Page 59 of The Sun & Her Burn (Impossible Universe Trilogy #2)

“You thought of this,” Sebastian repeated, almost triumphantly, and when I looked up at him he looked every inch the conquering warrior, strong legs braced, thick cock curving like a flag as he pulled it from her mouth. “You fantasized about us.”

“All the damn time,” I admitted. “You haunt me. Both of me.”

“Not anymore,” Linnea corrected. “Touch me, we’re real and here in the flesh for you to use.”

I was used to Sebastian’s filthy mouth, but that Linnea had one as well as almost too much bear. So I was grateful when Seb pushed his dick between her lips, occupying her so that I could focus on her pretty pussy in my lap. Her slick ran down my hand to my wrists, her hips gyrating desperately.

I couldn’t wait to be inside her, so I didn’t.

Her entrance kissed the head of my cock, so tight I hissed. It would be work to open her up around my shaft, but I thought our girl would like the stretch and burn, so I cupped my hands around her shoulders and pulled her inexorably down, down, down my length.

She groaned, eyes squeezed shut, mouth overfull with Sebastian and cunt overfull with me.

“Exquisite,” I told her. “Bloody fucking perfect taking us both like this.”

“Perfect,” Sebastian agreed, his hips twitching with the effort to hold back from roughly fucking in her. “Both of you. I dreamed of this, and it still wasn’t as good as this.”

“It never is,” I agreed as I hit the end of her with a jolt and pulled her off my cock slightly, using her like a sex doll.

She leaned into my hold as if she wanted to be puppeteered, needed me to take her however I saw fit. Her eyes were wide and burning on mine as she sucked Seb off.

“Do it,” she gasped as he pulled out, and she wrapped a hand around his spit-slick base to jack him off while she spoke. “I want you both to let go and fuck me. Don’t worry, I can take it. I want to take it. Every big. Stunning. Sexy. Inch of you both inside me.”

She pressed Seb’s leaking dick to her mouth, painting her lips in his cum before licking it off.

Sebastian and I locked eyes, sparks leaping between us as we silently agreed to take her apart.

“Brace yourself, sweetheart,” I told her in a low voice that rumbled out of my chest. “And remember you asked for this.”

She closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and opened her mouth wider for Seb’s cock on her tongue. He pushed into her with a low, shuddering moan, one hand in her hair and the other diving into mine. The simple connection arrowed pleasure down my spine, where it burst into flames in my groin.

The way she gave herself over to us was one of the most beautiful, vulnerable things I had ever witnessed, and we took full advantage.

The wet glug of her throat around Seb’s shaft and his heavy breaths peppered with Italian curses were the only sounds as we fucked her from either end.

The depravity of the moment, fucking each other without restraint, using her sweet, snug cunt for the first time, watching her breasts sway in my face, seeing Sebastian’s face screwed up with the pleasure of her talented mouth was too much.

I was done.

Done with the chains binding me to my own self-hatred and regrets.

Done with castigating myself for needing this, a man and woman, this man and this woman , carnally and elementally.

It was what I was made for, sex like this, where three bodies merged into one and pleasure was the only ultimatum.

This place Sebastian and Linnea made safe and free for me to just be me .

Exactly who I was, sinful and depraved and woefully in need of loving.

And here they were loving me.

Forcing me to take their tenderness and carnality and loyalty even though I had tried so desperately to force them away.

Here they were asking me to love them because all they wanted to do was love me in return.

It was no longer a question of whether I was brave enough to let this happen.

It had happened.

Courage or no courage, I had fallen into the dark abyss, and inside of finding death at the rocky bottom, I had found only acceptance in their open, eager arms.

They knew me, the good, the bad, and the terribly, and they still wanted me.

Seemed to need me even.

And at my core, I was a man who longed to be needed.

My heart beat so hard inside my chest, it threatened to split me open as I fucked into Linnea and then, greedy for more connection, pulled Seb out of her mouth to slide him into my own.

Undeterred, Linnea leaned closer to lick around his shaft as it disappeared between my lips, and then, when I pulled him to the end of my tongue, we kissed around his head, tongue lapping over each other and over him.

A bone-rattling groan overtook Sebastian.

“When you come,” I told him, cupping Linnea’s cheek as I fed his shaft into her mouth and then back out again into my own, pausing to taste him before handing him off to her again. “I want you to do it on both our faces.”

“ Madonna santa, ” he cursed. “I would love to see you both covered in my cum.”

“Yes,” Linnea echoed, jacking his shaft as I closed my mouth over his tip. “I can’t wait to see Adam’s handsome face dripping in your seed.”

“Jesus,” Seb and I swore simultaneously as Linnea took him into her throat once more and ground down onto my cock, her pussy milking me expertly.

I reached down to rub a thumb over her clit, and the first touch to the engorged bud sent her over the edge in a sharp orgasm that rolled through her like an electric shock.

She spasmed around my dick so hard I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming, focusing on driving her higher and higher until her eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned madly around Sebastian’s head lodged in her mouth.

I used my other hand to jack his base, my fist tight and pace fast, just on the edge of too much until, on the heels of Linnea’s orgasm, he broke.

He pulled out of her mouth as I pumped him, the first lash of hot cum falling across her open, swollen lips and into her mouth.

Linnea lifted her hand over mine, closing it around my fingers and his shaft to angle the second shot at me.

His taste exploded on my tongue as I opened for it, the salt and musk flavor enough to puncture my control and send me head over arse into my own climax.

My cock kicked inside Linnea’s cunt, flooding her with so much come I could feel it bubbling out from my shaft as I bucked up into her greedy grip.

Another jerk of his cock and Seb was splashing across Linnea’s cheek and chin, then my lips and chest. I had forgotten just how much he could come, the sheer volume overwhelming as his seed dripped from Linnea’s pretty face and mine.

It felt right. God, so fucking right, to have his cum on my skin and Linnea’s around my shaft as if I had been re-baptized in the sacred art of Domination and submission, of ménage and unrestrained, totally trusting sex.

It wasn’t a lie to say that I felt reborn.

Sitting there with a lap of sweet sunshine and one hand curled around the hairy thigh of a man who had always been my North Star, I knew that no matter what happened, my fate had been sealed.

For as long as life allowed me to keep them, these two were mine.