Syrenn: Sound Off

He What ?!

There was no one in the theater when we first arrived so we took it upon ourselves to situate in the back row overlooking all the other seats. Seven was kissing me aggressively, biting my lip, caressing my inner thigh with one hand and tugging my hair slightly with the other. It was getting hot and heavy in there when we heard a few teenagers giggling as they entered the theater. Some chatter about what I guess was a high school football game filled the room along with the soft hum of the projector above our heads. I was immediately thrown out of any mood that I may have been in but it seemed to only excite Seven more. He pulled me closer and kissed me again, deeper this time and with more passion. It seemed before he was kissing me for his own pleasure but now, now he was kissing me to entice me. He traced circles on the back of my neck with his fingertips then tried to slip his hand in my skirt but I pulled away. Now listen, I'd consider myself pretty freaky but this is new for me. 24 years of life and no I've never had sex in a movie theater. No sex, no fingering, no blow-jobs, just a few heavy make-out sessions and a little heavy petting before the movie actually started.

         The movie show-time was still 20 minutes away and the group of teens went back out the theater, I'm guessing to either get snacks or play the arcade games in the lobby until the movie started. Seven used the empty theater to his advantage again, this time making no hesitation to slip his hand in my skirt. He fingers felt great inside of me. I could feel him hitting my spot and rubbing his thumb around my clit and my breathing getting caught in my throat. I was close, so close. I kept trying to put my head down into his shoulder to muffle my moans but he'd pull my head back by my hair and look me directly into my eyes. I swear at one point I heard him growl but to this day I'm still not sure. 

He kept touching me until next thing we knew there was a small mess in the chair I was sitting in so we relocated a few seats down. I was just getting started now, he got me riled up and I didn't want to stop. I kissed him feverishly trying to rub my thighs together and build friction between my legs but he placed an arm between my legs so I couldn't. "Now now, that's my job. If I catch you trying to please yourself again there's gonna be some problems."  was I being chastised again? For what, trying to get off ? He was so stern with his words yet touched me so gently. I was beyond conflicted which actually just turned me on more. I think he knew it too because before I could get any words out he already had his pants unzipped and was pulling his dick out. I've seen it before, 8.5 inches of hard dark chocolate dick and I wanted it inside me. I rarely wear panties so that made what I wanted so much easier. I could sit on his lap and ride him til the previews were over. Al least I thought.

        I was maneuvering my body to position myself over his dick when he cleared his throat and gave me a harsh NO. I was confused, did he not want me to fuck him? Instead he took my waist and sat me back in my chair, leaned back in his and gave a quick glance from me to his crotch. Ohhh I get it now. He wants me to suck it, then I can ride him? We were running out of time, the movie would start soon, the teens would be back to find seats again and I'm sure more people would show up as the time got closer. So I did what he wanted, I put my lips around his member, kissed the tip just to tease him a bit. I laid a trail of kisses from head, shaft, all the way down to where his balls were sticking out of his pants. For once he wasn't in a suit, still very dapper though in cream colored khakis, a white polo, cream Vans and a gold Rolex that had rose gold diamonds encrusted in it. He tasted almost as sweet at he looked. I wanted a better vantage point so I moved from leaning in my chair to kneeling on the floor, all without letting him out my mouth once. Looking into his eyes drove him mad and I knew it.

      Just as he was about to finish he pulled my head away gently and kissed me. Never, never in my life had I been with a man who'd kiss me after his dick was in my mouth but here Seven was changing the game for every niggah after him, yet again. After we kissed I looked at him with puppy dog eyes and pouting lips basically begging for this dick. He wouldn't cave in though, he's a man of strong will apparently. He excused himself and went into the restroom I presume to finish himself off and clean up. I figured while I waited I could get a little me-time in since there was no one else in the theater. I looked around as I searched through my bag, I always keep a mini vibrator in my purse so I whipped out Jr and put him right on my clit. If I wasn't gonna get any dick I might as well get off one more time on my own. Bad idea.

I guess I was in bliss a little too long because what felt like 3 minutes was really 10 and here comes Mr. Seven again clearing his throat at me to get my attention. "Do yall mothafuckas need a cough drop or something?! Yall cant speak" I had lost myself for a sec and actually lashed out at him. He slapped me across my face and the sting of his hand wasn't as bad as the sting of a flashback I caught reminding me of my shitty childhood. Maybe that's why I liked him so much, he reminded me of someone I knew from so long ago. "I'm not sure who you think you're talking to but I believe I warned you before, not even an hour ago, that If I caught you trying to please yourself again there would be problems. Have you learned you lesson yet or is there going to be a repeat of this in the future?"  He looked at me with sincere eyes. How could he be talking to me like this after he just hit me, why was he so calm and why did he have a burning look of desire in his eyes again. Well fuck his eyes cuz mine were on the verge of spilling over with tears. It'd been years since I'd been hit in any way, sexual or not. This was not what I signed up for so I grabbed my jacket and purse and started walking out of the theater. There were those teenagers again coming back to claim their seats and watch their movie. 

       One of the kids in the group, a girl probably around 16 or 17, saw the tears built up in my eyes and asked if I was okay. She even tried to make a joke about 'Were the previews really that bad' it would've been something I'd laugh at if my face didn't still sting from Seven's big ass hand going across my face. I just nodded and continued out the lobby. I slightly expected him to be right behind me on my heels but when I glanced over my shoulder to check he was no where in sight. I guess he really doesn't care about me, he slapped me across my face and stayed there to watch that fucking movie?? Here's hoping the movie was as trash as my night was because to this day I still haven't tried to see it. On DVD and all and I have no desire to watch it because it brings back the memory of this horrendous night..... among many others.