Page 66 of The Publicity Stunt

Right then, the door to the theater swings open and April jerks up straight. An usher appears in the doorway with a flashlight. I’m about to take back my hand, but April stops me, looking at me, shaking her head.

Jesus fucking Christ. I’m not gonna last long.

A sense of panic comes over me, but the fact that she doesn’t want me to stop—fuck, I’m too turned on now. I rub her clit faster as the usher walks down the aisle. April tenses, her muscles clenching around my finger, and I slide it in deeper. As the usher walks back up by us, I keep my head straight and discreetly start pumping my finger harder. Her lap is covered by my jacket, so no part of her is exposed. The usher leaves and exactly two seconds later, I feel April come all over my hand. Her abdomen spasms and her hand whips to my wrist to stop my movements. She bites down on my shoulder to muffle her cries and I kiss the top of her head as she comes.

Her flesh glistens with a light layer of sweat, and I brush back her hair so I can see her face. I slowly slide my hand out from under the jacket as April tries to collect herself.

“Hi,” I whisper.

She smiles. “Hi.” Her breathing is still heavy.

“Was that good?”

She nods. “Can we do it again?” she says and I run my warm fingers over her arm.

“Here?”

There’s a tiny gleam in her eyes which tells me she’d like that. But before I can respond with hell, yes, she leans in next to my ear and whispers, “Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes,” and slowly rises from the seat. Shara turns and looks at her.

April gives her the “bathroom break” excuse along with “too much soda.”

Shara smiles and nods, turning back to the movie. I slide up in my seat so she can get by me. I sit, staring at the screen, waiting for my hard-on to die down, then lean over to Shara and Logan.

“I’m gonna get some more snacks. Be back in a bit. Tell me what I miss.” I probably shouldn’t have said that last bit, because Logan meets my gaze, a knowing smile slathered across his dumb face.

Too excited to be with April, I ignore him and get up and walk up the aisle, pushing through the theater doors. My eyes strain to adjust to the light. The theater is now almost barren. No one around except for a few janitors sweeping up popcorn. I head down the hallway toward the bathrooms and pause outside the door that saysWomen.

Do I really want to do this? This could go very wrong, very fast. I look back to see if anyone notices me, then press an ear to the door. If someone saw me right now—shit. Fuck it. I push the door open and peek in. My shoulders immediately slacken with relief when no woman starts screaming. Three out of the four stalls are vacant, so I whisper-shout April’s name. April unlocks the door and pulls me inside. My heart is racing.

“Hi,” she says, a beaming smile across her lips.

“Hi.” I smile back, tugging her closer, hugging her to my chest. Her heart is speeding too. “So … here?”

With her arms slung around my lower back, April looks up. “Fewer people.”

She’s not wrong. I lean down and kiss her lips, smiling against her mouth the entire time. My hand roams along the curves and valleys of her waist. Parting her lips with my tongue, I deepen the kiss, drawing a gentle moan from her body. Fuck. I harden.

She glances down, feeling me. Her fingers skim over the waistline of my jeans and the slight bulge below it. “Can I?” she asks.

Too lost in the feeling of her body against mine, it takes me a few seconds to process her question, but when she’s about to drop to her knees, I catch her by the arm and pull her against my body. “You want to?” I ask. “I mean, there’s no pressure, Chere. Just because I got you off, doesn’t mean you need to return the favor.”

Cupping my cheek, she carefully draws her lips to mine. She kisses me once, then twice, and eventually pulls back. “I really, really want to.”

Christ.

Blood rushes to my dick and her fingers curl around the side of my neck as she leaves a trail of kisses down the nape, her body leaning into me, my breath shallowing.

My dick stirs, and I trail my hand up her arm. My heart is beating so fucking fast, I can barely breathe. She lowers to her knees and fumbles with the buttons of my jeans. I help her and she reaches down, pulling me out.

“Will you tell me when you’re about to … you know …?”

I gently hold the back of her head. She’s so fucking adorable. “I won’t come in your mouth.” Luckily, there’s still no one other than the two of us inside the bathroom.

She smiles, excitement flickering in her green eyes, and she takes off her T-shirt, hanging it over the hook. I tighten my fist around the base and pump a few times, bending down to kiss her forehead. “Tell me if you want to stop, okay?”

I palm my erection, and drink in her body and before taking her hand in mine and wrapping it around the base of my shaft. She starts stroking it in front of her face and I stare down her red bra. Reaching behind with my free hand, I unhook the clasp and pull it off her, hanging it over her T-shirt.

She opens her mouth. Tentative. I arch my hips forward and her lips glide up against my hardness, taking me in her mouth and … “Fuck.” She takes me deeper and Christ, that feels … oh, God.