Page 76 of Our Sadie
TWENTY-FIVE: The Garage
JEROME
Although safety is one of my highest priorities and Sadie and Zach fucking in the backseat is anything but safe, my libido doesn’t care. Not only that, with my erection beating up against the fly of my jeans so hard, I’m thankful I chose to wear my button flies rather than any of my other pairs with zippers.
Don’t need any unlucky interactions between metal and flesh right now.
When Dom crawls back there to join Zach and Sadie while I’m still driving, the situation only grows more desperate for me through these tantalizing glimpses in the mirror.
Dom’s hand between Sadie’s legs, first kneading those folds then gathering up her slickness. After that, those fingers slide between the cheeks of her ass. Her mewls as he plays with what I can only assume is that tight little pucker. Zach playing with each of her breasts as Dom warms her up, stretching her out enough to fit him.
This lasts for countless minutes, and by the time he actually lays back, we’re within five miles of the chalet. I’m both anxious to get there so I can participate and engrossed in the experience as-is. As much sex as I’ve witnessed and participated in, I never would’ve thought it this scintillating to be exposed to such seductive bits and pieces. But it is.
It’s so all-encompassing that I’m tempted to jack off right here behind the wheel to relieve the pressure.
But I’d rather indulge the fantasy for real instead.
I concentrate with the remaining cognizance I have on returning us carefully home. I’m already driving well under the speed limit just in case I need to slam on the brakes. No one back there is buckled in anymore, so racing through the White Mountains like it’s the Indy 500 isn’t an option.
“Oh, oh my God...” Sadie calls out right as Dom takes a sharp inhale.
“Mother of fuck, you’re tight,” he exclaims in a rare show of raw emotion, and I stare straight forward. I’m close to coming untouched, and that’s not how I want to complete the act.
“Even tighter than her pussy?” Zach has the audacity to ask, and I can’t help but glance into the rearview again to see Dom lift his chin in confirmation, his expression half awed, half pained.
“I barely fucking fit.”
Dammit, that information is not what I need to hear. I grip the steering wheel so fiercely I hear a crack, and I half block out the next segment of their conversation for survival’s sake.
“Sadie, you sure you want me back inside you?” Zach inquires, and when she answers, it’s at a gasp.
“Yeah. Yes.” She moans, panting now. “Do it. Climb up here.”
Unable to stop myself, I sneak a peek to goggle at the image of all three of them buck naked. Dom’s on bottom. Sadie’s lying face up in his lap with his cock in her ass. And Zach’s positioned himself on top of both of them, elbows bracing him as he enters her.
I’m watching him move slowly deeper until I realize I’m getting too near the edge of the pavement and have to course correct, whipping the wheel too suddenly and causing all three of them back there to jolt to one side.
Sadie shrieks, and because it’s not a sound of ecstasy, I almost bring the vehicle to a dead halt. Instead, though, I check things in the mirror and find that Zach has fallen, sandwiching Sadie between him and Dom.
“Christ, Sadie, you all right?” Zach’s asking her, and I hold my breath for her reply.
“I... I think so.”