NINETEEN Licking
DOMINIC
I’ve jacked off to my share of porn. But witnessing Zach licking Sadie’s folds while right there in the same room is an unknown experience for me. The atmosphere is totally different, for one thing. Not only can I hold her hand—which I do, massaging her palm—I can inhale her sweet citrus perfume mixed with the distinct scent of her arousal.
Can’t get that from any porn site.
Jerome is positioned on the opposite side of the bed from me, reclining on his elbow as he pushes some of her caramel-brown hair behind her ear, and I see how this is going to play out. One guy bringing her to a state of bliss while the other two are there for comfort and support. Never done something quite like this, but I’m cool with it.
“Unnhghn,...” Sadie moans, and it’s that sound that makes me hard.
Jerome’s sporting some obvious wood, and when Zach stands back up, I’m sure he will be, too. It’s an occupational hazard of this line of work.
When Sadie moans again, there’s a note of craving in it, even frustration, and I almost tap Zach on the shoulder to tell him what to do. That’s unnecessary, though. Once he comes up for air, the slick moisture of Sadie’s desire all over his lips and clean-shaven chin, Jerome presses two of his fingers together, curves them slightly, and makes that recognizable upward motion.
A demonstration.
Zach flattens his mouth into a straight line as if irritated by the suggestion, but then does it anyway, plunging his fingers into Sadie’s pussy like an expert. If he knew what to do, then why wait so long?
I don’t know. Maybe he felt nervous with us being in here watching him. I’ve gone down on women before, Sadie included. But I have to admit that none of my sex—even the paid kind—has been directly in front of other men.
Planting her feet against the covers, Sadie begins to thrust her hips up and down, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, sweat glistening along her hairline, and her grip on my hand tightening. Things must be getting good for her, then. This is always the best part for me. Female orgasms are fascinating, particularly when she’s wrapped around my cock.
Even if that’s not what’ll be happening tonight.
“Oh, God... Oh... Fuck...” She bucks against Zach’s mouth, and he clutches onto her hips with his free hand, the tips of his fingers noticeably digging in. But Sadie doesn’t seem to mind as her noises build into one long note that finishes in that familiar keening shriek of hers.
I’ll never get tired of it.
Her ass collapses back onto the mattress as all her muscles go loose, her ribcage moving fast as she tries to slow her breathing. Damn, I want her.
But as Zach pulls himself up to his feet, wiping the back of his hand across his face, his pants so tented he looks like he’s packing some sort of crowbar, Jerome’s already on the move.
At first, he lays his hand along her core, stroking her softly as he kisses her cheek, her nose, her forehead. He’s bringing her down, bit by bit, something I’ve only done for the couple of short-term girlfriends I’ve had.
Only once her breathing has returned to normal does he kiss her mouth, taking his time and being sensual about it. I can’t seem to glance away from the two of them together. This is beyond the basic act of sex. The generosity he’s showing her has Sadie closing her eyes and looping her arm around him.
There’s one thing I know for sure. She likes Jerome’s approach. And I’ll remember that when it’s my turn.
It’s like an eternity passes before he switches positions, rearranging her pillow so it pokes up the long way as he lays his spine against it.
“How do you feel about riding my face, Sadie?”
“I... I’ve never done that before.”
Jerome tosses her one of those wide smiles. “First time for everything.”
Figuring this might be more than a two-person job, I rush forward to help her into place. She straddles his chest first, then scoots up, grabbing onto one of the bars of her headboard for balance. Dropping to my knees, I hold onto her waist, steadying her while Zach joins us from the opposite side, his hand beneath the shoulder of her weak arm.
I think she’ll be okay up there now, but she doesn’t sound so sure.
“Can you breathe, Jerome?”
He says nothing, just gives us a thumbs-up. Then, his hands go to her ass as he spreads her apart. I catch the gleam of slickness on the finger he presses to that back entrance of hers, rubbing it around in circles. He must also be using either his lips or tongue to play with her clit because she’s starting up with her moaning again.
Leisurely, he works the tip of his finger further and further into her, rotating it the entire time. Sadie’s moans switch into those keening cries again as she swivels herself over him. Her hand clasping onto the headboard clenched so fiercely her knuckles are white, and the smell of her being turned on is stronger than ever.
The scene is so erotic my cock gives a giant kick.
“Ah, fucking hell...” Zach hisses out, and I’m not sure why until he cringes and peeks down at his pajama bottoms until I notice a growing patch of wetness at the front. Must’ve come in his pants.
Oops.
I’m not condemning him, though. Experiencing this is intense.
Sadie is rocking on top of Jerome like she’s on one of those mechanical bulls, and I can’t stop ogling how awesome she looks from this vantage. It’s not long before her rhythm speeds up and she tosses her head back, her spine arching.
“Unnngh, fuck yes...” she shouts, climaxing for a second time, but whatever Jerome’s been doing he must continue because maybe a minute or two later, she’s shouting again.
The man definitely has his technique down pat.
Sadie’s almost limp as she calms down, and I catch her as she slumps to the side, boneless. I’m soaking through my own sleep shorts, but in my case it’s precum rather than jizz.
I always dribble like a motherfucker when I’m pushed to the limit.
Since I doubt Sadie is capable of holding herself up, I lay her on her side. I position myself so that we’re yin and yang, the perfect setup for sixty-nine. Only that’s not what I’m after.
Instead, I move so that she can’t get to my cock without a struggle, lift her right leg, and insert my head between her thighs. I massage her inner thighs, making sure she’s loose, then plunge two fingers into her pussy, I wiggle my thumb into her ass, trying to go no farther than Jerome did.
That’s when I don’t just lick her clit, I suck on it, pushing the fingers in her core and the thumb inside the wall of her ass together.
Sadie goes from zero to ninety in seconds. She doesn’t even say any words this time, she just wails, yelling her head off as she orgasms for what I believe is the fourth time. She’s squirming all over her mattress, and I don’t slow until her voice goes hoarse.
The sound of a satisfied woman.
It’s not long after that that she’s unconscious. It’s a technique I like to call banged to sleep.
I gently disentangle myself from her as Jerome says quietly, “I’ll stay with her if you two need a minute.”
A nice offer. One we each take him up on. Zach and I go off to our separate rooms, and the instant I’m alone, I brace my back to the door of my bathroom and stroke myself to relief. It doesn’t take long before I’m getting off, the white geyser shooting out of me with so much torque it arrows over my head to make a mess on the shiny black and white tile.
With that done, I swap out with Jerome, and once we’re all good to go, we settle in next to her, huddling under the covers.
“Maybe she needs a shrink or something,” Zach ventures first, and I know he’s talking about her meltdown from a few days ago.
“We all need a shrink,” Jerome huffs out a low laugh. “Besides, who’s to say she hasn’t already seen one?”
“Maybe she needs to see them again.” Zach keeps on, a line between his brows.
Maybe. But I don’t know how open she’d be to one of us mentioning it.
––––––––
CHRISTMAS DAY ARRIVESwith the sun shining, but Sadie’s not saying much. She’s not eating much, either, but at least when I bring her some marmalade and toast along with some cappuccino, she finishes most of it. I find it strange to wake up in that monster of a bed next to two other dudes, but I guess I’ll get used to it.
We don’t celebrate the holiday. Instead, we stream comedic sitcoms from her laptop right there in bed. I gotta admit to missing the festivities. But the person I miss way more is Paisley. It’s actively snowing by midafternoon, and while it’s pretty, it makes me think of my sister even more. I’ve fallen off my Zoom schedule with her for obvious reasons, but I can’t skip today.
“Hey Sadie, I need to make a call,” I mention to her, and her gaze, despite seeming distant, also seems understanding.
“Of course.”
The sight of my baby sister in a blue Santa hat covered in tiny white bows brings a smile to my lips.
“Merry Christmas, Princessa.”
“Dommy...” She beams at me so enthusiastically that the difficulties of the past week just wash away. “It’s Christmas.”
“Yes, it is.”
“You got me this...” She displays the packet of ten coloring books I bought and sent, and while I wish I could’ve seen her tear off the wrapping paper, I don’t mention this.
“I did. Do you like them?
She shoves them so hard against her chest that they making a slapping noise. “I love them.”
“Good.” I want to hug her, to breathe her in, to confirm to myself that she’s okay. But I can’t.
I’m so preoccupied by this that I lose the first part of what she’s saying. “...game?”
“What now? You wanna play pop-pop?”
“Yeah, but when will you be here again? Here, here, I mean.” She points down at her feet as she signs and dread has me clenching my fist behind my back.
“Soon,” is all can I say.
“Tomorrow?” She brightens, and I want to shrivel up and die.
“Probably not tomorrow. In a few weeks, for sure,” I hurry to add, knowing full well that her understanding of time isn’t the greatest. Abstract concepts like that are mostly beyond Paisley.
“Okay. Can we play?”
“You know it.”
We play our game, and I do my best not to show how much her questions have made me feel like dogshit.
“Innertube?” she asks in sequence, and I’m glad I have some of those mints in my drawer nearby. Can’t fail her on this part of the production, either.
When I come back downstairs, I discover the other three in the kitchen. According to Sadie, Maxine has arranged for a catered meal to be delivered to us, likely since despite it being Monday, it’s also a holiday. After eating, Zach leans over to me and says he also needs to make a call. I pick up on the insinuation. He needs to know if I’ll help Jerome keep an eye on Sadie.
I give him a chin lift, and he scampers off.
After napping off and on throughout the day, we return to Sadie’s bedroom and have another round of orally getting her off. I have to admit, having sex with her—even this type—is still pleasurable for me.
Maybe because her taste is so sweet I could set up permanent residence between her legs. And she seems comforted by all of us lavishing such exclusive attention on her.
It’s encouraging.
Sure, I’ve made countless women come, but with Sadie, it’s more. It’s like every time we manage to bring her to climax, we’re exorcising some of the demons tormenting her. I’ve been with clients who were a chore or who made me do things I wouldn’t have consented to if I hadn’t been so desperate for the cash.
But with Sadie, I don’t know. I like taking care of her. And I like how her eyes look when I quit tonguing her clit and let my fingers take over...
It’s like we’re linked on some extra level I’ve never reached with anyone else. It’s a good thing since I want her to choose me, to choose all three of us. Yet I won’t know if that’s how she feels until the tail end of February.
If I can last away from Paisley until then.