Summer Seduction (Part 4)

Back Row Public Pleasure | Age Gap

In the last installment of Summer Seduction

Summer Seduction (Part 3)

In the first installment of Summer Seduction

Summer Seduction (Part 1)

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The days after the risky basement encounter felt like walking a tightrope. Every time Brandon came over to “hang out with Jeremy,” I had to pretend I wasn’t constantly aware of him—the way he moved, the way he looked at me when no one was watching, the secret little smile he’d flash when our eyes met. We hadn’t found any time to be alone since. Jeremy was around more than usual, and the danger of getting caught felt heavier every day.

But the hunger between us only grew sharper.

Late one afternoon, Brandon texted me while I was in the kitchen: Late movie tonight? Old horror flick. Back row. I’ll behave… mostly.

My cock twitched at just the words. I typed back quickly: What time?

I’ll meet you down the street at 9:15.

I deleted the messages immediately, nerves already on edge.

When Jeremy wandered in looking for a snack, I kept my voice casual. “I think I’m going to catch a late movie tonight. An old horror flick from my youth. You want to come?”

I knew he wouldn’t.

Jeremy made a face. “Nah, I’m not into horror movies. Plus, Emily wants to FaceTime tonight. You going by yourself?”

“Yeah,” I lied smoothly. “Just need to get out of the house for a bit.”

He shrugged. “Cool. Don’t let the monsters get you.”

I forced a chuckle. “I’ll try.”

By 9:05, I was in the car, parked two blocks down the street in the shadows, engine running. A few minutes later, Brandon appeared, sliding into the passenger seat in dark jeans and a hoodie. The second the door closed, the air between us was charged.

“You look nervous,” he said, lips curving into that dangerous smile.

“I am,” I admitted. “This is risky as hell… being out in public together.”

Brandon leaned over and kissed me hard, his hand immediately palming my cock through my jeans. “That’s what makes it hot,” he whispered against my mouth. “Now drive before I suck you off right here on our street where any of our neighbors could walk by.”

I drove to the theater in a haze, Brandon’s hand never leaving my thigh and cock. He kept teasing me through my jeans the entire way—firm, deliberate strokes that left me aching. By the time we pulled into the parking lot, I was breathing unevenly.

We bought tickets separately, then met up inside. The theater was only about a fifth full. Brandon led the way to the very back row, choosing seats in the far corner against the wall. The lights dimmed, plunging the theater into darkness.

For the first twenty minutes, we behaved. Then Brandon’s hand crept higher up my thigh. My pulse spiked as his fingers traced the inside of my leg. I glanced around—no one was near us.

“Relax,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. His hand finally palmed my bulge, rubbing me slowly through my jeans. I bit my lip hard, gripping the armrest as he worked me with expert pressure. The possibility of someone turning around made every touch feel electric.

His hand moved with deliberate patience, rubbing me firmly while the movie played. He leaned closer, breath warm against my ear. “Already so hard for me,” he whispered. “You’ve been leaking since I got in the car, haven’t you?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Brandon chuckled softly, popped the button on my jeans, and dragged the zipper down.

His fingers slipped inside, wrapping around my bare cock. The warmth of his hand in the middle of a public theater made my breath hitch.

He stroked me with long, unhurried pulls, twisting his wrist at the head on every upstroke. Precum coated his fingers, making the glide smooth. I gripped the armrest tighter, fighting the urge to thrust up.

Someone a few rows ahead shifted, and I froze. Brandon didn’t stop. If anything, he stroked me a little faster, clearly enjoying my panic.

“Careful,” he breathed, amused. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear what a desperate slut you are for me.” He leaned in again. “Take your jacket off and put it over your lap.”

The moment the jacket was in place, Brandon slid lower against the seats in front of us and disappeared underneath the thin material. A second later, the wet heat of his mouth wrapped around the head of my cock.