Page 44 of The Sun & Her Burn (Impossible Universe Trilogy #2)

LINNEA

“ W e aren’t finished here.” Adam’s voice was a collar around my throat, the leash in his firm hand along with one that tied me to Sebastian.

It was utterly erotic, putting myself in his hands, watching the way he wrote the script for our play. I had known being with them would be incendiary, but I couldn’t have prepared for the heat of its reality.

Sucking off Sebastian while Adam conducted us was officially the hottest thing I had ever done.

And it wasn’t over yet.

It had been a risk to lure them into Sinclair’s office and hide from Seb. To send the text message to Adam.

Linnea: Sebastian think he is alone and waiting for you in the office. Now is the time to take what you want if you’re brave enough. Show me, Adam. I’m curious.

Yet it had paid off so beautifully.

Seeing them together, the tension, the joy that transcended the corporeal and shone from their souls as they finally came together again. It felt profound to witness it. Old love and battle scars soothed by lust and a new, burgeoning friendship.

Knowing I had helped to facilitate that was a reward.

“I think Linnea deserves a reward for her efforts,” Adam declared, and I almost laughed with how the words were along the lines of my thoughts but perverted.

Sebastian stared down at us with hungry eyes even though he should have been satiated by the brutal orgasm that had left my breasts dripping in his cum.

“Help me clean her up,” Adam said, the word low and smooth as whiskey and just as heady.

Sebastian dropped to his knees immediately, hauling me almost into his lap as he started to lick his cum from my skin. I shivered at the intimacy of it, clutching his hair in one hand to hold him tight as laved my sensitive nipples.

“Don’t be greedy,” Adam admonished, coming closer and sitting on his own heels beside Sebastian before maneuvering me easily to straddle each of their thighs, sitting me between them. “You know I love the taste of you.”

We both watched as Adam traced a path of seed up the inner curve of my breast and then clasped Seb around the side of the neck to pull him close for a kiss. They shared the cum as I had with Adam. One dark, the other light, both tall, well-built man eating ravenously from each other’s mouths.

Nothing had ever been so scintillating.

I pouted when they finally broke apart. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Sebastian laughed, a happy, almost dopey grin on his face, but Adam only shook his head at me in mock indulgence before bending to suck at my nipple.

“Ah,” I gasped as Sebastian bent to the other to do the same.

Their heads were at my breasts, clever tongues working was almost enough to take the pulsing beat between my legs over the edge. I had always had sensitive nipples, but the keenness of this pleasure shocked me.

Then again, most women would orgasm having Sebastian Lombardi and Adam Meyers play with their breasts so reverently.

But it wasn’t about that.

Their celebrity, their personas, or their pasts.

We were just three people connecting in the most primal way, and I didn’t let any thoughts encroach beyond that because there was too much acting against us.

For now, we could be this new, strange, and beautiful us .

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.

“Couldn’t you tell?”

“Communication and consent are important with this kind of play, Linnea. I won’t assume you like something unless you tell us.” I liked his sincerity and seriousness. That “play” was structured with consent and rules so that no one would get hurt.

At least physically.

Emotionally was yet to be determined.

I bit my lip and looked between them, noting that Adam had tensed beneath me as if he realized the implication of his words.

“Does this mean we’ll do this again?” I asked.

The mood crashed down over our heads. In seconds, the warm intimacy had transformed into an almost hostile tension.

“You know I cannot afford to do anything stupid,” Adam said carefully, not looking at either of us.

“Stupid,” Sebastian repeated quietly.

I felt his hurt and my own.

“This wasn’t stupid,” I countered, holding his hand where it lay on my chest. “It felt…” I sucked in a breath. “It felt almost necessary.”

“You know it’s stupid,” Adam argued, carefully slipping out from under me so he could stand and pace. “Anyone out there could have taken photos of us dancing like that and given credence to Oscar’s campaign against me.”

“Is it really so bad if it comes out that you’re bisexual?” I tentatively asked.

Until now, I hadn’t felt he would talk with me honestly about it.

His laugh was bitter. “Do you know Liam James?”

I frowned. “No?”

“No,” he agreed with a curt nod. “He was a talented young actor who starred in Young Bucks and had a handful of huge projects lined up. The paps caught him in a back alley with one of his childhood buddies. A man. The studio dropped him the next day.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Adam was on a roll. “Rupert Everett has openly discussed how coming out impacted his career in Hollywood. He stopped getting juicy roles and leading characters.”

“Wasn’t that in the ’90s?” I asked. “Times are—”

“Don’t say times are different,” he snapped.

“People in the LGBTQIA+ community are three times as likely to commit suicide.” His voice cracked, and his hands clenched so tightly they went white.

“Mississippi passed a law in 2016 that made it legal for businesses, doctors, and government officials to deny service to LGBTQIA+ people. Almost one in four experience online bullying. The annual report the FBI releases shows that hate crimes against us are still at record-breaking high numbers. I know someone who killed themselves because they felt they could not belong just because they were queer. You want to tell me things are different? Yes, sure, they get better all the time, but is better ever going to be enough?”

He was breathing so heavily, I wondered if he was on the edge of a panic attack. I’d never had one before, but one of my uncles was a war veteran, and I’d been there for a few of his episodes.

“I’m on your side, Adam,” I said softly, rolling to a seated position so I could face him with all of my earnestness. “I know it’s hard, and it’s unfair that you have to think of how your sexuality might impact your career. But how is your career impacting your mental health? Your happiness?”

“God, you’re naive,” he bit out, but he looked like a cornered animal.

There was a knock on the door. It exploded through the room like a grenade.

Adam, already spooked, immediately put himself to rights.

Sebastian and I stood to adjust our own clothing more slowly, and by the time we were passably presentable, Adam was already striding toward the door.

I couldn’t find my torn underwear, but I caught a flash of white lace in Adam’s back pocket and felt a flare of hope that he’d taken them out of some kind of sentimentality.

He opened the door briskly, nodded at Giselle, who stood there with Sinclair, and then brushed past them as he left.

Giselle winced as she looked after him and then over to us.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to disturb, but Sin and I have to get home to relieve the babysitter, and I wanted to say goodbye…I should have texted.”

“Nonsense,” Sebastian said with a wide grin, that movie-star smile that charmed everyone who saw it.

I knew him well enough now to notice how it didn’t touch his eyes.

He strode forward to take Giselle by the shoulders and push a kiss into her head instead of exchanging the normal cheek kisses, probably hyperaware of the fact that his face smelled like me.

“Thank you for a lovely evening,” he told her, tucking her into his side as he reached out to shake Sinclair’s hand.

“I’m sorry if it’s ended badly,” Giselle ventured with a curious glance at me.

“Not at all,” Sebastian insisted with another blindingly bright grin. “Come, I’ll walk out with you.” He hesitated, looking over at me with a crack in his mask that spoke of yearning and frustration. “Linnea, do you need me to call you a ride home?”

“No,” I said a little woodenly. “I’ll get Rozhin to pick me up, she should just be finishing up work right now.”

He pursed his lips but nodded and, after waiting for me to thank his sister and her husband, he escorted them out, leaving me more alone than I had felt in a very long time.