Page 75 of Our Sadie

This thick mushroom-shaped head of his can be a struggle to work around, but after licking up and down the underside of his shaft, I manage to take it all in, sucking on him and flicking my tongue along his slit.

“Holy shit. Oh, shit...”

His exclamations are music to my ears. Zach unfastens his seatbelt and shifts toward me.

“Let me lick your clit,” he says next, but I ignore him. For once, I want this to be about him. “Fuck... Sadie, take off your pants and sit on my face. Let me make you come.”

“No.” I basically purr the word like a kitten, already feeling my panties getting damp. All these guys have been with me, have gone to great lengths to bring me pleasure. And while Zach might be the quickest on the draw, he too has provided me with so many orgasms that I’m thrilled to close the gap. At least by one. “You first.”

“Then climb onto my cock instead.” He slides his clothing off, making as if to recline all the way across the backseat. I step onto the floorboard giving him room so he can. He chuckles. “Thank God for seat warmers.”

I snort at his joke, throw my boots into the back, and take off my leggings, panties, and socks. Straddling him, I glide into place.

“Hold on,” Jerome warns as we take a sharp curve, and Zach clings to me, pulling me close to his chest. It’s an intimate hold and experiencing him inside me while inertia tosses us around and the hum of the engine rattles through my system is quite unique.

I think I like it.

I also like doing this semi-publicly. Sure, no one can see through the tint, but cars and semis are buzzing by on occasion and the curves and hills mean I can’t always anticipate which direction our united bodies are going to deviate toward.

It’s kind of exhilarating.

Zach tears my sweater over my head, my bra following immediately after, and as he takes my left nipple into his mouth, I moan. Maybe due to the novelty of all this, my climax is approaching at light speed. Even if that’s not my goal. I pull up so he has to release me, riding him faster. Harder. I need to make him orgasm so I can.

But Zach is gritting his teeth, perspiration beading over his brows.

“Come, already,” I finally tell him, so close to the edge that I’m beginning to throb.

He gives me a feral grin. “You, first.”

Goddamn, but that’s erotic.

Still, since I’m bracing myself only by one arm, I’m less than steady and have to dig into his shoulder with my nails to stay even remotely upright. He hisses and I grunt out an apology.

“Don’t say you’re sorry. I love it.”

The scent of sex is filling the limited space in here, and I’m so turned on I feel like a kite caught in an updraft. Soaring and soaring and soaring. I glance up and catch Jerome observing us from the rearview.

“You know it would be hot as hell if we could all do different things to you at once back there,” he says to me, continuing to motor along these winding country lanes, and what he’s proposing makes me shake from the inside out. “Zach in your pussy. Dom in your ass. And me standing over the tangle of you all, fucking your mouth with my tongue as I come all over your tits.”

That does it. As much as I normally despise losing control, I can do nothing but thrust down onto Zach’s cock as the mother of all orgasms takes me over, body and soul.

“Oh... uuungn, oh...” I shout, helpless against the barrage of endorphins shooting out from my core.

Only distantly do I make out Jerome’s smug laugh along with his comment. “There she goes.”

He’s right. Not only do I go, I keep going, writhing over Zach until he throws his head back.

“Fuck.”

My breaths are juddering in and out of me in bursts just like Zach’s now are, and I feel a sense of achievement. I’m tempted to ask him if he feels better, but that might undo all my good work. So instead, I say aloud what Jerome’s suggestion has me thinking in my head.

“I like what you said,” I inform him, inform all of them. “Any way we can make that happen?”

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