“Oh fuck,” Jaxton grunted. Despite the noise in the theater, the sound was loud, and at the thought that anyone could see, warmth and pleasure spread from Emilia’s core up and down her spine.
Subtlety was now out the window. Faster she slurped and sucked, her lips making none-too-soft wet popping sounds every time her mouth came off Jaxton’s cock. Her pussy gushed with her pleasure, and thinking of Milo again, she rubbed her clit with her thumb, moaning as she rocked on her hand. Jaxton’s face-fucking grew harder and harder and his chair creaked from the effort. Someone giggled a few rows down and Emilia knew with both numb horror and infinite excitement they’d finally been discovered.
Faster.
Faster.
Emilia drove her mouth up and down Jaxton’s cock. Both his hands rested on her head, shoving her down even further as he bucked up at her. There was no warning this time. He jammed his cock to its root into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, making her aching jaw hurt even more, and he came. Just a few pumps this time, blessedly, but she drank it all down greedily anyways. No coughing this time. No gagging. She was eager for it. She was almost disappointed there wasn’t more.
Light.
She glanced sideways, Jaxton’s prick still stuffed into her mouth. An usher stood there, youngish, grimacing. He flicked the flashlight towards the entrance and jerked his head. Emilia pushed herself upright, wiping at her lips, and Jaxton rose after her, casually zipping himself up and tugging down the back of her dress.
They followed the usher out into the hallway. He was slim and boyish, with a goatee and furtive eyes that took in the drying droplets of come on Emilia’s dress. He whispered loudly, “You can’t be doing that in the theater! That’s a lifetime ban, and I should call the cops!”
Jaxton gripped the guy’s shoulder with enough force to let him know there was some serious muscle to him. “How old are you?”
“What?”
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen, but what does that-?”
Jaxton grinned. “Maybe we can work something out.” He gestured at Emilia, who was finally starting to understand. She shook her head frantically, but Jaxton wasn’t paying her any attention. “Look at her. You’ll never get another shot at a MILF that fucking sexy. You want to see her tits?” He reached out and tugged down a shoulder of Emilia’s dress, baring her breast in its bra. That came down too, and the usher glanced around furtively before staring at the big dark nipple and licking his lips. Emilia blushed, but she had to admit, being put on display like this was a massive turn-on.
Slut, Milo whispered again in her mind.
The usher reached out and touched her nipple. Someone laughed inside the theater, and Emilia hurriedly pulled up the dress and they waited for an oblivious fat man to walk by, cradling a bucket and an enormous soda. When he’d disappeared around the corner, the usher said, “Come on.”
They hurried towards the bathrooms, and slipped into the men’s after the usher looked inside to make sure they were alone. The wheelchair-accessible stall was big enough for the three of them, so they went in there and Jaxton locked it behind him.