The One Addicted (44 page)

We choose drinks and I refuse the champagne Seb initially suggests, choosing
 
soft drink instead. We then grab a selection of sweets from the array of brightly coloured penny sweet jars; strawberry laces, cola bottles and gummy bears and Sebastian grabs a large salted n sweet popcorn. A well dressed young man, shows us the way, through arched doors, labelled Screen 1, into a dark velvet lined room and to our seat, which are also not the norm, but instead cosy velveteen sofas, complete with plumfy cushions.
 

“Ooh sofas!”

“I know - we can cuddle up and I’ll have you right next to me the whole time.”

Just my thoughts.

“I’ve hardly left your side these past few weeks.”

“That was my cunning plan.”

We snuggle down, get comfy and I feel Seb’s arm slide along the back of the sofa, his warm hand clasping my shoulder. This was bliss. I’d loved the holiday but coming home to Finn and rainy England had been wonderful, with Seb at my side although it had been manic the past few days, easing myself back into work and reality. This chance to kick back and spend some quality time with my lover in the middle of the day, felt somewhat illicit, naughty, but oh, so nice!
 

His lips press against my hair and I scoot down into the comfy settee and his body further. The scent of him filling my nostrils, all clean with that sexy edge - I haven’t a clue what we are here to watch. I’d just done as I was asked and followed him, like a lapdog.

“What’s the movie?”

“You’ll see.

I swat him playfully. “Don’t hold back. What are we watching? I don’t do horrors you know that.”

“I know. Don’t worry. Trust me.” He lifts my chin with a finger and leans in to kiss me, gently, before the expected sparks flicker around us and the need to deepen the kiss is a must.

“Not yet, lady. Wait till the lights go out.”

“Spoil sport.” But I’m rewarded with a thigh squeeze and happily settle in as the lights go down and the movie begins.

Its not long before I realise that this is an older film and a saucy one at that. I had never seen
Nine 1/2 weeks
before and had mentioned it a few times to Seb over the years. I can’t believe he’s remembered but more importantly, I can’t believe we are going to watch this in here - together.
 

I feel his eyes flicker over me but I continue to watch the screen, as Kim Basinger makes her first appearance. The cheesy 80’s music filtering through the cinema surround sound is fabulously kitsch and I squish Seb’s hand in thanks. This is just what I wanted. Something really unusual and me and him - alone.

“You happy?”

“Very. I can’t believe you’ve arranged this. We were only talking about it the other night with Abby & Nathan.”

“Mmm hmmm, and I’m going to prove you wrong.” My confused frown is enough for him to continue his explanation. “…that porn, albeit soft porn has its place. It’s suggestive and provocative and will wet your appetite.”

Just watching his mouth say the word wet is enough to turn me on but I’m not about to give him the upper-hand and instead revert to pretend prudish Lulu. “Sshhh - you’re spoiling the movie.” I smirk at him, and brush a lock of hair back off my face. “There is no way that this type of film can turn me on. I’ve already told you that, Mr. Silver. I prefer the real thing.”

“We’ll see.” Then he leans in and whispers in my ear, his rough unshaven stubble, tickling my lobe and I shiver at the subtle touch. “I love a challenge Ms. Myers and you are most certainly that.”

We let our hands drop to link between us, his thumb stroking rhythmically up and down and I take one last look at his devastating profile before returning my focus to Kim’s journey through the streets of New York. It’s not long before she is in a China Town Deli, with Mickey Rourke making his presence known. His intensive smile is enough to catch Kim’s eye. We watch for a while, and I inch closer to the delicious man next to me, casually sipping his beer. I’m desperate to feel his leg against mine.
 

I love the seductive reggae music as they wander through the flea market, John catching sight of Lizzie, whilst she admires a scarf, and the fact that she is so happy to openly dance - be free. “She reminds me of you. Adorable, unaware of your sexiness and hot! And with a fuckable mouth!” Seb whispers suggestively in my ear.

I lick my lips to moisten my dry mouth, in the dark. The man was good with words. Rather like Mickey - intelligent and witty with a dark edge to him. The way he buys her the scarf is something Seb would do. In fact reminds me of the time he bought me Louboutin’s and then made me wear them for him. Twenty plus minutes into the script and their unmistakeable attraction is drawing me in, zinging every part of my body to life and making me restless next to my own tall dark lover. I can totally relate to Kim’s panic at just letting herself
let go
and allowing herself to get swallowed up in the maddening draw of such a seductive man.
 

Sebastian’s hand skims my neck, as his arm slides around me, once again. My spine tingles at the lightest of contact, just as I watch Kim blindfolded. Again I remember the tremble of fear as the mask was tied behind my head but at least I was able to see something. I’m not sure I’d like complete dependence upon a man in such a way. The clink of the ice in its glass is like I’m back in Room 22. I feel like I’m watching myself up there on the big screen with Seb toying with me. His fingers knead my shoulder, warm and firm. My nipples are erect at just the thought, pushing through my dress, aching and heavy.
I wish he’d reach down and grab my breast.

I take a sip of my diet coke in it’s glass bottle, through the straw, catching the condensation running down the bottle with my tongue. I can feel Seb’s eyes upon me, his other hand on my knee. The heat emanating from him is comforting in the air-conditioned theatre, even though I’m already becoming hot and bothered. The sound of my own breath rings in my ears. Every slight movement is not enough, not nearly enough. Kim’s character is erotically charged, obsessed and can’t concentrate on her work. Her body needing to be touched continuously. She is me.

I hate that yet again the controlling alpha male that fills my waking thoughts and turbulent dreams, is right. This kind of movie is a turn-on when you’re with the person that turns you on; the only person who can turn you on and with whom you can be yourself.

Jumping, my eyes fasten on a figure making his way towards us, interrupting our private party for two. How dare he? He’s carrying a tray but after placing it on a side table at the edge of the sofa, he gives a quick polite nod to Sebastian, before scurrying away, as fast as his legs will carry him. The sense of relief is immense.
 

I feel Sebastian move away from me but not for long as I watch Lizzie and John act out their food fetish’s in front of the fridge. I’d heard about this scene in magazine articles about making sex more fun, over the years. Then jump as I feel something against my mouth. Sweet and cool and melting. Strawberries dipped in chocolate. We hold eyes the whole time he feeds it to me, pushing his thumb pad into my mouth and I suck. The moment is so damned sexy, my heart is pounding and reminiscent of our special night. I slowly lick my lips, touching a fingertip to them to collect any juice. He feeds me another, the frozen chocolate cracking loudly as my teeth bite into it. We kiss and his tongue licks my lips clean of any residue. God, please don’t stop. My core clenches and I place my leg over his knee, leaving it swinging gently, his hand returns to my knee to hold it there. My whole body is tingling, buzzing. Addicted.

As ‘Say Goodbye’ plays over a montage of their intimate time together. Him buying her underwear, their laughter and banter, their desperation to have one another at every turn.
Primal.
I move my left leg out a little further, opening myself and raising my dress above my knees. It’s instinctive. I can sense Seb’s awareness next to me, his body language is open, firm thigh more taut, fingers kneading my leg, moving inwards - higher. I hold my breath as they slide upwards and he leans in and presses his head to mine. His other hand flicking my strap down, causing my breast to ping free in its lacy encasement. I groan out loud as his palm feathers over my nipple and cups me. His other hand, nearly at the apex between my thighs. My surprise nearly upon him. I can feel the heat down there, and the damp, ready to welcome him home.

I look up at the screen as Kim and Mickey are fucking in the alley, water cascading all over them, him ripping her vest top to free her breasts and watch in awe, as I feel my own breast being kneaded, his roughened fingertips sliding inside my cups to perch me, making me more accessible and extra pert. As his finger nears my opening I lick my lips and sigh in pleasure as he slides one then two fingers inside me.

“Ah fuck me - if I’d known you were commando, baby, we’d never have gotten this far into the film.”

I smile and wriggle further onto his fingers. Our faces are touching and nudging one another without actually kissing making the waiting game unbearable. I can’t believe I’m naked to the waist, my breast out on show, in a public place. I’m completely wanton and desperate to have him fuck me and fill me. His fingers work their magic, flicking over my clit and swooping back inside, over and over, around and around until finally my mouth puckered and ready, he tongues me.

And it is heaven. I can’t get enough as we devour each other’s lips, sucking and tasting and merging until we are one and I moan at the loss, as he drops to the floor, moving my legs one by one to hook over his shoulders, my stilettos resting on the back of row in front of us. His sexy, hooded, liquorice blacks holding my gaze in the dark, hooded and full of sex, the image of Kim undressing behind him, leaning back on the bed, waiting for John. I watch as he slowly, with exquisite steadiness, pushes my dress higher, baring me to him. His mouth is so close to my pussy, spread open wide to his face, I can feel his breath upon my clit, brushing over it as ripples of pleasure
 
pour over me. My heels grate on the hard metal backs of the seat in front, as I push down into his face and throw my head back towards the high domed ceiling of the theatre. Finally his tongue reaches out and licks me. My moan echos around us as I look up at the screen, where Mickey has just asked Kim to ‘Spread your legs for Daddy’.
 

“I’ll never get enough of your taste. I’ll never get enough of you. Let yourself go, Lu.”
 

All I want is Seb - nothing could have stopped me having him at this moment, here, in a public place. I clasp my hand over his, now kneading my breast and free my other nipple, roughly dragging the material trapping it to one side, before tweaking it in unison with his own movements on the other. His tongue continues to work its magic, thrusting inside of me, rimming the side of my labia and washing back and forth across my needy nub, then repeating the process over and over, before slipping a finger inside of me. The spirals of pleasure begin to speed up, flying around at breakneck speed to reach their end goal. My whole body is on fire; burning for him, full of need and addicted to this beautiful man and what he can bring out of me. In that moment I shatter around him, crying out into the dark so loud, I’m sure that the young attendant heard me. I don’t care. I’m melting.

“That’s it, baby - scream as loud as you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. Seb, I need you in me now!”

His mouth falls on mine and I can taste myself on him, as he invades me, duelling our tongues. I drop my legs as he returns to sit beside me on the sofa and pats his lap. His cock, jutting out of his jeans, ready and engorged and rock hard. Settling over him, my knees either side, he draws my dress upwards, baring me to him again. My behind is out for anyone to see, my back to the screen, my pussy on view, as I grab him and slowly impale myself onto his cock. He watches as I painstakingly take him all, swallowing him with my needy pussy. His hiss is all I need to take the last few inches of him inside of me. The sheer size of him makes me gasp and I feel his warm hand grab my hips to encourage me to move, then drop to cup my behind, massaging it as we begin to form a rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth with a little rotation thrown in every once in a while and his mouth is on my tits as I cradle his head to my chest. His groans become quicker, more invested as I feel him grow harder within in me and my recently serviced and swollen clit rubs against him in tandem, the grinding of our bodies, wild and determined. We shatter together as we reach euphoria, breaths ragged and frantic.

“I fucking love you.”

“Like no other.” My words come out in broken breaths.

“Me and you, baby.”

I can hear the strains of the credits and end track behind us but right now I don’t care that I missed the ending - we’d made our own ending to nine and half weeks. Our own ending to nearly four weeks.

Sebastian assists me in settling comfortably back onto the sofa and I use a tissue from my purse to have a quick clean up, before we meet again for a love-filled kiss. This had been the most fabulous and naughty date-night. I am so lucky but already twinges of reality are beginning to flicker through my mind as my body comes to terms with the immense climax I’ve just experienced.

“So, I was right.”

“Sorry?”

“Porn does have an effect on you.”

“No. Not porn.”

“Really, Ms. Myers - after what we just shared you cannot admit to yourself that watching two people having sex made you wet?”

I chew my lip, unsure how to answer this one. He was right it had turned me on - hugely. But I still hated porn and the way it objectified women to total perverts.

“Don’t chew your lip, baby or I’ll lie you down right here, amongst the stray popcorn buckets and used sweet wrappers and show you how you make me feel, when you do that.”

With a coy smile I look up at him, purposely seductive. I love that I can make him want me with such a simple expression. “This film … maybe.”

“What? This film maybe - what? You have to say it, Lu. I want to hear you say it.”