“Sweetheart.” Seth kisses me again before pulling back. “Do you remember the wedding Damiano and I attended, when you were catering?”
“Yes,” I say slowly. “The fairy garden theme. It was a wedding for that pretty blond woman and her two grooms. Wait—is that them?”
Damiano grins. “We may have split the cost of buying out this theater for the evening.”
My mind whirls. “So they don’t care what we do back here?”
“Oh, they might look up and be curious, but it seems to me like they’re having fun of their own down there.”
I can’t see any details, but the blonde’s head is tilted back. She can’t possibly be watching the movie. Her men—her husbands—are facing her. They aren’t watching the movie, either. Before I look away, the leaner guy gets out of his seat—it looks like he’s kneeling in front of the woman.
I bet she’s very happy right now.
“So?” Damiano stands and holds out a hand to help me up.
I look at the other trio. If they’re really doing this…I guess we can, too. I take Damiano’s hand and stand next to him.
“Are you all right, Madison?” he asks, concern in his dark eyes.
“Nervous,” I say.
He tucks my hair behind my ears. “We will not both take you at the same moment…not here, not for your first time.”
Relieved, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him.
When I pull out of the kiss with Damiano, Seth bends me forward.
“Hold onto the back of the seat for balance,” he says, pointing to the seats in front of ours.
I have to bend over a little more, because the seats are lower. We shouldn’t be doing this here, should we? But they rented the theater, and I want to do this. Seth lifts up my skirt. He fondles the plug, making it vibrate from his touch. I stifle my moan.
He leans forward with me so he can whisper in my ear. “No condom.”
Fuck, I’m on fire. I tighten my grip on the seat in front of me. “No condom.”
Pressing inside, he has to go slow. That plug takes up so much room, and the way his cock eases into me makes it move. It touches nerves I didn’t even know I had.
“Feel how much tighter this is?” Seth murmurs. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
It does, but I’m afraid to admit it. Because right now he’s going super slow, taking it easy. If he thinks I love it, will he start fucking me faster and harder?
“Madison, baby. Talk to me.”
“It’s…it’s good. But keep going slow.”
He strokes my back, reassuring me. “Of course, little girl.”
Every pump of his hips lights up new sparks of lust. The feeling centers in my pussy and makes my clit throb. The movement of the plug in my ass is a constant reminder of just how filthy we’re being.
“I’m going to fuck you a little faster now, Madison.” Seth reaches around me to cup my tits through my shirt, pinching my nipples before moving one hand down to my clit. “Let me know if it’s too fast.”
It isn’t too fast—it’s glorious. The rhythm of his thrusts, combined with his fingers rubbing my clit, has me soaring to the edge in seconds. My orgasm tears through me. Seth covers my mouth to stifle my cry of pleasure, but I’m not silent. The other trio, closer to the front of the theater, pauses in their movements. The blond puts her hand in the air—her thumb’s up is a silhouette against the movie screen.
I close my eyes, embarrassed but happy about the camaraderie.
Seth leans forward with a grunt, thrusting one last time. His cock pulses inside, and a liquid feeling of heat spreads within me.
“Fuck.” He kisses the center of my back before easing out of me. “Madison, you’re a miracle.”
