Page 69 of Our Sadie

“Why don’t you and Dom swap?” she says to Zach.

Dom sheds his pajama shorts so fast he practically leaves a contrail, then wipes his mouth with his sleeveless t-shirt. There’s some rearranging on the bed with me backing up to provide them with enough room. It’s like musical chairs. Everything gets going again with the other two in their reversed positions, and I’m beginning to wonder if she’s forgotten about me when she catches my gaze.

“And Jerome, get over here and let me taste you.”

I rid myself of my attire in a hurry, aching with want. The anticipation of being inside her hot mouth is trying even my substantial reserves of patience.

I’m guessing Dom has had women in such positions before because he has no real issue gliding into place. Like me, he’s longer than Zach, but not as thick. He’s quiet about entering her, though, which shouldn’t surprise me. The only giveaway he has about what he’s currently feeling is in the clenching of his jaw and the drooping of his eyelids.

His movements are also far surer than Zach’s as he belts an arm across her waist and spikes up into her. She sighs, then moans. And when Zach starts in on her clit, she motions me over.

I oblige her, slipping myself between her plump lips and relishing every second of being enveloped by her.

Damn, it’s been a long time since we indulged together on that library ladder. No wonder Zach didn’t last as long as he wanted to. It’s taking every resource I have plus my personal catalogue of non-sexy images to prevent me from erupting before I’m even all the way in.

She brings herself forward enough that she’s anchored me partway into her throat, her hand fisting around my base. It’s already beyond joyful when she makes a swallowing motion, one I can feel through every inch of my body. Then, she backs off me enough that she can trace the tip of her tongue along my underside vein, and within seconds the first pulse hits.

Sadie makes a noise around me, a delighted noise as she bucks her hips wildly, and Dom clenches his eyes shut and locks his muscles underneath her. Acknowledging that she’s having an orgasm right now—and Dom, too—I’m just... lost.

A total goner.

“Ah, fuck me...” I growl out as I come right after they do, rocketing down her throat.

Huffing and puffing, my heart racing like I just completed an arduous marathon, I peer down at her to make sure she’s all right. And based on the wide smile she’s wearing as she swallows and wipes her lips, she’s just fine.

TWENTY-THREE: Excursion

ZACHARY

If anything can make me believe in divinity or a higher power, it’s having my cock buried up to the hilt within Sadie. It’s like being delivered from all the negativity in the world. Like living through a religious experience. And it’s not any secret that I’ve been with fewer lovers than either Dom or Jerome. But Sadie approving of my performance—especially after I thought I might’ve let her down—fills me with relief.

I might’ve even kissed her feet in gratitude if I’d had enough wherewithal after coming so hard to accomplish the feat.

This is the second time I’ve sunk into her tonight, but she’s up for it. Shit, she’s even demanding it. Right after she gave Jerome a blowjob so potent that he acted as if he might teeter to the floor—and climaxed on top of Dom just like she did me—she scooted onto her back and waved me over again.

“After this, I want you, Jerome. Then, Dom, if you want me again, you can have me.”

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