but there was nothing clean about what she was doing. Not by a longshot. This was dirty, one of the dirtiest things she’d done, and her mind reeled from the insanity of it. She was blowing a young man who just a couple years ago would have been illegal. Fucking hell.