Claire
I have to admit: for my first time at the opera, I think I’m having a better time than if I was just watching the show. I wipe Liam’s cum from the corners of my mouth.
I go to pull my dress straps up so that I can sit back in my seat properly, but Liam puts his hand on top of mine, stopping me, and I understand that he wants me to sit here with my tits out.
I hesitate, knowing that before Liam, I wouldn’t even dream of doing what I just did.
In my head, the girl that I am with Liam and the girl that I am for everyone else are two different people—and I don’t know whether to embrace or reject this new, emerging version of Claire. I suppose that’s my biggest problem.
On one hand, I like being buttoned-up and proper, and on the other hand...I like blowing Liam at the opera, where there’s a chance anyone could peer in and see us.
It’s thrilling.
It’s exciting.
It’s something I’ve come to appreciate about my time with him.
Thinking about it, I know I could have had just a normal time here and sit and enjoy the show. Part of me wants that, actually. The other part, however, has just sucked Liam’s cock and is ready—no—aching for more.
It honestly is taking all I have to resist the urge to jump on top of him right now.
But I think I’ll settle for something a little more casual and see where it goes.
I take Liam’s hand and put it on my thigh. I rub his hand and lace my fingers through his, gripping tight. I look over at him and see his award-winning grin directed back at me. Something about that smile makes me melt every time.
Even if I’m not thrilled with him right now...I can’t help but want him. There’s too much here between us, the kind of connection that needs no words to be understood.
I pull his hand from my thigh and press it onto my pussy over my dress. I watch his face. He’s looking forward, watching the show…but his eyes widen, and he gulps.
He’s trying to hold back, too. I can see it.
I hold his hand in place, and I grind my pussy against him. He yanks his hand away, and for a moment, I feel incredibly rejected and unsure what to do.
But seconds later, I find that his hand is now under my dress, and he’s sliding his fingers between my pussy lips, feeling for sure the warmth and wetness waiting for him there.
My heart is beating hard, echoing in my chest. I place my hands on the armrests on either the sides of my chair and grip them hard. Two of Liam’s fingers finagle their way into my pussy and grind against my G-spot.
I wince and feel my toes curl in my shoes. I adjust my body, giving him a better angle to finger me, and then I lay back, enjoying every movement and every second of bliss he’s giving me.
I lean forward then, doing my best to watch the show as he handles me, and I try to contain my excitement. The more I try not to moan, the more I realize that I am not a quiet woman.
“Claire, look at me,” orders Liam. Such a commanding and sexy voice shouldn’t be ignored, so of course, I look over.
His gaze pierces me, and the second I look into those eyes, I lose control. I cry out hard in a long, drawn-out moan. The only reason the other patrons below us aren’t staring up here at this point is that one of the soprano singers has a solo and happened to hit her high note just then.
I shudder, relaxing from my sudden, explosive orgasm. At this point, Liam and I have both gotten each other off. No holds barred anymore.
He stands from his chair and lowers himself in front of me. He pulls my dress down my torso and slides it down my hips, until it’s finally off of my feet. I’m sitting completely naked in the VIP booth. Any attendant or usher could walk in to check on us and see me.
I’m so pumped from the adrenaline rush of doing something so thrilling that I push Liam’s face between my legs and force him to eat my pussy. Eagerly, Liam throws his tongue into my pussy lips and licks them up and down, over and over.
He’s teasing me with his tongue, and I hold his hair and start grinding my pussy against his face, forcing his tongue to go where I want it to. Liam has the most talented mouth, and I could let him lick me for hours.
He pauses at my hole and starts thrusting his tongue inside of me. His hands are gripping my hips tight, and he’s got me pulled as forward as he can, getting inside of me as deep as a tongue can go.
As his tongue is inside of me, his nose rests on my clit. He shakes his face, swelling my love button and stimulating my pussy. I roll my eyes and toss my head back.
I listen to the sounds around me. I hear the opera singers, of course, and the orchestra playing, and the clicking and clattering of a busy theatre.
It’s impossible to forget how public our displays of affection and raw passion are. Which just adds intensity to an already steamy situation.
My hand meets Liam’s head, and I grip his hair, finding anything and everything to hold onto as he takes me to higher and higher levels of pleasure. I look down my body to see my skin glistening with sweat.
My nipples are incredibly hard, and I have Goosebumps all over my skin. Liam knows how to please me. He knows exactly what makes me feel extraordinary.
Liam’s fingers plunge into me again, and he fingers me hard and fast as his mouth suctions my clit. He flicks his tongue against it relentlessly as his fingers slide in and out of my cunt.
I grip the arms of my seat again and watch my chest rise and fall as I pant, doing my best not to shout again as Liam drives my pleasure up high. As I look down, I see a glimpse of that beautiful piercing look in his eyes.
He brings his mouth off of me for a moment and smiles up at me. He licks his lips slowly as his fingers fuck me.
“I want to see you come, Claire,” he utters in a low, serious, sexy tone. Well, who am I to deny that?
His words are enough to break me. I snap hard and with one good thrust of my hips, pushing his fingers harder against my pussy, I come.
I whimper and moan, loudly and shamelessly. I don’t take my eyes off of Liam for a moment. I see him excitedly start lapping at my pussy as I soak the seat—and his face—in my sweet delicious cum.
He sucks at my pussy and licks as much of my cum as he can. And then he raises himself up to his knees and leans into me.
“I’ve missed you so much, Claire,” he admits. He licks his lips, cum still in residual droplets on his face.
His lips find mine, and we share a passionate kiss. His torso is pressed hard against my pussy and the seat below me.
I can feel his shirt getting soaked as we make out. Although, well, I guess it is high time he take that off, too.