#twofer

But halfway through the movie you’re absentmindedly rubbing circles on Art’s thigh and he’s gnawing on the inside of his cheek, debating what to do next. He turns to you and decides he just has to do it. Cups your face and leans in and gives you the sweetest kiss; he tastes like artificial butter and cherry coke and the gum he chewed beforehand as a sort of manifestation of this exact moment.

Eventually, you deepen the kiss because he’s not wanting to be forward or presumptuous but you’ve been wanting him to kiss you for months now and he wore these grey sweats and his hair is messy, eyes wide. He whimpers as you guide his hand to cup your pussy, wet and impatient for him. He pushes your panties to the side and leans on top of you unhinging his jaw to kiss you harder, feel his tongue with yours. Curling his fingers inside you, he gasps at how tight you are.

“Did you bring a condom?” You tug on the hem of his shirt. He nods, pulling out the purple foil from his pocket.

He fumbles with it, cock hard and heavy in his hand and he’s glad his windows are tinted so nobody can see. But you’re looking at it. Pretty and pink with purply veins. He’s flushed; aroused, embarrassed, in love. Pushes inside of you with his fingers interlaced with yours. His movements are fluid and he groans as you grind your hips to meet his, foreheads pressed together and slick with sweat.

“Fuck,” he’s close already and you pushing your shirt up to reveal your perfect tits isn’t helping him. Latches onto your nipple and looks up at you for approval. It’s a miracle how fucking hot he is, yet how unaware he is of it.

Patrick knows what he wants when he floats the idea. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. But he’ll try it, even though you’re such a goody two shoes. This is your third date and you’ve made out a little, but sex just hasn’t happened yet. Patrick has this way about him, though. When he makes out with you, he teases you—gives you a glimpse of what’s right in front of you. He won’t pressure you; it’s a slight flip of the hem of his t-shirt, a glimpse of his abs. The obvious tent in his shorts from the five-minutes of slow kissing you gave him when he dropped you off after dinner.

It leaves you wanting more. And, even though this—the drive-in, fucking at the drive-in—was his idea, he wants you to think it was yours. The movie starts and you’re already stealing glances at each other, moving closer. He smells like tobacco and musky cologne. Soon, you’re tucked under his arm and he looks down at you, his thumb rubbing your cheek. You lean up to kiss him: a tiny peck. Just because.

But he wont do just one kiss; he tilts your chin up and softly bites your bottom lip, running his thumb across the skin and then his tongue is in your mouth and so is the spearmint gum he was chewing. You whimper. Patrick uses his teeth to pull the strap of your tank top down.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

You nod and push your hand under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his tan, the easy hardness of his muscles.

“Can you take this off?” You feel embarrassed to ask, but he’s quick to entertain your question.

And before you know it your own shirt is off and so is your bra. Patrick all but devours you, kissing and licking around your nipples and pushing his huge hand down the panties hidden underneath your little denim skirt.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He smiles against your lips and you whimper.

His fingers are quick; they spread you open and push themselves inside you, thumb intermittently rubbing your clit in small circles. Your head falls back onto his shoulder. But then he stops because he wants to hear your groan of disapproval, the little mewls that tell him just how much you like this— being fucked by his fingers in public. Dirty girl.

“You want me to keep going?” He asks, bringing his fingers up to lick them clean. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”

You watch his lips wrap around his fingers and nod.

“Which one is it?” He’s mocking you and you like it.

“Fuck me.”

As quick as you say it, Patrick sits up on his knees to undo his belt. Lays you down as he pushes his boxers down. Kisses your ankle as he pulls your legs over his shoulders and swallows your moans as he ruts into you hard enough for the car to rock.