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.”
“I’m pulling out.”
“Don’t,” she takes the reins like she so often does. “Don’t. I’m good. I’m fine.”
“Are we hurting you?” Dom demands next, exactly what I want to know.
“No. No, you’re not. It was... abrupt. And I’m full. Crammed full. But in a good way. An enjoyable way. I just want you two to move with me in sync. Can you do that?”
I’ve let off the gas so much that we’re essentially crawling at around twenty miles per hour. Even at that low speed, when I detect the wrought iron sign announcing the entrance to the Starlight Chalet, it seems like it shows up out of nowhere. Regardless, I’m more grateful than I can say.
At least until I notice a familiar maroon car. Maxine’s dark red Lexus parked in the circle drive. What is she doing here on the weekend?
“Uh, guys,” I speak up, cringing. “Maxine is here.”
So much for that relief I was so looking forward to. Think it just went the way of the dodo.
“She is?” Sadie says, her voice understandably muffled.
“She is,” I confirm. I pull up beside her sedan with my heart sinking. No crazy sex in this vehicle and likely no sex at all tonight.
“Park in the garage, then.”
I obey, confused when the motion I see out of my peripheral vision is of a very distinct kind. I pivot, gaping at them. Sadie is actively undulating between them, and Dom and Zach are thrusting in and out of her as if to discover the proper rhythm.
What the hell?
“What are you doing?” I whisper, I don’t know why. This SUV’s engine might be quiet but it’s not silent. If Maxine is anywhere near the garage, she’ll have heard it. Or maybe she saw us rumbling up the concrete driveway.
“Oh... Oh, fuck... Wondering why you’re not back here yet,” Sadie responds.
Wait, what?
“You still think doing this is wise when Maxine could meander in here at any time?” I check the door that leads to the rest of the chalet, her most likely entry point.
Sadie peers at me, smiles. There’s a glint in her eyes that’s downright devilish.
“Thrilling, isn’t it? Knowing we could get caught.” Zach is suckling her neck enough that it leaves purple speckles behind, and I freeze. Anticipating being shut down had my erection disappearing, but the prospect of still going through with this has him back up in one fell swoop. “Come on. I need you, too.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. Adjusting the driver’s seat, I maneuver myself over the front console, pushing the passenger seat flat to give us the maximum amount of space. Zach levers himself up on his elbows, providing me some breathing room, and I use it, delighted to finally give Sadie the lip lock she’s been after.
I don’t bother to strip, but I do unfasten the three buttons necessary to let my cock free, jutting out tall and proud. Licking my palm for the moisture, I crouch and slick my hand over myself, already feeling my balls drawing up from withholding all this pleasure for so long.
“Where do you want it?” I ask Sadie, intentionally making my next statement filthy. “I understand you have a request for sprays of hot come.”
Zach has raised up to his knees between Dom’s and Sadie’s legs. This allows me the opportunity to use my free hand to rub her clit. The next scene that goes down happens even without us sharing any specific vocal communication.
Sadie points wordlessly at the spot where her cleavage forms between her breasts, giving me a target.
Dom takes her left tit in hand, flicking the nipple. Zach lifts her left foot and drags his lips along the front of her thigh where the scar tissue is, careful to avoid her bandaged knees. Then, as I stroke my length, moving my palm so swiftly over the tip that my hand’s almost a blur, Dom’s thumb lifts Sadie’s chin up and to the side.
They pump in and out of her until she seizes up, her spine arching, her mouth opening in a cry of exaltation.
Dom doesn’t wait to kiss her, his tongue thrusting in just like his cock is. Yet his broad hand releases her tit to shield their faces as the white ribbon of my semen splashes out and all over her breasts, her sternum, and pools in the dip of her collarbone.
Zach, watching all this unfold grunts, displaying his climax. Dom continues to slide into her ass, his dark eyes squeezing shut as he quakes beneath her.
Amongst all this palpable pleasure is bare skin, sweat, and an abundance of bodily fluids. I repress a snicker at the thought that this brand-new Toyota of hers is going to need a thorough cleaning.
“Sadie,” echoes the strict British accent I hoped to avoid. I hit the deck, yanking my jeans back up. Even though Maxine shouldn’t be able to see anything through the tint, now that she’s standing there on the threshold of the garage, I’m not feeling confident about that. “Why are you still out here when you drove up ten minutes ago?”
The house manager’s sensible heels clack on the surface of the garage floor as she strides down the three concrete stairs. Then, far more swiftly than should’ve been possible, she knocks on the window and presses her face to the glass.
And despite who knows how many people having been privy to every exposed inch of me, the thought of the matronly Maxine eyeing all of us out here together makes my gut twist.
Now what?