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Wet For Lucas (1)

Wet For Lucas (1)

Tiana's POV

The theater was almost empty, as only just a few scattered silhouettes in the darkness for the midnight horror screening remained. Lucas had picked the very last row on purpose, the one that was positioned against the back wall where the light from the screen barely touched us. I sat beside him in my short black skirt and thin silk top, already feeling the nervous heat building low in my belly before the lights even went down.

The moment the theater plunged into darkness and the opening scenes began to flicker across the big screen, Lucas placed his hand on my bare thigh. His touch was warm, confident, and unhurried. He didn’t say a word, he simply slid his palm higher, pushing the hem of my skirt up until the cool air met the damp lace between my legs.

I was already wet. Shamefully, eagerly wet.

His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen c**t through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

He slipped two fingers under the lace, gliding them along my slick folds before pressing them firmly against my c**t again. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. The wet fabric created this delicious, rough friction that made my hips twitch on their own. He circled my c**t with slow, firm strokes, spreading my arousal until the lace was completely ruined and clinging to me.

My breathing turned shallow and ragged. I gripped the armrest tightly as he explored me, his fingers moving with expert patience. He pushed two fingers inside my entrance, sliding easily through my heat, then curled them slowly while his thumb kept working my c**t over the soaked lace. The dual sensation made my thighs tremble.

A low, helpless sound escaped my throat. Someone a few rows ahead shifted in their seat, but no one turned around. The movie’s terrifying soundtrack swelled, covering the soft sounds of Lucas’s fingers playing with my dripping p***y in the back row.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear as he pushed his fingers deeper. I rocked against his hand, chasing the friction, my skirt now bunched high around my waist. The risk of being caught only made everything more intense. My n*****s were tight against my top, my skin flushed hot despite the cool air in the theater. Every slow curl of his fingers sent sparks racing up my spine, making my toes curl in my shoes.

Lucas added a third finger, stretching me open while his thumb pressed firm, steady circles on my c**t. The pleasure built fast and heavy, coiling tight in my core. I was dripping down his hand, down my thighs, probably leaving a wet spot on the seat beneath me. He kept the rhythm steady and relentless, f*****g me with his fingers while the horror movie played on, screams and violence flashing across the screen in stark contrast to the filthy pleasure happening in the dark.

My hips rolled against his hand, chasing every stroke. Lucas seemed to sense exactly how close I was. He curled his fingers harder, rubbed my c**t faster and pushed me right to the edge. My breathing became quick and desperate and I could feel the orgasm building like a wave ready to crash.

The orgasm hit me suddenly, intense and overwhelming that I had to clamp my thighs around his hand, biting down hard on my lip to keep me from crying out as powerful waves crashed through me. My p***y clenched rhythmically around his fingers, fresh wetness flooding out and soaking his hand completely. The pleasure rolled through me in long, shuddering pulses that left me dizzy and breathless. Lucas didn’t stop moving his fingers, he kept stroking me through every single contraction until my body finally started to relax on the seat.

Only when the last tremor finally stopped did he slowly withdraw his fingers. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean right there in the dark theater, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. The sight made my spent p***y twitch with fresh hunger.

Lucas leaned in close again, his voice a low, wicked whisper against my ear.

“That was just the beginning, Tiana. The movie’s not even halfway through.”

He didn’t pull my skirt back down. Instead, he kept my panties pushed to the side and rested his hand possessively between my thighs, two fingers gently stroking my sensitive folds as the movie continued. Every small movement sent aftershocks through my body. I was still dripping, still throbbing, and already aching for whatever he planned to do next in the darkness.

The horror on screen grew louder and louder, but nothing could match the thrill of Lucas’s fingers slowly teasing me again, keeping me right on the edge while the rest of the world watched a movie none of us cared about anymore.