Page 58 of Our Sadie
There’s one thing I know for sure. She likes Jerome’s approach. And I’ll remember that when it’s my turn.
It’s like an eternity passes before he switches positions, rearranging her pillow so it pokes up the long way as he lays his spine against it.
“How do you feel about riding my face, Sadie?”
“I... I’ve never done that before.”
Jerome tosses her one of those wide smiles. “First time for everything.”
Figuring this might be more than a two-person job, I rush forward to help her into place. She straddles his chest first, then scoots up, grabbing onto one of the bars of her headboard for balance. Dropping to my knees, I hold onto her waist, steadying her while Zach joins us from the opposite side, his hand beneath the shoulder of her weak arm.
I think she’ll be okay up there now, but she doesn’t sound so sure.
“Can you breathe, Jerome?”
He says nothing, just gives us a thumbs-up. Then, his hands go to her ass as he spreads her apart. I catch the gleam of slickness on the finger he presses to that back entrance of hers, rubbing it around in circles. He must also be using either his lips or tongue to play with her clit because she’s starting up with her moaning again.
Leisurely, he works the tip of his finger further and further into her, rotating it the entire time. Sadie’s moans switch into those keening cries again as she swivels herself over him. Her hand clasping onto the headboard clenched so fiercely her knuckles are white, and the smell of her being turned on is stronger than ever.
The scene is so erotic my cock gives a giant kick.
“Ah, fucking hell...” Zach hisses out, and I’m not sure why until he cringes and peeks down at his pajama bottoms until I notice a growing patch of wetness at the front. Must’ve come in his pants.
Oops.
I’m not condemning him, though. Experiencing this is intense.
Sadie is rocking on top of Jerome like she’s on one of those mechanical bulls, and I can’t stop ogling how awesome she looks from this vantage. It’s not long before her rhythm speeds up and she tosses her head back, her spine arching.
“Unnngh, fuck yes...” she shouts, climaxing for a second time, but whatever Jerome’s been doing he must continue because maybe a minute or two later, she’s shouting again.
The man definitely has his technique down pat.
Sadie’s almost limp as she calms down, and I catch her as she slumps to the side, boneless. I’m soaking through my own sleep shorts, but in my case it’s precum rather than jizz.
I always dribble like a motherfucker when I’m pushed to the limit.
Since I doubt Sadie is capable of holding herself up, I lay her on her side. I position myself so that we’re yin and yang, the perfect setup for sixty-nine. Only that’s not what I’m after.
Instead, I move so that she can’t get to my cock without a struggle, lift her right leg, and insert my head between her thighs. I massage her inner thighs, making sure she’s loose, then plunge two fingers into her pussy, I wiggle my thumb into her ass, trying to go no farther than Jerome did.
That’s when I don’t just lick her clit, I suck on it, pushing the fingers in her core and the thumb inside the wall of her ass together.
Sadie goes from zero to ninety in seconds. She doesn’t even say any words this time, she just wails, yelling her head off as she orgasms for what I believe is the fourth time. She’s squirming all over her mattress, and I don’t slow until her voice goes hoarse.
The sound of a satisfied woman.
It’s not long after that that she’s unconscious. It’s a technique I like to call banged to sleep.
I gently disentangle myself from her as Jerome says quietly, “I’ll stay with her if you two need a minute.”
A nice offer. One we each take him up on. Zach and I go off to our separate rooms, and the instant I’m alone, I brace my back to the door of my bathroom and stroke myself to relief. It doesn’t take long before I’m getting off, the white geyser shooting out of me with so much torque it arrows over my head to make a mess on the shiny black and white tile.
With that done, I swap out with Jerome, and once we’re all good to go, we settle in next to her, huddling under the covers.
“Maybe she needs a shrink or something,” Zach ventures first, and I know he’s talking about her meltdown from a few days ago.
“We all need a shrink,” Jerome huffs out a low laugh. “Besides, who’s to say she hasn’t already seen one?”