Page 99 of The Sun & Her Burn

Linnea hummed as she lifted me and lapped up the precum like a kitten with cream.

“Oh cazzo!” I swore savagely as pleasure burst through me and I thrust forward seeking more.

“Be still.” Adam’s order was like ice water, giving me the control I needed not to thrust into Linnea’s mouth as she slapped my head against her tongue a few times and then slid it seamlessly into the back of her mouth.

I trembled and failed not to hump slightly against her chin to lodge more of myself into that tight, wet heat.

“This won’t do at all,” Adam declared, but there was a smugness there that said he knew I would fail. “Here, Sebastian. Hold this steady or Linnea will be forced to stop her ministrations.”

He reached forward to balance the glass of alcohol Linnea had been drinking on the slope of my clenched belly. The angle was just enough that—if I held very still—it wouldn’t fall. Otherwise, the booze would spill all over me and it would probably sting.

“Can you be good and hold that there for me?” Adam asked and, at that moment, I would have agreed to anything to get him to touch me the way he was, sliding a thumb across the top of my groin and down the crease of my inner thigh.

“Yes,” I declared, even though my gut clenched, dangerously swaying the glass as Linnea’s tongue reached out to touch my balls when I bottomed out in her throat.

“Look at how much she loves to suck your dick, Sebastian,” Adam crooned, crouching behind Linnea so he could reach around and cup her breasts. “Her nipples are so hard they could cut glass. Would you like to see them?”

“Please,” I gasped as Linnea pulled off my shaft with a hard suck and then lapped at the head again, swirling her tongue.

I had known she was a good actress because as soon as she told me she was acting, I had watched everything she had ever been in, even the commercial for nontoxic toothpaste. I hadn’t known, though, just how much she could put on a show.

Her full mouth was painted in my precum, glistening and pink as it opened obscenely around my girth and swallowed me down. Cheek hollowed, eyes watering with effort, she looked up at me as she was filled with my cock, and I thought, quite honestly, I might die then and there. Or that I had already, and this impossible scene was my sinner’s version of heaven.

“Only because you’re being so good holding still for us,” Adam allowed as he pulled down the lace cups of Linnea’s dress so that the gathered fabric propped up her heavy breasts.

Dio mio, I had never been a big chest man until now, seeing Linnea’s breasts, pale and stark against the tan of her body with nipples the pale pink of the inside of a seashell.

My mouth watered.

Adam plucked at her hard nipples and tested the weight of each breast as I longed to while he pressed bites and sucking kisses along Linnea’s neck and shoulder.

Linnea moaned around my cock as she shuttled into her throat before swallowing, once, twice, three times, and pulling off.

“Jesus Christ,” I cursed in English. “I would sell my soul if it meant you never stopped.”

Linnea laughed against my cock as she pumped it with one hand. When she spoke, her voice was roughened from my taking my dick so deep down her throat.

“I think it’s Adam you would have to sell it to,” she teased.

My gaze snapped to Adam, who watched me with burning green eyes.

“I think the price of your soul deserves more than just an exquisite blowjob,” he surmised after a moment. “But why don’t we start with that? Linnea, should we let him come all over your pretty tits?”

“Yes,” Linnea and I groaned at the same time.

“Only when I give permission,” he warned me before addressing Linnea. “Take him as deep and hard as you can, I want to see you both wrecked.”

I had never witnessed a woman who loved to give head as much as Linnea seemed to at that moment. She threw herself into the task, fucking her mouth on my cock and working her throat muscles around the head. Moaning and panting as she licked up the shaft, twisting her hand in the mess of drool she left behind on my shaft.

I was so close to coming, I thought I would die if I didn’t release, but Adam still hadn’t given me permission.

He was too busy, I realized through blurry eyes, tending to Linnea.

Her hips were lifted off her heels now, dress rucked up around her waist, and Adam’s wrists disappeared beneath her. In a moment when Linnea was silent as she rocked my dick back down her throat, I heard the telltale wet slap of a pussy being played with.

“Yes,” Adam told me as he fucked her with his fingers. “She’s absolutely drenched just from taking you in her mouth. And so fucking tight.” A muscle ticked in his jaw as he fought for control.

“You should fuck her while I fuck her mouth,” I suggested, almost babbling because the sight at my feet was too erotic to process.