Page 67 of Our Sadie

“My mom’s dying of MS. Fam lost the nest egg they had due to her medical expenses. Worst part is she used to be a dancer herself. And she was good. So good. And beautiful, even if she didn’t make it as far as I did. She’s the reason I worked so hard to make it to the Broadway circuit. Only to throw it all away like some piece of shit moron.”

For the first time in several minutes, Sadie speaks.

“You fell, Zach. I’m sure you didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Might as well have.” He sounds... bitter. “I miscalculated my jump. It was stupid. A rookie mistake I shouldn’t have made at that level. But I did. So now, it’s all gone. My career. My chance to assist Mom and Dad. Every last bit of it.”

“You are assisting your Mom and Dad by joining Elegance,” Dom joins in out of the blue. “Just because it’s not the career path you were thinking of doesn’t mean this option is worse than any other. That’s something I had to accept. Whoring out my body felt gross at first, I’m not gonna lie. But it paid the bills and late fees. It kept a roof over my sister’s head and over mine. That’s all that matters.”

That may be the longest speech I’ve ever heard from Dom, and I’m impressed by the depth of it. The kindness and authenticity of what he shared. It explains a great deal about him.

“Well, now, I feel like I should give all of you another bonus,” Sadie pipes up, and though there’s humor in her tone, the three of us answer in near unison.

“Cool.” Zach.

“Yeah.” Dom.

“I can handle that.” Me.

“How about I give you a different bonus?” she asks, slyly. “A sexy and adventurous one?”

I’m up for spending another long while with my head between her legs. I delight in that, actually. It’s the not spewing in my shorts that’s more of a challenge. Though I do get a kick out of conquering my urges while beating the other two guys—especially the stoic and reserved Dom—at the same game.

“Who do you want first?” I ask her, ready to bow to her wishes. But her response isn’t what I thought it would be.

“You,” she says, grabbing me by the front of the undershirt I always wear to bed. I kiss her, all slow and languorous about it, but as she interrupts our lip lock, she continues. “In my mouth.”

I’ve been sporting a semi ever since she said the terms “sexy” and “adventurous.” But now my semi becomes a saluting soldier eager for duty.

Sir, yes, sir.

“And I want to ride Zach reverse cowgirl as Dom licks me,” she adds, and though I can’t make out much in all this obsidian darkness, I imagine that all three of us freeze.

I know I do.

It’s not that I haven’t done something similar previously because I have. I’ve done all sorts of craziness for orgy and gangbanger scenes. The difference is that these other guys probably haven’t. Probably haven’t done anything remotely close.

It’s highly unlikely that they’ve pressed their cock against another guy’s so that we’re both stuffed into the same pussy. Or that they’ve done the whole spit-roasted thing with one guy plunging inside of her mouth while one ruts into either her core or her ass.

So, I’m not sure how this is going to work.

Or if Sadie actually means what she says. But this is her party, so all I can do is monitor the situation and make certain she’s not getting more than she’s bargained for.

After I flip on a pair of bedside lamps, each of us position ourselves into place. Yet even as I stand beside her bed and watch as Zach lays flat on the mattress in preparation, I bring everything to a halt for a brief second. Through some unspoken consent, the other two seem to be deferring to me.

Zach in particular is looking anxious and a bit tentative about all this, so I take the wheel.

“If you need any of us to stop, smack me on the arm and I’ll pull back. Don’t hesitate to shut us down if you need to.”

Dom and Zach bob their heads in agreement, and it’s nice to know that we’ll continue to do this as a team. And that we’re putting obeying her directives above all else.

She starts to strip Zach, but I tug her back. “Wait. Why don’t you let Dom get you ready first? Then, we’ll get you situated on Zach before you and I begin our part?”

Sadie frowns, and for a lingering heartbeat, I wonder if she’ll demand that we follow her lead simply because she’s told us to do it. This is her prerogative. I just don’t want her progressing so far only to regret it. Thankfully, she acquiesces by climbing to the side of the mattress, removing her nightgown, and spreading her legs.

Dom, ever compliant, lowers to his knees on the bedroom carpet, encases her in those bulged-out arms of his, and pressing his mouth to her folds goes to town on her like a champ.

I’m hoping she’ll allow Dom to get her off once, just so we know she’s as soaked and open as can be, but after only a minute or two, she deactivates the concept.