Page 58 of The Sun & Her Burn (Impossible Universe Trilogy #2)

He went willingly, unfolding to his full height, eye to eye with me and toe-to-toe. His physique was that of a swimmer, long and lean with the broad shoulders and narrow waist that made my mouth water.

“How can you trust me again after what we’ve been through? I want to be worthy of you, I want your forgiveness, but how can I earn it after all this time?” I asked because I knew he hadn’t forgiven me. Not really.

How could he when I forced him out of my life and didn’t speak to him for ten years after?

Sebastian studied me, his mouth pressed flat, but his eyes, always the windows to his shining soul, were bright.

“You want my forgiveness?” he drawled in an especially fragrant Italian accent. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

I had never been on my knees for another man.

Not in all my years of dalliances or in my training as a Dom at clubs in Britain.

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.

He cursed in Italian, hands tightening almost brutally in my hair.

I didn’t care.

The only thing in the world that existed for me was pleasing that beautiful dick and showing Linnea this side of our world, convincing her we were worth risking everything.

“Come closer and watch,” I pulled off his shaft to tell her, a string of spit connecting my lips to the head.

Linnea’s beautiful face was flush with want, and she crawled to my side without hesitation.

“Put your hand on his throat,” Sebastian suggested darkly. “Feel how deep he can take me.”

She pressed her long fingers around her neck as I slapped Seb’s heavy cock on my tongue and then closed my lips around his veiny shaft, slowly descending to the root so she could feel the indecent swell of it beneath her hand.

“Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” she praised, her hand squeezing just a little to test us both.

Sebastian groaned, and even though I was the one on my knees, it was me who wrested control of the blow job.

I started a steady pace, up and down, mouth sloppy so that spit drilled down his balls and sucking sounds filled the room.

Linnea held my throat through it all, occasionally flexing to take away my breath, to add tension to my throat’s hold on Seb’s already indecently thick cock.

My own dick throbbed in my trousers, and after a few minutes, Linnea seemed to take pity on me.

“Can I play with his cock?” she asked Sebastian, already shifting to palm me through my fly with her free hand. “I want to see it.”

“It’s big,” Sebastian warned. “It might not fit in your little hand.”

She trembled against me, but took his warning as approval and deftly undid my trousers to reach inside and yank out my erection. The sweet relief and the touch of her palm for the first time around my shaft made me groan around Seb in my mouth.

“Jesus,” she murmured as she tested her grip, smoothing it down my shaft, rubbing a thumb on the underside of my head, tracing a vein from root to tip. “Isn’t it enough you’re both gorgeous? You have to be hung as well.”

Sebastian’s laugh ended on a moan as I hummed my endorsement of her touch around the base of his length.

Linnea touched me then as I had never been touched like it before, as if a simple hand job was the apex of sexual pleasure.

She paused only to spit lewdly on her palm, rolling it over my head to collect precum before setting a brutal pace, jacking me with brief forays into playing the slit in my head.

Each time her fingertip slid inside it, my hips jerked and precum boiled out of me, slicking her firm, almost punishing grip for an easier glide.

Sebastian’s dick in my throat and Linnea’s hand on my cock might have been the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me, and I had done a lot.

But it was their conviction that undid me.

They fucked me like nothing else existed but this.

Like using me and giving me pleasure, alternatively, was their sole purpose on this earth, and nothing short of world destruction would pull them away from this moment.

God, I had never had a hope of resisting their dangerous temptation.

“Do you want to fuck him, trottolina mia ?” Sebastian rasped. “Do you want to feel that thick cock fill you up?”

“More than anything,” she said immediately, squeezing my base as if to test the girth she would have inside her.

“Take off your panties and climb into his lap,” Sebastian ordered thickly. “I want to watch you fuck while I use both your mouths.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered almost to herself, shaking as she pulled away from my shaft to shuck her delicate lace thong before practically throwing herself in my lap.

Done with being passive, I clamped one hand over the curve of her hip and traced the other over the hairless creased of her groin down to the place where she was wettest. A groan worked through my throat along with Seb’s dick as my fingers played at her drenched entrance.

Sebastian pulled out and fisted his cock, holding it so he could trace the wet tip over Linnea’s dropped open mouth.

“Do you want to suck him?” I asked her as I pinched and rolled her clit. “You told me you like to be used. Show us how true that is.”

Without hesitation, she closed her full, pink lips around his head, eyes meeting mine as she took him inch by inch down her throat. Her eyes glossed with tears at the effort, cheeks hollowed, throat bulging and breath stoppered up in her lungs.

“Good fucking girl,” I crooned, wrapping my free hand around her throat lightly to feel them the way she had done with me. “You look even more beautiful with him in your mouth than I thought possible.”