“You’re so goddamn tight. And warm. And I can reach angles on you I can’t on myself.” As she says that, she turns her wrist and runs a finger down my perineum in the softest, somehow filthiest caress.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan.

“And different things excite you.”

I don’t think there’s anything right now that isn’t exciting me.

She turns her wrist again, and then I feel her thumb moving through my lips and bumping into my clit.

I shudder and cry out and wrap my arms around her shoulders, holding onto her for dear life.

“You’re so fucking warm and wet,” she whispers into my ear while her fingers go to some serious work on my pussy now. “Darren said you had the sweetest pussy,” she says.

And my hips lock as I come in a wet, shouting rush all over Nadia’s hand.

“Oh, good,” Darren says. “I’m just in time.”

all together now

“I nearly got into a car accident on the way here,” Darren says, pulling at his tie.

“What?” Nadia and I scream.

She doesn’t stop moving her fingers inside me, so I might moan around that scream, and my eyes might be rolling back into my head a little bit, making it hard to glare at him, but like… I try. This is a very hard multitasking situation. I’m doing the best I can.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Darren calls, unbuttoning his shirt now. “Someone ran a red light, and I hit my brakes. Thankfully, there was no one behind me, but all I could think about was what if there had been? What if I’d had to stop and call the cops? I might have never made it here! So then I was driving slow as hell, nervous about someone else almost hitting me. That’s why it took me so long.”

I grab Nadia’s wrist and shiver around her fingers for a second. I need to glare at Darren properly. “What if you had been hurt!?” I scream. No moan this time, thank you very much.

Darren’s hand freezes on his belt, and his eyebrows bunch together as he looks at me. Nadia turns, and she and I are so close that I can see the concern there. She slips her fingers from my pussy and grabs my hip with her wet hand, pulling me close.

“It’s okay,” she says. “He’s okay.”

“But—”

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” Darren says.

And it’s the first time he’s called me any kind of term of endearment, and I’m mush.

I fall back on the bed and look up at the ceiling, which begins to shimmer as my eyes start to water.

“Jourdan?” Nadia whispers, wrapping her arms around me.