Under Mr Nolan's bed

His eyes met mine, widening in surprise, and then he closed them, his fingers exploring me in the dark, up and down my slit. It felt so good I nearly jumped out of my seat, but I didn’t, staying as still as possible as he slid a finger deep inside of me. He was looking at the screen again, but I could see his chest rising and falling, his breath coming faster. So was mine.

He slipped another finger in, moving them slowly in and out, and I wondered if he was as hard as I was wet. His popcorn tub was balanced on his thigh, the one closest to Erica, and I hoped it would give me enough cover, because I couldn’t stand not knowing. My hand crept over the armrest and under his arm, seeking the steel teeth of his zipper and slipping lower to the bulge under the denim.

I saw his eyes flutter closed for a moment as I rubbed my hand there, just barely noticeable, back and forth. He was hard as a rock and the feel of his cock throbbing against my hand made me crazy with lust. His fingers moved out of me, slippery with my wetness, and his index finger found my clit, rubbing it in slow circles under my panties. My hand gripped him harder as he rubbed faster and his eyes met mine, so full of lust that I thought I would die. I wanted him so much I couldn’t stand it.

Leaning in to me, he whispered, “I’m going to the family toilet, meet me there in two minutes.”

His hand slipped out from under my skirt and I saw him suck his fingers as he stood, moving past me. Breathless, I pulled my skirt down, looking over at Erica. She was watching her Dad with a frown.

“Bathroom,” I mouthed. She nodded and went back to watching the movie.

It was the longest two minutes of my life. My pussy was aching and I squeezed my thighs together, imagining the path to the family toilet in my head, down the hall, around the corner. It was a private, one-room bathroom, meant for use by families with small children. It had a pull-out changing table and a long counter with a sink-and a lock on the door.

“I’m going to get a refill,” I whispered to Erica after what I hoped was a long enough wait, holding up my soda. It was still full, but she didn’t need to know that.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I passed the guy who had been taking tickets. He smiled at me and I nodded, feeling his eyes on my legs as I turned the corner. The family toilet door was locked, but I knocked softly, waiting for it to open.

“Get in here,” he whispered, pulling me into the bathroom and locking the door again. I put my soda on the counter and bit my lip, not knowing what to say.

“God, Leah, you look so fucking hot! I can’t keep my hands off you!” And then he was kissing me, pinning me hard against the wall and pressing his thigh up between mine. His hands were under my skirt, cupping my ass and picking me up until my legs were wrapped around his waist, our tongues meshing, our mouths slanting, our panting breath and the wet sound of our kiss the only noise in the room.

“What if we get caught?” I gasped, rocking my hips against his, aching to feel his cock.

“I don’t care,” he growled as I slid my hand down to rub the bulge in his pants, making him groan. “I’ve been hard since you came down the stairs.” He turned and let me slip out of his arms until my feet touched the floor. “Sit down.” I pulled my skirt up like I needed to pee, leaving my panties on as I sat on the toilet, watching as he unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock with a groan. He pressed the head of it to my lips and watched as I sucked on the tip.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He slipped a hand through my hair and pulled my mouth in tighter. I sucked greedily, feeling his cock swelling as it slipped toward the back of my throat. I moaned around his shaft, my pussy like a hot pulse between my legs as I worked my head up and down his length.

“Easy, Leah,” he groaned, grabbing his cock out of my mouth and squeezing it tight. “Here, lick my balls.” I looked up at him, tentative, reaching my tongue out to touch one of the smooth sacs hanging underneath. He moaned when I sucked it into my mouth, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, pulling the skin over the head of his cock.

“Good,” he breathed as my tongue wiggled over to the other one. I licked at it and then sucked, but it was drawn up tighter toward his body than the other and stayed there, stubborn. Eager, I opened my mouth wider, sucking harder, making him gasp.

“Whoa!” He grabbed my hair and pulled me back.

Surprised, I looked up at him. “What did I do?”

“Easy, there.” He smiled. “Very sensitive.”

I blushed. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He pulled me to standing and kissed me again, making me melt. He pressed me toward the counter, reaching under my skirt and grabbing my ass, squeezing and lifting me up on the edge. He pressed my legs back and pulled my panties aside to look at my pussy under the bright light of the fluorescents. His eyes moved over my flesh, glistening smooth.