Page 132 of The Sun & Her Burn

It had always been a hard line for me, something that seemed to trigger my feelings towards being kept under my father’s thumb as a boy.

But this?

This was as different from that as night and day.

It was still hard to slowly drop to my knees on the carpeted floor, my gaze locked with Sebastian’s.

Beside us, Linnea watched with a riveted gaze behind her golden mask, her heavy, aroused breathing causing her nipples to peek over and back under the lace of her corset. I was tempted to give her my attention because I didn’t want her to feel left out when this was about both of them, but this moment was important to Sebastian and me.

I had to remember that Linnea said she wanted us not just for her, but for each other.

Sebastian stared down at me, a dark Adonis with his sleeves rolled up to expose corded forearms and his chest exposed indecently by the buttons undone almost to his naval. My mouth watered, and arousal warred with the mild discomfort of being in a submissive position.

He stepped closer, sliding both large hands into my hair to give it a little tug. My eyes drooped nearly closed at the sensation, my dick hardening in my trousers.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” Sebastian asked, adopting the same conversational tone I often used. “What’s your safe word?”

“Lunatic,” I said, the same one he’d picked so many years ago.

“Linnea,” he said. “Do you want your own?”

“No,” she whispered, eyes fixed on us as if we were a solar eclipse. “Lunatic is perfect.”

“You should know,” Sebastian continued. “I’m clean and so is Linnea. She’s also on birth control.”

“I’m clean,” I said and my voice was a thick rasp. “Linnea and I were both tested as a requirement of our contract.”

He grinned. “And you say you never intended to fuck her. It’s fascinating how easy it is for you to lie to yourself, Adamo.”

Yes, I agreed, but I had never been able to lie to him and I was finding it just as impossible to do so with Linnea.

Seb pulled me forward by the hair so that my open mouth skirted the thick bulge of his erection through the fabric. I was drooling so much, it saturated the wool, leaving a wet stain along the length of his dick.

“Do you want to take out my cock and take it down your throat?” Sebastian asked me. “I bet you want me to fuck your face until your throat aches, and you start to cry. Has anyone ever fucked your mouth like that before, Adamo?”

“No,” I rasped as he pressed my cheek tight to the heat of his cock. “Never.”

“Maybe Linnea and I should just trade you back and forth for a while,” Sebastian pondered. “I could come down your throat and she could come on your tongue and then we would both eat each other’s tastes out of your mouth.”

“Fuck,” I cursed, and I realized I was trembling lightly, from lust and from an edge of anxiety.

It didn’t feel natural to submit, even to Sebastian, but that was part of the excitement, too. That I would act against my natural instincts to be good for him. I wasn’t sure how long it could last, but I was determined to show him I could sacrifice for him, even in this small way.

“Open my trousers,” Sebastian told me, his hands at his sides as he watched me obey with molten-yellow eyes.

I undid his belt and slid it through the loops with a snap, setting it beside me for later when I was back in control. Then his fly, the zipper lowering tooth by tooth over the lewd bulge of his erection beneath the fabric. I pulled him through the gap in his boxer briefs and the parted pants, his hard cock thick and long, curving just slightly upwards as if showing off the rounded head flushed with blood and limned in precum.

My mouth watered.

“God, but I missed this cock,” I said, curling my fingers around the base and rubbing my opposite thumb over the slit, dipping the tip just inside it.

Sebastian hissed, his fingers going to my hair. “Suck it, show Linnea why I’ve jerked off every night for ten years to the thought of your mouth and hands on me.”

Linnea’s moan was loud in the quiet room, spurring me on to put on a show for them both.

Just because I disliked being on my knees did not mean I disliked having a fat dick down my throat.

I opened my mouth over his broad shaft and sucked him down in one smooth glide.