February 2013

"Hmm. I'm taking my date to see the new Die Hard movie."

"Because nothing says romance more than Bruce Willis shooting bad guys."

"Maybe it does. You can hold my hand and it's…dark in the theatre."

"Were you planning on doing dirty things to me in the movie theatre?" he asks, smiling at her teasingly.

She flushes the reddest Jeff has ever seen. Oh shit, she totally was.

"Maybe," she says, and her smile is a little wicked around the edges.

Armed with popcorn and soda, Jeff and Annie make it to the back row just as the lights dim and the trailers brighten the screen. As Jeff suspected, the theatre is pretty much empty because it's Valentine's Day and Die Hard 5 doesn't exactly scream romance. It makes Annie's gesture to bring him all the more touching.

He steals a glance at her sitting beside him in a beautiful dress that doesn't match their surroundings and his heart kicks hard. He's feeling pretty sappy today. She must sense him looking as she turns and meets his smile, eyes twinkling in the darkness. Jeff ushers her close under his arm and she sinks into him happily as he mouths a couple of kisses against her hair.

They should really do this more often.

He feels it a minute later, Annie's fingers grazing the length of his thigh, soft absentminded strokes back and forth, back and forth. It's gentle and innocent but distracting. She's still watching the trailers so he takes a sip of soda and tries not to think about the proximity of her tiny hand and all the amazing things he's learned it can do.

Like the way it woke him up last week, trailing down his abdomen, curling firmly around his hard…

No.

Just no.

Not here.

He shakes his head of those dangerous thoughts but then he remembers Annie's unspoken promise earlier at the Valentine's dance and the sweep of her fingers edging closer and closer and shit…fuck…it is not the time or place to be hard but damn.

It really doesn't take much these days.

He shifts in his seat, inhales and exhales a few times, but his pulse is quickening and the blood roars in his ears as every muscle tightens with desire and tenses with restraint.

She hasn't even touched him but he can picture it, he can feel it, the way she tests out her touch and -

Annie shifts suddenly and Jeff holds his breath as she rearranges herself to face him, her knees pressing against his outer thigh. He's ultra aware of her body heat as she presses a little closer, and he loses all train of thought when her nose nuzzles the line of his jaw and her tongue darts out to lick the corner of his mouth. Jeff tries to kiss her but she ducks away, sucking on the pulse in his neck instead. His hand lands against her thigh, desperate to touch her in some way, but she slaps it away.

"Uh-uh," she whispers, and Jeff can feel the shape of her grin against his skin. "No touching, mister."

"Annie."

"Only I get to touch you. Okay?"

"But…"

"I want to make you feel good."

He shivers at the feel of her hot breath.

"You have no idea."

She leans right over the armrest and places her mouth against the shell of his ear, "I want you to come for me, right here," hitting Jeff with a heady jolt of desire. He nods dumbly, needing no convincing at this point, practically throbbing with excitement. He's hard and ready…oh so ready.

Jeff grips the arms of the seat as Annie slides a palm down his abdomen, fingers walking over the bulge in his pants, and the feeling of her grazing so lightly, so teasingly, nearly has him moaning out loud. Thankful he still has some awareness of their surroundings, he clamps his lips together, jaw tight.

Still, he can't help his breathless sigh as she caresses him, outlining the shape of his erection through his pants for a few white-knuckled moments before she finally unbuckles his belt and unzips. She makes slow work of it – as if he wasn't hard enough – and does it all with one hand, occasionally glancing up to check no one's watching.

At this point, he wouldn't care if they were.

Pressing a trail of soft kisses along his jawline, Annie skims a hand underneath the band of his boxer briefs to cup his hard cock, and a sharp hiss escapes him as she runs her thumb over the already wet tip.

"Shush. You have to be quiet," she breathes, wrapping her fingers around his shaft to stroke up and down in a slow steady rhythm. "Can you be quiet, Jeff? For me?"

He nods, more than a little dazed now, completely overwhelmed by everything.

Annie continues for a while, grip firm yet unhurried, and Jeff can barely take his eyes off her tiny hand stuffed inside his briefs working him to distraction, pumping him to the edge. He can't see her hand wrapped around his dick but he's already memorized it – can feel every graze, every twist, and just the sight of the thin striped material moving has him twitching against her palm and biting down a growl.

Annie whispers his name against his ear and their gazes lock, intently now. "Feel good?" she asks, and there's a hesitance in her tone that has his heart clenching because how could she not know?

"Yes. Fuck yes, fuuuuuck…" he breathes when she finally pulls his cock out of the restraint of his boxers and starts cupping and teasing his balls with one hand while twisting gently around his shaft with the other.

He eyes the ceiling with rising gasps, skin on fire, little beads of sweat breaking out against his hairline, hearing nothing but the beat of his heart and getting lost in it. Sensing movement to his left his gaze snaps to Annie just as she takes a quick glance around the theatre and drops to the floor.

Is she gonna…?

Here?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Jeff swallows thickly, his excitement and pleasure at near breaking point, fingers pinching the edge of the armrests almost painfully as she pushes his legs further apart and kneels between them. Starting at his knees she runs the length of his thighs with slow palms and he trembles with every inch of solid muscle she explores.

"Annie, fuck, please…" His hips thrust unconsciously at the slow torturous descent of her mouth to his cock. He practically mewls in relief when she sucks on the tip, wetting it with her saliva, brushing it against her lips.

He looks briefly at the rows of empty seats and the light of the screen barely grazing Annie's hair, and her eyes snap to his and he's lost – nothing else matters, nothing else exists but Annie's hot mouth and his hard cock and all the things they can do together. He's swept away by the intensity, the enjoyment in those blue eyes as she runs the flat of her tongue up and down his dick. When she stops briefly to lick and blow on the tip, Jeff shivers and jerks and bites his fist hard. Annie's smile is full of naughty delight before she resumes her previous technique, hand meeting mouth every time she pumps his shaft firmly and flicks and sucks and swallows his swollen head and Jesus fucking Christ he's gonna come…

"Annie, Annie, fuck…" he whispers repeatedly, feeling his groin tingle and everything pulse and throb in endless waves, over and over. There's a ringing in his ears and darkness as his eyes clench tight and the seat squeaks as he stiffens and shudders, one fist tangled in Annie's hair as he spills into her mouth.

When she finally releases him, Jeff is panting hard like he's just done a ten mile run, and Annie kisses his sensitive head and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes wide and filled with triumph. He's betting it's the first time she's given head in public and he thanks whatever force there is that he's the one who enjoyed the pleasure.

Can you die from a blow job?

She's still palming him softly, easing him down from the heights, and now that he has his bearings, Jeff grabs her by the arms and hauls her to his lips, ignoring the awkward way she slumps against him, and shoves his tongue into her mouth. She squeaks momentarily before her mouth relaxes to mesh and meld with his hungrily, fingers scraping his scalp.

When they pull away for air, she slips back into her seat, smoothing her hair and the skirt of her dress and leaning forward to slide her feet back into the heels he wasn't even aware she removed.

"That was…" Jeff eases himself back into his briefs and re-zips his fly. "Wow."

"Shush," she whispers, still licking her lips but there's a smile there, satisfied, triumphant. "The movie is about to start."

He reaches over and traces a slow pattern up her thigh. "Isn't it my turn?"

She smiles, placing her hand on top of his and guiding it under the hem of her dress until he can feel her heat through the lace of her panties. He presses his fingers just a little and there's so much promise in the sharpness of her inhale before she quickly thrusts his hand away at the sound of the credits starting.

"Later."

"We're going to lunch and we're going to enjoy ourselves and then we're going back to yours to have lots of angry sex!"

"Annie!" Jeff very nearly loses control of the wheel.

"Or we can skip lunch and just have the angry sex. Your call."

In the silence he swallows hard, pulse erratic as he considers something that doesn't even need considering, though Annie doesn't need to know that. "Well, I'm still mad about this."

"Me too!"

"Well, there's only one option then!"

"I couldn't agree more!"

Jeff glances at Annie's heaving chest and floors the accelerator.

Jeff and Annie both stand with folded arms, barely looking at each other as they wait for the elevator in his building. Their anger, stirred in the car over Annie potentially going to Stanford in the fall, bites at every facial feature and the tense rigid lines of their shoulders and backs, but there's an undercurrent buzzing between them.

They still haven't spoken.

The doors open and as soon as Jeff hits the button for his floor, the small enclosed space fills with heat, breaths and the beat of his heart.

Annie promised him angry sex.

Jeff thought that maybe their anger and frustration with each other would have relented by the time they reached his apartment but it hasn't. If anything, it's worse.

They steal a glance at each other, finally, and their eyes meet at once, chests rising faster as they pass every floor. Annie gets this look in her eye, devious and smug, and starts playing with the zip of his paintball hoodie she's wearing, sliding it down her chest, revealing fucking acres of cleavage, and he's pretty sure she's only wearing a bra under there.

Hot, sweaty, angry sex.

As soon as they reach his floor, Jeff's had enough of their distance and pulls Annie along to his apartment with an impatient growl, ignoring her mumbles of protest at her inability to keep up with his lengthy strides. He's rock hard at this point, so turned on he doesn't even care about the drop-mouthed expression of his elderly neighbor as they pass her in the hallway.

Annie steals a glance at his crotch and her mouth drops open at the scandal of it all. "Jeff!" she whisper-shouts at him. "Can you at least have some discretion?"

"Says the woman who went down on me at the movies last week." He keys the lock harshly. "Women. Typical double standards."

She gasps. "Excuse me, it was dark and practically empty. No one saw us. It's daytime and you've just shown your neighbor your…" She looks down again and swallows tightly.

"My what?" He leans forward, voice an unwavering whisper. "Say it."

She glares at him, chin lifting determinedly, mouth inches from his. "Cock."

He twitches against his jeans at that and pulls Annie into his apartment, closing the door with her body thrust against it, crashing his mouth against hers. She squeaks in surprise, barely sinking into the harsh embrace of his mouth before she wrenches hers away.

"Really? All I have to say is cock and you attack me like this?"

Jeff grinds against her urgently, a little desperate now and he's not ashamed to admit it. "First off, I'm a man. I like it when you say things like that. Second, don't you want me to attack you like this?"

"Cock." She grins against his insistent lips. "Cock, cock, cock."

Jeff mashes his mouth to hers again, a low growl in the back of his throat, and their tongues tangle wetly. Annie whines and fumbles with his shirt, pulling either side of his collar hard and then again when it doesn't give on the first try, buttons popping and flying in all directions.

"Annie! This is one of my -"

"Shut up!" She slams her lips back against his with a ferocity that shocks him and he moans into her mouth as they work to remove the rest of their clothes, jeans and shoes landing chaotically around them, hands seeking and searching and tugging relentlessly, everywhere they can reach.

Jeff fists the seam of her panties and yanks hard, the white cotton ripping in his hands. Annie squeaks, wide eyed, and they stare at each other for a few breathless moments.

"Two can play that game, baby."

Her smile is slow and naughty as Annie fingers the elastic band of his briefs, pulling it away and letting it ping back against his flesh with a tiny snap, smiling against his mouth as he jumps from the sensation. Wrenching his briefs down his legs, Jeff steps out of them and kicks them away, just as Annie wraps one hand around his cock and pumps him hard.

He's not sure how he manages it with her touching him like that but Jeff backs them towards the wall, one hand splayed flat against it, the other gripping Annie's face, forcing her eyes to meet his as she works him in her hands. "Jesus babe…"

"Say that again."

"Say what?" Jeff groans as she squeezes him insistently. "Babe?"

Annie moans low and husky in the back of her throat and stretches up on tiptoes to seize his mouth, biting and nipping his lower lip, teasing the tip of his tongue with her own. She arches her spine, the movement thrusting her breasts forward, and curls one thigh up around his hip, her toes running up and down the side of his thigh.

"Fuck me," she says. "Right here. Now. Hard."

Jeff swallows thickly because this is the first time she's spoken so openly, so graphically to him about what she wants and fuck, it's hot. His blood thrums now, his arousal so thick he nearly chokes on it. "I'm gonna start calling you babe a lot, just so you know."

"Fine by me."

He lifts her off her feet, slamming her back against the wall more roughly than she's used to. Her legs wind loosely around his waist, her heels pressed into the back of his legs, and he takes a moment to put his hand between her thighs.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Annie. Being angry turns you on."

"No, you do," she says with a gasp. "You make me wet, Jeff." Her voice is low, she flushes red as though she's embarrassed by her confession but fuck, he couldn't want her more.

He growls, swallowing her moan with insistent lips, tongue hot against the roof of her mouth as he works her with his fingers.

Suddenly, she grabs his wrist and draws his hand up to her mouth and Jeff's jaw drops a little as she sucks his fingers dry of her own juices. When she releases them with an exaggerated pop, she smiles knowingly, fully aware of her effect on him.

"I didn't ask you to fuck me with your fingers, Jeff. Why don't you ever do what you're told?"

He stills, breath heavy. Her words, her demands, are turning him on more than he thought possible. He holds her gaze and in one sudden movement enters her sharply, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt.

"This what you had in mind?"

"Yes!" She tightens her grip, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he moves inside her, forcing her back against the wall. "Fuck yes."

"Fuck, you sound so-" He grunts with every thrust. "Tell me more."

"Harder, Jeff," she moans breathlessly. "Just fuck me harder."

He complies with her request, grasping her ass tight he slams into her harder, deeper, fucks her like she's never been fucked before. Within minutes his muscles shine with sweat as he works himself against her, into her, with her.

She writhes, hips meeting his with every thrust, her mouth moving against his neck, tongue flicking sucking licking. "Oh my god you taste so good, like a man should, like my man." He growls, fingers tightening against her flesh at the sound of her words and their gazes lock intently. "You're mine…mine mine mine."

"Jesus fuck, Annie." He moves harder and deeper, grunting, jerking, rhythm erratic and senseless at this point, all thoughts lost but the need to make her come.

"Oh…I just. Faster."

Annie moves one hand to fondle her breast, and he growls between gritted teeth as she teases her nipple into harder, longer peaks. Jeff feels her thighs tighten around him, her pelvis grinding against his pubic bone with every deep thrust. At the heat and friction between them, the urgency of their movements, Annie starts to whine and shudder, head rolling side to side against the wall.

She throbs and contracts around him, hips jerking wildly as she comes, and he drowns in the intensity of it, the pleasure of her satisfied screaming, "Yes, yes, yes." He works her through it, pumping and pushing harder until he cries out too, flooded by the heat and sweat between them, the feel of Annie slick and pulsing around him, palming his clenching ass as he comes inside her.

He stiffens and slumps then, forehead against the wall beside her ear, shivering from her breath uneven against his neck. Annie kisses his rapid pulse and he leans back to look at her, face flushed, hair wild and sticking to her forehead. She smiles at him, kissing all over his face, mouth, jawline, nose, temple, the tip of his chin.

Thighs shaking, physically unable to hold himself up after his climax, Jeff wanders over to the couch and collapses on it heavily with Annie in his lap, both boneless, breathless and beat.