Page 78 of Keeping Sarah

I slipped into the bedroom next door to avoid hearing their fun. It was not as lavish as Rex’s bedroom, but nice all the same. A four-poster bed of dark carved wood. A few mirrors, each nicer than the last. Tapestries that depicted a number of sex acts…wait, what the hell?

A line-up of bottles sat on the nightstand, and I would have sworn at least four of them were lubricants. There were restraints attached to the bed. A rack on the wall displayed all sorts of kinky accoutrement, from whips to feather dusters.

Out of the frying pan and straight into the fire?

I rolled my eyes at myself and laid on the bed. When I got comfortable, I heard my neighbors. I sat up and could no longer hear them. When I laid back down against the pillows, I could hear everything, down to the wet sounds between their bodies.

What the hell?

The sound was more amplified right where I lay. Frowning, I pulled the pillows away from the headboard and found a small sliding door in the wood. Cracking it open, I realized it was a peephole into Rex’s bedroom. I gasped in surprise, but then remembered who I was dealing with. Quietly, I slid it shut and rolled my eyes. I put the pillows back to try and muffle their erotic, arousing sounds, but it was no use. If I wanted to sleep, then I would have to listen to his four-way sexcapade.

“Come here,” Rex growled at one of them. Or maybe all three, I didn’t know. Blissful sighs followed, then another giggle.

How am I supposed to sleep when I keep getting turned on?

“Gods, yes!” a loud one whimpered.

My core clenched in envy and I growled in distress and rolled over, where I discovered the nightstand had side shelves. Side shelves full of dildos.

What the fuck?

But as I took a closer look, some were quite pretty, actually. Glass or some kind of stone I didn’t know. Beautifully carved to look like cocks or some swoopy design. One even had thick veins on it. When I picked it up, the veiny dildo was heavy and perfectly smooth. It was pale blue and it warmed when I touched it.

“Fuck me!” a breathy girl keened. Then she groaned deeply, all those sounds making me pulse with need.

Fuck it. I’m not sleeping otherwise.

Stripping down, I made myself comfortable and decided to give this a try. I had noticed a bottle of lubricant that looked like the kind Deacon and Jac had used in Tolkabern’s cave, and I wondered if it would tingle like Jac had moaned. It smelled minty, so I applied some to the veiny dildo. It was slick with the right consistency, and I hoped it wouldn’t burn.

I laid back, touching myself all over. The tingles started in a flash. First my nipples hardened from the lube, then my skin seemed to shimmer. I gasped from the sweet, arousing sensation. I rubbed my fingers over my pussy and was lit up. I was already so wet I did not need the lube whatsoever. Gently, I touched my clit, not wanting to overdo it on the tingles.

When they hit, I was in immediate ecstasy.

Not coming—not yet—but my hips rode the air, searching for anything to fill me up. I grabbed the stone cock and rubbed the head along my slit. Up and down, up and down. When it pressed against my opening, I shook.

“Rex, oh my,” another female voice gasped in delight. “What are you doing, oh fuck!”

The cock eased into me. I wanted to take my time and I wanted it to thrust hard and fast. I wanted everything all at once. Pulling the tip out, I moved the pillows from the headboard and cracked the sliding door, so I could hear better. Then, I positioned the dildo onto a pillow that was wide enough to spread my legs far apart. I straddled the pillow and angled the stone cock into myself, sinking onto it inch by inch, so it was like riding either Jac or Deacon.

“Ah, fuck yes,now!” one of them shouted before her words became vulgar little grunts.

“I love watching you make her come, Rex,” another purred.

He panted and his words were clipped, “What about when I makeyoucome?”

“I love that, too,” she preened.

Wet sounds followed, before he ordered, “Then come ride my cock.”

I closed my eyes as she gasped and sighed, filling the room with sounds of my own as I rode the dildo. Whatever stone the cock was made from, it grew hotter the longer it was in me. Or maybe it was the lube—my nipples felt warmed up, too. As mynatural wetness dimmed the tingles, I applied more of it to my clit, making me cry out at the sensation. It was like ice and heat all at once, and the brush of the pillow against my clit made me jump. My body throbbed against the hard, indifferent stone.

“That’s it, girl, I can feel you getting close,” one of the other girls said.

Another cried out, “Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Rex growled, “Work your whole fist into her before she comes, I want to see you wrist deep.”

“Whatever you want,” she groaned.

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