TWENTY-TWO Erogenous Zone
JEROME
There’s something about the darkness that comes at this time of night that makes sharing feel less cumbersome than at any other time in the twenty-four-hour day. Maybe it’s the anonymity of not being clearly visible. Maybe it’s knowing that the rest of humanity is unconscious and unaware. Or maybe it’s just that we’ve all begun to trust each other enough for sharing to be possible.
Whatever it is, I add my ingredients into the mix.
“I started doing porn to support myself and my father. For as long as I can remember, it’s only ever been me and him. And I love the man, but he’s a lush who’s destroyed his liver. He’s struggling with his health and is barely able to work anymore. He’s not even fifty-nine yet, but I don’t know how much longer he’ll be around.”
There’s more silence, the total absence of sound, the kind that feels as if we’ve all somehow entered a vacuum without realizing it. That’s when Zach clears his throat.
“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.
“Now. I want Zach inside me now.”
Sounds like an order to me. Must sound that way to the other two as well because Zach is tearing off his sleeveless t-shirt and PJ bottoms like they’re full of ants. Either that, or he’s just horny. Can’t blame him on that one. We’ve basically been engaging in light amounts of torture by bringing bliss to her but never granting such a high to ourselves.
At least, not in front of her.
She must be eager, too, because she doesn’t take her time climbing up Zach’s body. First, she French kisses the ever-loving fuck out of him, then she pitches around and straddles him so that her back will be to his front.
Still, when I notice the shape of him, I almost balk. Sadie might not be petite for a woman height-wise, but she has a rather delicate bone structure. She’s also exceptionally small as far as her entrance goes. None of us have had any issues fucking her with our tongues or fingers, and if she’s taken my cock before, I have to assume she’s taken theirs as well.
But in that position, this might prove tricky.
I’m tempted to bring this to a halt just to discuss how things went with that thick and bulbous head of his the first time. Even with me there to lift her up and provide stability, it takes more than once to adjust the angles right, especially since the scars around her left hip mean that half of her isn’t as limber as the other half.
The only saving grace is that he naturally doesn’t just jut straight out but curves up as if to identify true north. Eventually, we manage to get everything to line up and both she and Zach groan as she slides inch by inch down his shaft.
“God, yes...” she calls out once she’s fully seated, and Zach is right on her heels.
“Holy shit,” he pants, grunting out his words. “I forgot how tight she is.”
She’s had to sit almost ridiculously straight to make the geometry work, but in order for Dom to have access to her, she’ll have to lay back. Sadie gradually does, moving at a snail’s pace to keep from being dislodged. And by the time she’s reclined over Zach with her back to his front, he’s wearing a grimace so strained that he might be experiencing pain instead of pleasure.
“You all right, there, Zach?” I inquire, repressing a grin. This more than anything else we’ve done so far is likely to put his endurance to the ultimate test.
“Good,” his voice emits from him an octave too high until he corrects himself by speaking again at his customary register. “I’m good.”
Dom’s eyes are dancing as we glance at one another, and I rip my gaze away just as quickly so I don’t laugh and ruin the moment. Yet, there’s nothing remotely funny about Dom bending her knees and moving each of her legs to the outside of Zach’s thighs. Especially when his dark hair appears just above where she and Zach are physically joined.
The man is downright explicit when he laves his tongue up and down her folds, not shy in the least about doing this with another man inside her.
Gasping, Zach thrusts his hips, his arms holding her around the middle, and this creates a natural rhythm for her to brace her feet on the mattress and respond to. Dom pauses as if to give them the chance to get into sync with each other, then brings his mouth right back to her most sensitive erogenous zone.
Mere seconds later, Sadie’s expression transports into something purely euphoric as she experiences her first climax of the night.
“Oh... unnghn... Fuck, yes...”
Dom has his arms around her thighs, still licking and suckling her as she bucks against his lips and tongue. Zach is still writhing beneath her and based on the perspiration beading his upper lip, looks dangerously close to giving in. In fact, I’m shocked he’s made it this far.
After all, it’s one thing to stave off an orgasm when you’re not being touched. It’s a whole other ball game to have a woman’s walls clenching around you and still stay strong.
I’ve been there. Many, many times. Though to be fair, most of those times I’d already spilled a time or two on film that specific day.
That’s when Sadie tips her head back against the crook of Zach’s neck as if searching for me.
“Now, you...” She reaches toward my cock. “Come in my mouth.”
It’s hot as hell for her to say that, and Zach must agree because he grunts and scrunches his brow line so hard it makes deep divots in his forehead. He drops his hips and goes stationary, but it’s evidently not enough.
“No. No... Son of a... Shit...”
Based on all that, I’m guessing he’s lost his battle with endurance.
Sadie reaches backwards and strokes her palm along his cheek, leaning up so she can kiss Zach as she shifts her body against him, letting him ride it out and relax. But despite him coming, he doesn’t look relaxed, he looks disappointed. Even flustered.
“Quit beating yourself up,” she murmurs to him, and based on his sudden intake of breath, she might’ve just squeezed him internally. “I’m loving this.” They kiss again for a moment, his hands cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. Meanwhile, Dom hasn’t halted for an instant. Once Zach switches to nibbling on her ear, she whimpers out, visibly close to the pinnacle again. “I need your kiss, Jerome.”
I kneel and give it to her, having zero issues with this change of plans.
That’s when she shouts into my mouth, and I’m certain she’s climaxing for a second time. Only after she’s had a chance to calm down does she speak up again.
“Why don’t you and Dom swap?” she says to Zach.
Dom sheds his pajama shorts so fast he practically leaves a contrail, then wipes his mouth with his sleeveless t-shirt. There’s some rearranging on the bed with me backing up to provide them with enough room. It’s like musical chairs. Everything gets going again with the other two in their reversed positions, and I’m beginning to wonder if she’s forgotten about me when she catches my gaze.
“And Jerome, get over here and let me taste you.”
I rid myself of my attire in a hurry, aching with want. The anticipation of being inside her hot mouth is trying even my substantial reserves of patience.
I’m guessing Dom has had women in such positions before because he has no real issue gliding into place. Like me, he’s longer than Zach, but not as thick. He’s quiet about entering her, though, which shouldn’t surprise me. The only giveaway he has about what he’s currently feeling is in the clenching of his jaw and the drooping of his eyelids.
His movements are also far surer than Zach’s as he belts an arm across her waist and spikes up into her. She sighs, then moans. And when Zach starts in on her clit, she motions me over.
I oblige her, slipping myself between her plump lips and relishing every second of being enveloped by her.
Damn, it’s been a long time since we indulged together on that library ladder. No wonder Zach didn’t last as long as he wanted to. It’s taking every resource I have plus my personal catalogue of non-sexy images to prevent me from erupting before I’m even all the way in.
She brings herself forward enough that she’s anchored me partway into her throat, her hand fisting around my base. It’s already beyond joyful when she makes a swallowing motion, one I can feel through every inch of my body. Then, she backs off me enough that she can trace the tip of her tongue along my underside vein, and within seconds the first pulse hits.
Sadie makes a noise around me, a delighted noise as she bucks her hips wildly, and Dom clenches his eyes shut and locks his muscles underneath her. Acknowledging that she’s having an orgasm right now—and Dom, too—I’m just... lost.
A total goner.
“Ah, fuck me...” I growl out as I come right after they do, rocketing down her throat.
Huffing and puffing, my heart racing like I just completed an arduous marathon, I peer down at her to make sure she’s all right. And based on the wide smile she’s wearing as she swallows and wipes her lips, she’s just fine.