Page 62 of The Sun & Her Burn (Impossible Universe Trilogy #2)
“Oh yes,” Linnea agreed, smiling wickedly at me as she rolled her hips up and down my painfully hard cock, as sinuous as the waves rolling into the shore.
The visual of her long body in my lap glossed in sweat and bronzed from the sun, her pale breasts swaying in my face as she lifted her arms to hold her hair away from our sweaty limbs was almost too much to bear.
And that was without the heat of Adam at my back, his punishing hands on my body, his filthy voice in my ear.
“You should be fucked like this every day,” he told me in a low, throaty purr. “Every inch of you used for our pleasure and every inch of us for yours. Next time, I want to watch you top Linnea, see what your beautiful brain can think up for her with a bit of silky rope and some nipple clamps.”
“And a blindfold,” I huffed out as he ground himself inside me and Linnea ground herself down on me.
I thought I was coming apart, each particle of my being humming and vibrating.
Was this nuclear fusion?
What would happen when I finally detonated? Would the pieces of me scatter so far and wide I would never recover?
I didn’t care, even as the looming orgasm almost terrified me.
My hands curled into Linnea’s plump ass as I held on for dear life.
“Come for me,” I told her, unable to stand a moment more. “ Vieni per me, trottolina .”
I bent my head to capture one of her nipples in my mouth and gently bit down.
Her shout punched through the air and she slammed herself to the root of my cock, her pussy clenching like a fist around me as she flooded me with cum.
Fuck , I loved that she could squirt.
“ Merda , Adamo, I have to come,” I begged, moisture pooling behind my lids as I struggled not to come, my entire body taut with the strain. “Please, fuck, let me come inside her pussy. She’s milking me.”
Adam shocked me by pulling out, but before I could protest, he was back, pressing his hot cock back inside me, and I realized he had taken off the condom.
“Come inside her while I come inside you,” he bit out, his fingers bruising on my hips as he fucked into me. “Wanna feel you clench around my cock as you stuff her full.”
“ Cazzo !” I ground out as Adam’s fat cock hit my prostate and Linnea’s cunt sucked hard around my aching shaft.
A moment later, I lost myself to pleasure completely.
The world whited out my senses overload, and all I felt was the heat of a climax cleaving me in two.
Vaguely, I was aware of Adam’s own shout as his dick kicked inside me, flooding me with his own cum.
Less distantly, I was aware of burying my face in Linnea’s sweat-dampened breasts as I moaned and twitched as if in death’s throes.
I had never come so intensely in my life.
It took me a while to come back to myself, and when I did, it was because Adam had pulled out to play with his cum as it leaked from my hole.
“Keep it inside you, Sebastian,” he scolded lightly, fucking his seed back into me with his fingers. “Linnea wants to know it’s leaking out of you in a few hours when we walk the red carpet and you win your first Oscar in years.”
“I can’t wait to celebrate your win,” Linnea murmured as she traced her mouth down my neck, licking up a bead of sweat and sucking a lazy kiss over my hammering pulse point.
“I hope I’m in your acceptance speech. ‘And to my brilliant, beautiful Linnea for bringing light into my life.’ Doesn’t that sound good, Adam? ”
“It does,” he agreed easily, and their rapport warmed me almost as much as the orgasm had. “I will accept acknowledgement, too.”
“You will?” I asked, my voice threadbare from shouting through my climax. “Publicly?”
Adam chuckled, a self-satisfied sound that should have been arrogant, but I found wildly endearing.
“You’re such a smart man, Sebastian, so you can imagine my feeling of accomplishment when I am successful in fucking you stupid.
Of course, you can acknowledge me. Not as your lover, but I have always been and will always be your friend. ”
My heart did that thing where it jumped and dropped simultaneously.
Good enough , I scolded myself.
But my greedy, overlarge heart would never stop yearning for more even though it hurt. Being an eternal optimist and romantic was rough.
“ If I win, I’ll consider mentioning you both,” I allowed. “If it means sexual favors in my future.”
Adam’s and Linnea’s laughter twinned together like a gorgeous orchestra, lovelier than any of the classic music Savannah had played so often in the Rolls-Royce.
“Oh, I think we can manage that,” Adam agreed, wrapping his arms around us both in a hug from behind that made my heart soar. “Anything for our marvellously talented screenwriter and award-winning actor.”
“Anything,” Linnea agreed.
And honestly, I thought they meant it, at least in the moment.
In the week since Linnea and I had confronted Adam at Bacchanalia, I had been living a dream. Oh, it wasn’t the impossible universe Adam and I had once spoken of, but it was so close I could find no fault in the ways it wasn’t perfect.
I basically moved into Adam’s Carbon Beach house with Linnea, keeping most of my things in Adam’s closet alongside his own and some of Linnea’s, even though she had her own bedroom and wardrobe across the hall.
The Critics Choice Awards arrived the day after our reckoning, and while I got ready for the event with Adam and then got to see the vision he and Linnea cut together in his midnight blue suit and her violet-blue gown, I was left to take my own limo to the event and then walk the carpet alone.
I was seated at a different table from them, with cast members from Waking Nightmare I should have been happy to spend time with after so long apart. Instead, I found myself sneaking looks across the room at the future Meyers all night.
Linnea made Adam laugh often, which soothed some of the ruffled feathers.
He had told me a long time ago that he never liked award shows.
Their pomp and circumstance were too inauthentic and self-aggrandizing for the upper crust, former military Brit, so he bore them with an inner stoicism and facade of charm that got him through most of his life without issue.
It made me happy to see Linnea charming him out of his shell as easily as she seemed to captivate everyone else at their table, including the infamously irascible older actor, Bob Granger, who, at one point, seemed to be having his palm read by my girl.
“You seem distracted,” my co-star from Waking Nightmare , Winona Kelly, leaned in to murmur to me.
She was shockingly gorgeous, with black hair and pale blue eyes that made her even more striking against her lovely pale skin.
We had slept together once or twice before co-starring together, but she had since married a famous boxer who scowled at me from her other side as she got a little too close.
I shot him an innocent grin.
“Girl trouble?” she continued, waving off her husband as if he weren’t a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound brick wall with a serious glower. “Please don’t tell me it’s Savannah Richardson.”
I barked out a laugh, surprised by her comment. “Is it such an open secret I had feelings for her?”
“Had?” she pressed, thin brows raised. “Good riddance. That woman is as cold as the sunken Titanic .”
I laughed again as I shook my head. “You know, I should introduce you to Linnea Kai, I think you would be fast friends.”
“Oh? The new girl on the block dating Adam Meyers? She’s everywhere in the media right now, poor thing. Did you see the mess with her mother?”
“I was there,” I said, my voice freezing so she would understand I was not about to gossip about it. “Linnea is one of my oldest friends.”
“Interesting. Did you set them up?”
I studied her for a beat too long, so she laughed, opening her hands innocently. “You know I’m not going to do anything with the information, Seb. I’m just being nosy because I’m Welsh. I grew up in a village where everyone knew everyone.”
“I guess Hollywood isn’t that different,” I quipped.
She grinned. “No, it isn’t. In any case, it’s nice to see Adam smile. I’d almost forgotten how handsome he can be when he isn’t frowning.”
I had been happy when we were interrupted by Andrea, who took me to the bar during a commercial break to talk with a few bigwigs about optioning The Dream & The Dreamer .
Hightower Studies and its head, Damien Rivens, were interested but dragging their heels finding space for the film on their roster.
Tate Richardson caught me on the way to the bathroom during another break, cornering me with a knitted brow and a thick finger pointed at my face.
“Seb, my boy, what is this I hear about you shopping a new script around town to everyone but me? I would be hurt if I wasn’t so sure this had to be some kind of mix-up.”
I fought the urge to wince. No matter how complicated my feelings were for his wife, I liked Tate. He was an uncomplicated man who had taken me into his life not just because Savannah had asked him to do so, but because he genuinely seemed to enjoy my company.
“I did give the script to Savannah,” I said carefully. “But I didn’t think it would be a good fit for you.”
“Anything written by you is a good fit for us,” he insisted, clamping a meaty hand on my shoulder. “You’re practically family, Sebastian, come now. I expect you to email me a copy tomorrow before noon. You’ll give us a fair crack at it just like anyone else, I’m sure.”
“We do have interest from a few studios,” I admitted. “It could get expensive.”
In a multiple offer situation, the screenplay would go to auction.
It was a profoundly good thing for a screenwriter, but not so good for me as a person, given that Richardson Productions had deep pockets and the Richardsons themselves were deeply motivated. They did not like to lose, especially when they felt they had a right to win.