Page 102 of The Sun & Her Burn

For now, we could be this new, strange, and beautifulus.

Slowly, Adam planted a hand on my chest and pushed me backward, my abs controlling the descent, until I lay with my shoulders and back against the floor. My hips were raised on their thighs, but Adam and Sebastian worked in voiceless tandem to lift their hands under my ass so I was level with their mouths.

And then they passed me back and forth.

First, Adam because he was in charge and led the way. He pressed his nose to the crease of my thigh and breathed deeply, moaning at the scent of my arousal. It was so shameless, so decadent and intimate it made me shiver, and more wet trickled from my pussy. His eyes were dark as he tilted his head to trace the leak all the way up to my center.

“Fucking ambrosial,” he growled against my folds before he ate me in earnest.

I thrashed against his mouth as he sucked and swirled at my clit, but Sebastian helped hold me steady, his hot gaze on my cunt like an extra tongue.

“My turn,” he said, but it was a question voiced in a begging rasp.

Adam wrenched himself away, his full mouth glistening with me.

Instead of letting Seb have his turn, he tugged him back in for another luscious kiss, sharing the taste of me.

My nipples were so hard they ached, the pressure at the base of my clit throbbed, and my walls clenched around nothing, hungry for more.

I whimpered before I could help it, and Adam tore himself from Seb with a wicked smirk. With his golden hair dishevelled and ruddy, flushed cheeks, he looked like a god of depravity and he was just as merciless.

“Don’t let her come,” he told Seb before draping my thighs over Seb’s shoulders.

The Italian didn’t hesitate for a moment before opening his mouth over my wet core and lashing it with his strong tongue. I cried out, but his fingers merely tightened around my hips.

“Let him eat you,” Adam told me, cold and authoritative.

It was almost a mean tone, but astoundingly arousing because it threatened punishment if you did not do as he said.

A moment later, fingers pressed at my entrance.

I bowed my back at the sensation, then looked down my body to see it was Adam’s fingers inside me, parting my swollen walls to rub at my front wall in a way that made heat sluice through me.

I cried out again, my blood roaring in my ears.

More fingers. This time, I checked, Sebastian’s curling in around Adam’s so they were both fingerfucking me in tandem.

My mind whited out, hot sensation crashing every system until I short-circuited. Vaguely, I was aware of convulsing in their hold, shaking apart as I came and came and came so hard it almost hurt.

For a long moment afterward, I merely floated without thought, everything warm and languid.

When I came to, my head was in Adam’s lap, and one of his big hands was stroking my hair. My hips still rested on Sebastian, but he had tugged down my dress slightly in case I was modest, and he was rubbing his hands lightly up and down my thighs.

“Hi, Sunbeam,” Adam murmured, smiling down at me with genuine tenderness. “How do you feel?”

“Um,” I said when I could unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth. It was dry from calling out so much through my orgasm. “Like I’m floating?”

His chuckle was supremely self-satisfied and echoed by Sebastian’s. “That’s good.”

“It can be hard to come down from a play,” Sebastian added, then gave me a curious look. “But you’ve done this before?”

“This?” I repeated with wide eyes. “Definitely not.”

They both laughed again, and that felt almost as good as the orgasm, to see them both so relaxed in each other’s presence and with me.

“But I had a boyfriend who liked to play the Dom. I don’t know if he was particularly suited to it after experiencing this, but I liked it,” I explained.

“And you liked this?” Adam asked.