Page 43 of The Sun & Her Burn (Impossible Universe Trilogy #2)

I groaned as he held me still, totally in control of the depth and pace of the kiss.

At first, he ravaged, rubbing his tongue along mine, sucking and biting just shy of painfully at my lips.

Then, when every inch of my mouth was sensitized to him, he teased me.

Feathering flicks and licks, tempting nips and hot breath.

“Adam,” I said, and it was the first word I had spoken since we entered the office.

A benediction, a plea for the man who controlled me like the moon with the tides.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Adam growled against my mouth as he pressed his entire body against mine. I could feel the heat of him scorch me through to the bones and the hard length of his cock sliding along the length of mine.

I shuddered so violently that I bit my own lip.

Adam licked up the drop of blood that formed and hummed with pleasure before he stepped back.

I was left breathless and aching against the desk, my hands still fixed to the tabletop, my shirt around my wrists. My cock was trapped painfully beneath my zipper, but I didn’t dare adjust myself.

“That may have been the most beautiful sight I’ve ever been lucky enough to witness,” Linnea said in a throaty voice.

A heavy flush spilled from her cheeks down her neck and chest, breasts heaving as she breathed heavily, nipples hard beneath the thin lace.

The sight of her, and the praise, was like gasoline on the already raging inferno in my belly. Whatever shame I might have wrongly felt went up in ashes, and I felt only proud that they both found me so tempting.

I twitched as I fought to keep from going to them.

“He does look bloody gorgeous, doesn’t he?”

Adam’s words built the fire higher.

“He looks seconds away from coming in his trousers,” he continued blandly, reaching forward to grip my erection through the fabric, giving it a rough fondle that was just shy of too much.

The moan ripped out of my throat, and my hips chased his hand when he pulled away.

“Sebastian,” he said firmly. “Are you ready to play my game?”

“ Si, per favore ,” I said in Italian before realizing it was the wrong language. “Yes, please.”

He nodded curtly, then turned his attention to Linnea, rubbing a thumb over his bottom lip as he studied her. She held still for him, but the flush on her chest deepened.

Something was inherently erotic about being under Adam’s powerful scrutiny. The wicked intelligence in his eye spoke of all the ways he could take someone apart.

“Did you mean what you told me at the beach the other day?” he asked, finally stepping up to cup the side of her neck and press into the pulse point that was visibly fluttering. “How you like to get on your knees and be used until you are wet and open and aching?”

Linnea’s eyes dropped until they were almost closed, but she breathed, “Yes…sir.”

“Oh, good girl,” he praised emphatically, dipping close to brush his mouth against hers. “I think you are going to like the kind of games Sebastian and I play.”

“I do, too,” she said eagerly.

If I had been less aroused, I might have been ridiculously charmed and a little smug about that enthusiasm.

“Then be a good girl for us and get on your knees,” he coaxed, taking the tumbler from her and then pulling her forward by the grip on her neck until she occupied the space between my legs.

We locked eyes, her pupils blown wide with arousal as she licked her lips in anticipation of what Adam might have her do to me. I watched as she dropped gracefully, sinuously to her knees, palms softly placed on top of her thighs like a proper submissive.

“Have you done this before?” I asked, the words punched out of me with shock.

Adam’s chuckle was wicked as he stepped up behind Linnea, legs pressed to her spine so that when he pulled her back, her cheek rested against his own erection. Instinctively, she mouthed at it through the fabric.

“Our Linnea knows what she wants,” Adam said, and that cool calm was fractured by a groan as Linnea opened her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked hard through the fabric.

“And what she wants, Seb, is you.” He pulled Linnea off him with a grip in her hair, her head canted back to look at him. “Don’t you, gorgeous?”

“Yes.” The word was like the hiss of steam escaping a boiling kettle.

“Then have him,” he suggested, using his hand in her hair to direct her forward until her cheek was now against my cock. “Put on a show for me and I might let you both come before we leave here tonight.”

With Adam’s hands in her hair, Linnea took her lower lip between her teeth, looked up at me through her lashes, and started to undo my belt and trousers. She took her time, making it almost methodical.

Why was it blisteringly sexy?

I could tell how much the teasing was turning her on because she was panting, but even when I pushed my hips forward, she avoided touching my dick.

The little minx.

Eyes sparkling, she looked up at me as she tugged the zipper down with her teeth.

I sucked air in through my teeth.

I had been on edge for what felt like hours now, and I worried the first brush of her pouty mouth against my bare skin would ruin me.

So I held my breath and gripped the desktop until my knuckles ached as she finally pulled me out through the gap in my boxer briefs, her touch delicate around my shaft.

“Look at how wet he is,” Adam noted darkly.

And I was.

Precum had soaked through the cotton and drooled obscenely from the head of my flushed, slicked cock.

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.

Adam’s laughter was a harsh bark. “This isn’t about me. You focus on using Linnea’s gorgeous mouth and not coming until I tell you.”

Linnea pulled off on a cry as Adam did something with those fingers I knew were dexterous and wonderful.

Her eyes were wet and running from the way she’d already sucked my cock, mascara pooling beneath her lids, making her purpled eyes smoky.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I told her, giving in to temptation to reach down and hold her cheek as I slowly pushed back into her mouth. “Especially when you are filled with my dick.”

She groaned her agreement and closed her eyes as if savoring the weight of me on her tongue.

I hunched forward just slightly, and the glass tipped, cold liquid splashing over the lid onto my abs and racing down my thighs.

“Clean up his spill,” Adam told Linnea, who immediately licked up the excess, sucking my balls into her cooled mouth, too.

I dug my fingers into the edge of the desk to ground myself and closed my eyes to focus.

The glass was moved from my belly, prompting me to open my eyes to watch as Adam fed a sip to Linnea, who immediately took my cock back in her mouth.

I hissed in preparation for the sting of booze on such sensitive skin, but it wasn’t alcohol.

My eyes blew wide as something effervescent tickled and cooled my cock.

“ Che cavolo ?” I gasped, hunching over at the mix of sensations, the heat of Linnea’s tongue contrasting with the cold, bubbling liquid.

“Linnea doesn’t drink,” Adam explained with a rakish grin. “She only has sparkling water. Does it feel good?”

“ Merda , yes,” I agreed, throwing my head back as she finally swallowed the liquid, and me, down her throat.

“I thought so,” Adam declared arrogantly. “You’ve both been so good. Sebastian, you can come when you’re ready.”

“Thank God,” I grunted as Linnea picked up her pace, sucking and slurping wetly around my length again and again until I lost sense of all time and space.

Everything, except them.

Adam, my moon, and Linnea, the sun, both at my feet, lavishing me.

Both, for the moment, were entirely focused on me .

The orgasm barrelled through almost painfully, gathering every single atom and then exploding through my core.

My cock kicked viciously in Linnea’s mouth once before she pulled off.

Adam reached forward to cover her hand partially with his, and together, they jacked me off onto her breasts.

I forced myself to keep my eyes open so I could see the stunning sight of them working me like that, ropes of my pearlescent cum painting Linnea until she was covered in me.

Even emptied, my dick twitched valiantly trying to unleash more cum to add to the tapestry.

Linnea leaned forward to suck the last drops off my head and then gave it a tender, closed-mouth kiss.

Then, shocking us both, she held my still hard cock up for Adam, raising her brows until he leaned forward and kissed me too, the abrasion of his stubble making me shiver.

Not done with him, Linnea tugged Adam forward with one spit-wet hand in his shirt and fixed her mouth over his, sharing the remnants of my cum with him.

I watched the flash of their tongues through their parted lips, listened to the grumbling moan from Adam, and seriously wondered if I had died and gone to heaven.

Nothing could beat this , I thought.

I had always wondered if the eroticism and completeness I’d experienced in the bedroom with Savannah and Adam was sacred only to them as people, but this has proved differently.

I was a bisexual man who equally enjoyed sex with both genders. They lit up different parts of my brain and body so that the pleasure felt…whole.

But it was more than that.

Linnea had enjoyed this in a way I couldn’t remember clearly if Savvy ever had.

She had enjoyed us , not just for her, but together.

And I thought, maybe, that was new.

New and addictive.

Only there was no space for me between them, not really.

I couldn’t dance with them at a club, go to dinners with them in the city, or attend award shows and premiers with them. I was the plus two, the addition that didn’t make sense and didn’t fit into the carefully constructed world Hollywood made people subscribe to.

I closed my eyes under the pretense of recovering and wondered if I would ever stop falling for dream that had no basis in reality.