I reach back to cup Darren’s head, and he stills inside of me while I pulse around him with my eyes shut.

“Okay?” he whispers.

“I just need a second,” I breathe.

We both feel Jourdan move.

When I open my eyes, she’s lifted the armrest between us, and she’s scooting closer. I hold my breath, but Darren is panting against my ear.

She leans toward me and presses a gentle kiss against my lips. It’s lovely and full of emotion — at least on my end. Thank God her mouth is there to muffle my scream when I feel her fingers against my clit.

All hell breaks mildly loose.

We’re just careful enough after that not to draw attention. But to be honest, I don’t think any of us gives a shit about getting caught since we don’t stop fucking and touching and kissing and licking one another.

Darren’s fucking me faster, harder. Jourdan’s fingers are slippery with my first release. Sometimes she replaces her fingers on my lips with the heel of her palm on my clit. When she does that, Darren lets out a wheezy grunt as her fingers caress the base of his shaft. I feel Darren’s free hand snake around my body. I don’t know what he’s up to until Jourdan laughs against my lips and breaks our kiss. She replaces her mouth with her bare breast that Darren has pulled free.

There’s no careful preparation, no time to consider what I think about this first time I’ve felt another woman’s nipple against my lips as an adult. There’s no time for me to overthink this moment. There’s only time to explore the ridged contours of her nipple with my tongue, to feel her areola against my lips, and to experience the way she shudders when I suck the hard nub into my mouth for definitely not the last time.

Jourdan sighs, and then Darren grunts. I can hear them kissing but can’t quite find the right angle in this dark theater to see it. If I have any complaints, that’s the only one. I want to see and feel and hear everything, but I can’t.

Next time, I promise myself.

And then I clench around Darren’s shaft, coming again, using Jourdan’s breasts to muffle the sound of my screams.

Darren groans against her lips, and I feel her wet hand grip the base of his shaft as he releases deep inside me.

When he’s finished, Jourdan’s hand smooths over my pussy. I jump and tighten around Darren as she grazes my clit. He groans tiredly, a little louder than necessary. We all turn toward the theater to check that we haven’t been spotted.

When I look back at Jourdan, she’s slipping her wet fingers into her mouth.

“My God,” I groan.