"Shut up, you're ruining the movie." Callie whispers as I throw my head back against the seat with my eyes closed, throaty groans slipping past my lips. We're at the movie theater on the monthly habit of watching a new movie and in the darkness of the cinema auditorium, and Callie has chosen to tease the living hell out of me.

"Evil..." I mutter and grab her wrist, trying to make her stop but not really wanting to.

In the middle of an exciting fighting scene, Callie had placed her hand my knee and at first, I just thought she was just so caught up in the movie, but when she had started massaging my inner thigh, I knew what she was really up too.

"I'm not doing anything, you're the one making so much noise!" Callie whispers, defending herself with feign innocence as her hand rubs the bulge in my pants. "You know, this payback." She whispers.

I sit straight up with my hands balled into fists on either side of my legs, trying not to moan out loud as the room was filled with people, some had even turned around to give me scowls and warnings already.

"Is this why you insisted on sitting in the back?" I grumble and involuntarily thrusting my hips to meet her movements. I hear her giggle slightly. Fuck. She's just so damn hot. "Is this because of what I did last night during dinner? If it is, I'm sorry." I tell her desperately, remembering the shocked looks of Stef and Lena last night when they notice what I was doing to her.

"Noo... I had no such thoughts!" Callie says, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. "You know, we can always leave early, and you won't have to wait for me o get back from Roberts." She continues seductively, making your head spin and you had to bite down hard this time to not make a sound.

"Why do you k-keep doing this to me?" I stutter in between breaths, referring to the countless times she teases me among people.

"I love to see that tortured look of pleasure as I get you off in public. You have this adorable frustrated expression..." Callie answers, and I feel her breath on my neck, her fingers teasingly playing with the waistband of my jeans making me consider giving up and just scream.

"Couldn't you have just let me enjoy the movie?" I hiss, "Shit..."

"Nope." Callie hums, popping the 'p'. She keeps palming me, and I'm surprised that I'm still even quiet. She kisses the spot right below my ear, sending jolts through my limbs and raising goosebumps on my arms. Out of nowhere, a low and breathy moan slipped out and I realize it was from me.

"Success." Callie chuckles before she starts to suck on my neck.

"Are you trying to get us... thrown out?" I whimper and try to act calmer than I really am.

"Maybe... It would be fun though, to see the look on that person's face as they realize what we're up to and then make us leave." Callie giggles and tangles her fingers in my hair as her lips travel down my neck to the curve of my shoulder.

"Dammit Callie, I wanna fuck you. Like right now." I hiss. If her sucking on my neck had hurt before, it was nothing to her teeth digging into the skin above my collarbone. "Ugh..."

"That's what you get when you say things like that." Callie breathes hotly in my ear, causing my breathing to increase rapidly and turn shallow.

"Fuck you." I let out a moan, which turns into a loud groan when Callie adds pressure on with her palm.

"Can you shut up back there? We're trying to watch a movie here!" Someone shouts from the row in front of us. Callie laughs lightly against my skin and I feel blush warm my cheeks.

"Callie!" I whine, not really sure of what I want her to do. I want her to stop, because it's clearly getting a little out of hand, but at the same time I'm so close. I wouldn't admit to Callie that it is also really exciting.

"Babe, I think you're a little too loud now." Callie giggles and I realize that I was letting out whimpers and moans that were very audible.

"Don't stop..." I urge her breathlessly. Why would I care if I'm loud? Callie loves it when I'm loud.

Stars exploded in a blinding light behind my eyelids as pleasure courses through my every nerve. Moans and muffled groans left my lips mixed with whispers of Callie's name. All of a sudden, Callie's warmth is gone.

"What...?" I mutter and blink, realizing that the blinding light was coming from a tall, lanky man in a vest.

"Get out."


"That is so not okay," I grumble as I get into the car next to Callie, who has been laughing her ass off ever since we got kicked out. "I never do that to you in public." I complain, and Callie looks at me seriously for a second before she cracks up again, and I swear she's cry because she's laughing so hard

"I'm sorry," Callie says in between laughter. "I just thought that maybe you needed to get rid of some stress."

Then she's laughing again.

"Fuck you," I grumble, and Callie's laughter slowly dies out. "I'll just drop you of at Robert's like we planned."

"Well then, Foster. Start driving."

I can't help but laugh as I start to pull out of the parking lot, thinking over the entire situation. The look on that poor guys face when he kicked us out.

"Now you laugh?"

"Hey, I was too busy being embarrassed." I answer honestly, and Callie just gives me a cheeky smile as if to say sorry.

She'll be sorry when I'm done with her.

"Hey, what ab- Brandon, what are you doing?"

"I'm just driving."

"Okay, touching my leg is not driving."

"Oh, that's your leg? I'm sorry." I answer, looking at her, her eyes meeting mine.

"Eyes on the road!" Callie suddenly shouts, which was really unnecessary, but I slam on the breaks in the middle of the highway thinking we're in actual danger.

"Dammit, Callie you gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry." Callie says, biting her bottom lip.

"Okay, you know what, that's it. I'm pulling over." I tell her deciding that it's the best choice because there's no way that I'm going to wait three hours for her to come home.

"What a wonderful id-" Callie starts to say, but I cut her off, kissing her hungrily. Callie's lips curve into a smile, and her fingers knot themselves in my hair, tugging at the ends gently, and a small moan comes from me.

"Backseat. Now," I say breathlessly, climbing into the back, making sure that I turned the car off. "Now come here." I tell her, giving her a smile.

Callie listens, climbing onto my lap. "Okay, that stunt in the movie theater," I whisper into her ear, my hands resting on her waist. "Was very uncool, yet every.. Interesting."

"So you did like it?" Callie asks, and I just look at her.

"I would assume that my response told you that. I hope you'll like the fact that I'll try something like that in the near future."

"Oh, shut up and kiss me." Callie demands, and I do happily, much more roughly than I intended, and she gasps lightly, and I only deepen the kiss. Her hands fly to my hair again, running them through it. My hands wander from her waist, cupping her breasts.

Then out of nowhere, her phone goes off. I just look at her. Why the hell would she have her phone? Callie pulls it out of her pocket, and answers it. "Oh, hey Robert."

I don't hear what he has to say, but at this point, I don't really care, and I just keep doing what I planned on doing.

"We'll actually be a little..." Callie trails off when I my hands make their way underneath her shirt, running my fingers along her toned stomach. "Late. T-there's traffic." I roll my eyes at her excuse, running my fingers along the fabric of her bra.

"B-Brandon?" Callie says, her voice higher than usual, and I kiss her neck, sucking gently, not caring if Robert will hear. "Oh, he's driving. Want to talk to him?"

Callie gives me her phone, and I sigh. "Hi, Robert," I say, and Callie's hands run along the waistband of my jeans, grinding her hips against mine. "Fuck. We're going to be a little late, there's traffic. Lots of it." I manage to get out, thankful that Robert doesn't say anything, but it's clear that he heard me.

"I know. Callie told me. Uh, how late do you think you'll be?

"I-Uh..." I was going to respond, but it's hard to do that when her lips are on mine. "I- I don't know yet... C-Can I call you back?"

"Uh, sure... Just be safe." He says as he hangs up, and I sigh. No more Robert. For now at least.

"This," I tell Callie, throwing it to the front of the car. "Stays off." She doesn't say anything, and I kiss her neck again, my hands slowly running up her back, I feel her shiver, pulling me closer to her if that was even possible.

She kisses me again, and involuntary, I buck my hips towards her. "Fuck." I whisper, breathlessly, cursing at the thick layer of stiff jeans between us.

Callie starts to pull my shirt off, only leaving the smooth fabric of her bra in the way. Not to mention her damn jeans. I bury my face in her neck, one of my hands pushing past the waistband of her jeans, feeling her wetness.

"Dammit, Callie. You're so wet for me."

"Fuck me, Brandon, please." Callie whimpers, her hips moving against my hand, and I can't help but smirk.

"Woah, somebody is eager. I'm starting to think you're more turned on than I am." I say, and Callie just smacks my arm playfully, I start to pull my hand out of her jeans, but she stops me.

"Please." Callie pleads me, and I can't help but smirk. I love it when she pleads me. It's so fucking hot.

"No, not after what you did today at the movie." I tell her simply, unclasping her bra, kissing her newly exposed breasts before sucking and biting gently, knowing it drives her crazy.

"Y-you... You know that we can g-get into more trouble for this, right?" Callie informs me breathlessly, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"I don't care," I mumble against her skin, and she moans quietly as my hand finds its way in her jeans again, my fingers barely going past the waistband of her panties. "You know, you can make all the noise you want, babe." I say, looking up at her.

"Fuck, Brandon stop teasing me." Callie demands, and I can't help but smile as her hands are on my chest, running down to the button of my pants.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I need you inside me right now, Foster," Callie says, and without warning I slip two fingers into her, and she moans against my neck. "Do something. Please." Callie pleads, moving her hips against my still hand.

"Did I really make you this wet?" I ask her, and she whimpers.

"Fuck, Brandon Michael Foster, it's been a week! Of course you did this!"

"That doesn't answer my question," I tell her, pulling my fingers out of her. "Did I make you this wet?"

Callie just looks at me, like she's ready to kill me. "Yes, Brandon, you made this wet. And I need you to fuck me. Right now."

"Right now?" I ask, finally moving my hand, curving my fingers as I pump them into her. "God, Cal you're so tight."

"Fuck, B. Faster," Callie moans, her hips matching the pace of my hand. I know she's disappointed when I pull my fingers out of her, and her hands fly to the button of my jeans. "More," Callie whispers breathlessly. "Please. B, I need you."

"Well, you are the one on top." I respond, my hands pulling down the zipper of her jeans, pulling them over her hips. I bury my face in her neck, my hands cupping her breasts, and she moans.

"Brandon." Callie moans, and I start a trail of gently kisses, making my way to her chest.

"Yeah, Babe?" I ask, my voice muffled, and her fingers play with my hair.

"How many times do I have to tell you to get inside of me? Quit stalling!" Callie whines, and I just laugh at her.

"I'm not stalling." I answer, flipping us over, and she just looks up at me. I slide into her, and she moans loudly, her nails digging into my back.

"Fuck, Brandon," Callie says, moving her hips against mine. "Faster."

Then my phone goes off.

Callie and I look each other, and on impulse, I pick it up. "Hello?" I answer breathlessly.

"Brandon!" It's Stef. "Where are you and Callie? She should've been a Robert's an hour ago."

Shit. An hour ago?

"She's with me. T-there's traffic. Mom, uh, can I call you back?" I ask, biting back a moan as Callie moves her hips against mine. "Fuck, Callie!" I whisper, not caring if Stef hears at this point.

"Brandon, I'm close." Callie whispers.

"There's no traffic anywhere, Brandon." Stef says carefully this time, and I know that she suspects something.

"Dammit it, Cal! Mom, I really need to go. I'll call you back, I promise." I tell her quickly. If she didn't hear our heavy breathing before, there's no way she doesn't hear it now.

"Brandon! What ar- Are you and Call-"

"Bye, mom." I say, before hanging up in panic. Callie obviously doesn't seem to care that I was just talking to Stef on the phone, her fingers pulling at my hair.

"B." She whispers, and it's enough to get me moving again, thrusting into her quickly. "B. I- I'm gonna come."

"No. Not yet," I whisper into her ear. "Not until I say so."

"B, I- I won't last any longer," Callie whimpers, nails digging into my back, and I just lower my face to her neck, sucking on it. "Fuck! Brandon, please."

I thrust into her again, close to my own release. "Come for me now, Baby."

"Fuck. Callie." I mumble, burying my face in her neck, letting my body relax against hers.

"You know," Callie says after a few moments of silence. "I think that I'm going to get us kicked out of the movie theater again."

"Hey, you can't do that. It's my turn to do that."

Callie laughs, running her fingers through my hair. "Well, are you still going to take me to Robert's?"

"No, I wanna stay like this for a while."