Page 139 of The Sun & Her Burn

“Fucking gorgeous,” he told her, discarding the toy on the floor between us. “I could fuck you for days.”

“Yes,” Linnea said as if that was the best idea she had ever heard. “I don’t know what I did before you both started fucking me.”

We both laughed, and it felt good to laugh while we played. I couldn’t remember if we had done that much with Savannah.

“I’m going to make you come one more time, sweet girl,” he coaxed her even though she groaned when he palmed her pussy around his driving cock. “I know you’re so swollen and achy, but I think you can handle one more for us, can’t you?”

“If you want me to, Sir,” she breathed, and I watched Adam’s jaw tick as he fought to hold back from the lust that one word unleashed in him.

“She’s such a lovely slut for us, isn’t she, Sebastian?” he drawled, smoothing his hands down her flanks as if she were a prize-winning horse. “Can you believe she’s ours?”

Ours.

The word seared through me.

I wanted it to be true so much, it made my teeth ache.

We were lovers, yes, and friends, but someday soon, they would bemarried.

And I would be the odd man out again.

As if sensing my turn of mood, Adam studied me for a moment buried to the hilt in Linnea, and then slowly pulled out, hushing her protestations.

“I have a better idea,” Adam said slowly as he moved behind, discarding the used condom and rolling on another. He coated his shaft with lube, the slick sound familiar and sexy. “Linnea, crawl between Sebastian and the couch. Let him bury his desperately hard cock inside you.”

She scrambled to obey, her long limbs uncoordinated for a moment before she managed to slip between me and the couch. I gathered her in my arms, lifting her so she hovered over my cock, her cum-slick thighs trembling. I looked over at Adam for permission and loved his rapt expression as he watched us.

“Go on, fuck her,” he commanded, fisting his own cock as he sat back on his heels and watched us.

The feel of Linnea as she slid over my cock was pure heaven, a hot, wet, sucking glide. She was so swollen she seemedimpossibly tight, and she spasmed around me as I hit the end of her.

“Fuck,” we breathed at the same time.

“Can we move?” Linnea asked, her voice high with need as she struggled to hold still on top of me. Her hands made up for her hips’ stillness, tunneling through my hair to hold me close.

“Not yet.”

I almost choked on my groan when Adam slipped behind me and notched himself at my entrance. He grabbed me by the hip and slid his other arm around my waist to trail his fingers around my wet cock inside Linnea’s pussy.

“Hold still, Sebastian, while Linnea and I fuck you,” he told me, the first signs of his control cracking in his rough voice.

A second later, he was inside me, so big he stole my breath.

“Cazzo,” I cursed as my body shuddered with an overload of sensation, and I struggled to find an anchor before I spiralled off into oblivion.

“Be good for us,” he coaxed, currying my side the way you’d soothe a spooked horse. “Open up for me so I can use your sweet, tight little arse.”

I sucked in a deep breath and forced myself to sink into it, him inside me and her around me.

Only then did they move, a gyration of hips, a short glide as they acclimatized me to being pulled apart, atom by atom, with teeth-aching desire.

The dual sensations of having my ass and cock stimulated made electric shocks pulse through my body, each shift of Adam’s and Linnea’s bodies like a lightning strike to my nerves.

Italian curses leaked from my mouth, spilling between us as my lovers used me, fucking back and forth, up and down, harder and harder.

“You aren’t allowed to come until we do,” Adam told me flippantly, but the hand wet with Linnea’s juices traced my absup to my nipples and twisted one between his fingers. “But we’re going to make you break that rule, aren’t we, sweet girl?”

“Oh yes,” Linnea agreed, smiling wickedly at me as she rolled her hips up and down my painfully hard cock, as sinuous as the waves rolling into the shore.