Back

"B... back!" you say abruptly, reasoning that the men in the theatre can't stare at you if you're at the back of the theatre.

"Of course," Rob says dryly, and you gasp as he adds a second finger into your **** rectum. "She likes it in the rear."

Hearing your gasp Jacob turns to you. "What was that?"

"Oh, uh, I said yes," you lie, which he seems to accept as he leads the way up the stairs. You elbow Rob in the mid-section, surprised at how solid his muscles feel under your light blow.

"Oh you're going to pay for that," Rob chuckles, and as you take a wobbly step upward he forces a third finger into your now burning asshole, making you whimper.

"Is that pleasure I hear?" he whispers, and you try to elbow him again, failing as he walks behind you.

"Definitely going to pay," he says, but just as you're anticipating a fourth finger Jacob turns to you and Rob whips his fingers out, leaving you strangely disappointed.

"All clear. Let's go to the middle," Jacob says, leading the way with you behind him. Rob's fingers jam back into your asshole at once, swirling around like a scoop, making your legs nearly falter beneath you. In an instant they're gone again.

Jacob gallantly pulls down your seat for you, and you slip in, relishing his lingering touch on your bare thigh before he sits beside you. Rob thumps into the chair beside you, ruining what could otherwise be a pleasant occasion.

Immediately two hands close on your knees - Jacob on one side and Rob on the other, each hidden from the other by the giant tub of popcorn hotly warming your lap. "P-popcorn?" you ask, hoping to distract Jacob.

Scooping up some from the tub Jacob brings a few to your mouth, popping them past your lips. You smile gratefully at him, while willing Rob to remove his fingers. Unfortunately, Rob doesn't get the message and Jacob pulls out your nemesis - his cell phone - and starts thumbing through it.