Page 77 of Our Sadie

“I’m pulling out.”

“Don’t,” she takes the reins like she so often does. “Don’t. I’m good. I’m fine.”

“Are we hurting you?” Dom demands next, exactly what I want to know.

“No. No, you’re not. It was... abrupt. And I’m full. Crammed full. But in a good way. An enjoyable way. I just want you two to move with me in sync. Can you do that?”

I’ve let off the gas so much that we’re essentially crawling at around twenty miles per hour. Even at that low speed, when I detect the wrought iron sign announcing the entrance to the Starlight Chalet, it seems like it shows up out of nowhere. Regardless, I’m more grateful than I can say.

At least until I notice a familiar maroon car. Maxine’s dark red Lexus parked in the circle drive. What is she doing here on the weekend?

“Uh, guys,” I speak up, cringing. “Maxine is here.”

So much for that relief I was so looking forward to. Think it just went the way of the dodo.

“She is?” Sadie says, her voice understandably muffled.

“She is,” I confirm. I pull up beside her sedan with my heart sinking. No crazy sex in this vehicle and likely no sex at all tonight.

“Park in the garage, then.”

I obey, confused when the motion I see out of my peripheral vision is of a very distinct kind. I pivot, gaping at them. Sadie is actively undulating between them, and Dom and Zach are thrusting in and out of her as if to discover the proper rhythm.

What the hell?

“What are you doing?” I whisper, I don’t know why. This SUV’s engine might be quiet but it’s not silent. If Maxine is anywhere near the garage, she’ll have heard it. Or maybe she saw us rumbling up the concrete driveway.

“Oh... Oh, fuck... Wondering why you’re not back here yet,” Sadie responds.

Wait, what?

“You still think doing this is wise when Maxine could meander in here at any time?” I check the door that leads to the rest of the chalet, her most likely entry point.

Sadie peers at me, smiles. There’s a glint in her eyes that’s downright devilish.

“Thrilling, isn’t it? Knowing we could get caught.” Zach is suckling her neck enough that it leaves purple speckles behind, and I freeze. Anticipating being shut down had my erection disappearing, but the prospect of still going through with this has him back up in one fell swoop. “Come on. I need you, too.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. Adjusting the driver’s seat, I maneuver myself over the front console, pushing the passenger seat flat to give us the maximum amount of space. Zach levers himself up on his elbows, providing me some breathing room, and I use it, delighted to finally give Sadie the lip lock she’s been after.

I don’t bother to strip, but I do unfasten the three buttons necessary to let my cock free, jutting out tall and proud. Licking my palm for the moisture, I crouch and slick my hand over myself, already feeling my balls drawing up from withholding all this pleasure for so long.

“Where do you want it?” I ask Sadie, intentionally making my next statement filthy. “I understand you have a request for sprays of hot come.”

Zach has raised up to his knees between Dom’s and Sadie’s legs. This allows me the opportunity to use my free hand to rub her clit. The next scene that goes down happens even without us sharing any specific vocal communication.

Sadie points wordlessly at the spot where her cleavage forms between her breasts, giving me a target.

Dom takes her left tit in hand, flicking the nipple. Zach lifts her left foot and drags his lips along the front of her thigh where the scar tissue is, careful to avoid her bandaged knees. Then, as I stroke my length, moving my palm so swiftly over the tip that my hand’s almost a blur, Dom’s thumb lifts Sadie’s chin up and to the side.

They pump in and out of her until she seizes up, her spine arching, her mouth opening in a cry of exaltation.

Dom doesn’t wait to kiss her, his tongue thrusting in just like his cock is. Yet his broad hand releases her tit to shield their faces as the white ribbon of my semen splashes out and all over her breasts, her sternum, and pools in the dip of her collarbone.

Zach, watching all this unfold grunts, displaying his climax. Dom continues to slide into her ass, his dark eyes squeezing shut as he quakes beneath her.

Amongst all this palpable pleasure is bare skin, sweat, and an abundance of bodily fluids. I repress a snicker at the thought that this brand-new Toyota of hers is going to need a thorough cleaning.

“Sadie,” echoes the strict British accent I hoped to avoid. I hit the deck, yanking my jeans back up. Even though Maxine shouldn’t be able to see anything through the tint, now that she’s standing there on the threshold of the garage, I’m not feeling confident about that. “Why are you still out here when you drove up ten minutes ago?”

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