Page 73 of The Sun & Her Burn (Impossible Universe Trilogy #2)

“Fuck,” I roared into Linnea’s inner thigh as Adam swiveled his hips, rubbing the crown of his thick head against my prostate until my mind burst into light and my cock exploded down Linnea’s tight throat.

She hummed as she swallowed everything I had to give her, emptying my balls into that tight, vibrating squeeze.

The orgasm wouldn’t end, every one of my muscles clenching and releasing so hard I couldn’t think or breathe or do anything but come and come.

It was almost horrifying, an existential dread that I would lose myself to the pleasure, every atom combusting into dust. But this was the way I would have chosen to die—one last play with these two, filled with their taste and scent and touch.

And then Adam was fucking me harder, ruthlessly pegging me so that my legs shook and my cock kept spitting dribbles of cum when I thought I had no more to give, and it seemed truly as if this was how it would end.

Tears pushed against my closed lids and leaked down my cheeks, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the blinding heat or the heartbreak that already cracked my soul in two.

“I’m going to fill this gorgeous, tight arse full of cum,” he growled. “And when it starts to leak out of you, Linnea is going to fuck it back inside with her fingers. Maybe she’ll even want to eat me out of this swollen hole.”

Linnea panted through her own orgasm as she licked a weak spurt of cum dribbling down the side of my shaft and rode my tongue, spilling sweet cum into my mouth that I swallowed down like ambrosia.

I could have luxuriated in the peaceful, thoughtless high for the rest of my life, tangled with the two bodies that become, in two short months, my new gravity.

But Adam wasn’t done yet.

“Flip around and get on your knees,” I heard him tell Linnea from my floating subspace.

The exactingness of his tone, that ironclad authority, sent a fission of new tension down my spine.

I cracked open my eyes to see Linnea straddling my face, hovering over my face as she raised her ass to show Adam her swollen, drenched cunt.

I watched as he pushed three fingers into that snug heat almost brutally, wedging them inside her and curling them into her front wall in a way that made her keen like an animal.

“Do you see how greedy she is, Sebastian?” Adam asked me as his fingers squelched in that juicy pussy, the sound lewd and mouth-watering. “She came twice on your tongue, but it’s not enough, is it, Linnea? You need something big and hard stretching out his eager little cunt.”

“Yes,” she said, shivering and bucking her hips back against him.

My mouth hung open as I panted, relishing the front-row show of Adam ruthlessly fingering her. He slipped another finger into her entrance, twisted them deeper, and rubbed a thumb over her cum-slick asshole.

Linnea’s head dropped between her shoulders, and she cried out, the sound almost pained but utterly desperate.

My cock twitched and started, slowly, to fill.

“Do you need to be filled up, sweet thing?” Adam crooned. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” Linnea moaned as I turned my head to lick some of the cum up her thigh where it had leaked nearly down to her knees. “I want to be so full of cock I can’t breathe.”

A shivery sharp inhale and then a long, bone-rattling moan. I could see that Adam’s thumb was inside her hole, lubed only by the copious amounts of her cum turning the place between her thighs wet as an oil slick, his fingers filling her up in both places.

Adam looked down at me, caught the way I had to lick away the drool that pooled to the side of my mouth, and his grin was a terrifying and beautiful expression.

To see him in full Dominant mode, to watch the way his calculated eyes took every inch of us in and computed how best to turn us inside out was a thing of absolute wonder.

“Do you want inside her, Seb? I think you deserve it by being such a good plaything for us just now.”

I had to be careful because he could be mean in this mood. Make me tell him that I wanted nothing more to slide my hardening dick inside Linnea’s sweet holes only to have him fuck her in front of me and forbid me from touching myself.

“Only if you think I deserve it,” I told him. “Sir.”

Arousal rolled over him, blowing his eyes to black, his breath hitching in his lungs as he continued to play Linnea with his fingers like a maestro.

He ignored her cries and juddering hips as if it wasn’t about her pleasure, and I could tell she loved it because her knees were shaking on either side of my head.

“Come, help me take her apart,” he said.

My hands were about her hips, yanking her back down onto my tongue before the last work was even spoken, licking around the stretch of Adam’s fingers inside her.

When he drew them away from her pussy to focus on her ass, I didn’t need his instruction to fold my own fingers inside her, one, then two, then three, then four until she gasped and came suddenly on a cry like her own pleasure scared her.

Above me, Adam worked open her ass.

“Hush now,” he told her, petting her hip as if soothing a horse as she cried out mindlessly through his climax.

“Sebastian and I are going to fill you up. I know you’re desperate for it but hold still while we fuck you open with our fingers first. We’re both big for these little holes, and it’s going to be hard for you to take us to the root, but you will just to please us, won’t you? ”

“Yes, Sir,” she panted, humping shamelessly back against. “Please, please, please.”

“It’s time for us to claim you as ours,” Adam continued darkly as he pushed another finger inside her, three in her ass and four in her cunt.

We moved our wrists in tandem, fucking in one hole and out the other.

“Ours for today, tomorrow, and the rest of time. Our sweet, eager little slut. If all it takes is our fingers to make you come this hard, what will you do impaled on both our cocks?”

My dick was so hard, it ached again, spitting cum like drool into my belly button. Adam reached down with his free hand to circle his fingers around the base and squeezed almost painfully.

“Sebastian is rock hard at the thought of fucking this swollen, open pussy. Do you want to put him out of his misery?” he asked her.

She seemed beyond words now, just a shivering, quaking mess of wet flesh and a racing heart.

Adam laughed darkly as she made a sound of approval in her throat and roughly pulled out of her ass. She made a disconsolate sound that he ignored as he tugged her hips down, releasing my fingers from her sucking heat.

He kept hold of my cock with one too tight fist and held Linnea up over it with one strong hand, lining us up and rubbing me back and forth through her swollen folds.

Back and forth like a hypnotist with a pendulum, lulling us both into an aching kind of surrender to a friction that wasn’t nearly enough.

We both knew not to beg.

“My lovely toys,” Adam murmured as he played us against each other, his voice finally rough and raw with lust.

And we were.

His to play with, to use, to fuck open however he saw fit.

How had I ever believed I could live without this?

How could I go on knowing I would never have this again?

Adam forced the impending doom from my thoughts by suddenly impaling Linnea on my cock.

My hips jerked, driving even deeper into her pussy, which was so swollen that only the second thrust took me to the hilt.

Linnea cried out, her hands flying to my chest where her nails cut perfect half-moons into my pecs.

The sparks of pain turned to fire as they trailed to my groin.

Before either of us could adjust to the sensation, Adam was bending Linnea in half over top of me, pressing her head down by a hand around her neck so he could climb between my thighs and unceremoniously press the tip of his wide shaft into her ass.

I could feel the movement of him driving ruthlessly deeper, inch by inch, filling her so full that there was no room for me to move.

Linnea’s face beside mine was flushed crimson and slicked with sweat, her blond hair damp with it, lips puffy from biting them to hold in her moans, from sucking my cock.

She was gorgeous.

Perfect.

As given over to the pleasure and experience as I was, as Adam was.

There was no coaxing her out of her shell to enjoy this hedonism with us.

She was born to take us inside her, to make us wild enough with lust that we lost touch with our humanity and fucked her like dogs in heat.

That she so obviously loved it, crying out in euphoria as Adam worked his impossibly big cock into her ass alongside mine in her pussy, proved what I had already known.

She was perfect for us.

Honest and gorgeous and voracious for pleasure in a way that meant I knew we would never get tired of this. We could fuck in this iteration and any other permutation for the rest of our lives, and it wouldn’t be enough.

This intimacy, this feeling of being wholly connected to another person, mind, body and soul.

I pressed my mouth to hers and tasted her tongue as her cries fell onto it.

“Good girl.” I praised her as my hands gripped her hips, linking with Adam’s on one side as he held tight. “Let Adam open your tight ass.”

“He’s s-so fucking massive,” she whimpered, trying to press away from the intrusion on instinct.

We held her still to take it.

“ Brava ragazza ,” I praised. “Good girl taking us both. Don’t you want us to be balls deep in you? Don’t you want us to fill you up with cum?”

Her moan rattled through her chest, and she found the will to seal her mouth fully over mine, lashing me with her eager tongue.

I took that as a yes .

“Fuck her with me, Sebastian,” Adam ground out as he fucked the last inch of his dick inside her and ground against her ass.

The feel of his through the thin wall separating us made me dizzy, but as we both pulled out to the tip, dragging slowly through her clutching heat, I found I couldn’t breathe.

“Let’s take her apart,” Adam instructed.

And we did.

Back and forth, ebb and flow, drive and pull.

Nothing existed but this timeless act, the instinctive drive to fuck my lovers until my sense of self dissolved in the flames of our passion and I was reborn as something other.

Something that was wholly theirs.

The stars seemed to glow above us, pinwheels of bright in the dark sky, the moon a witness to the sacred way we took each other apart.

Linnea came, and we didn’t stop for even a second.

When she came again, Adam pressed her deeper into my torso so our sweat-slick skin slid together and he could reach our mouths. He kissed her and then kissed me, her on the in stroke, me on the outstroke.

This is it , I thought as Linnea’s sixth orgasm tore through her and Adam ate the cry from her lips, this is why I’m alive .

“Come for me,” Adam told me as he broke from Linnea, feeling my hips stutter in our rhythm. “Come for her. I want us to brand her from the inside out with our cum.”

That was all it took.

One last thrust and I was breaking apart, melding with her, with him, until I felt I could hear their individual heartbeats, their names sweet as honey in my mouth as I shouted through the climax.

When Adam came moments later, he pulled out of her ass to do it, holding Linnea down on top of me, pinning me in the process so that he could jack off onto the place my cock still spilled seed into her pussy.

The splash of his hot cum against my balls and the nearly swollen, closed clutch of her cunt made Linnea and me both climax a little harder.

I held her close as she shivered in the come down, peppering her face with kisses because her breath was ragged and I knew how hard it was to get back into your own skin after subspace took her spiraling to the heavens.

Adam’s big, rough hand gently massaged his cum into her pussy, working it up inside her along my softening cock, over my balls and taint before he collected the semen he’d earlier pumped into my ass that had leaked out and fucked it softly back inside me.

“Wow,” Linnea breathed when Adam finally stopped his smug playing and rolled to the blanket beside me, taking her by the hip to land her carefully between our bodies. It was only then I realized she was crying, soundless tears dripping down her beautiful cheeks.

I cupped one, rubbing my thumb through the salty trails. “Are you okay, trottolina amore ? Was it too much?”

She shook her head fiercely, and her eyes, when they pierced mine, were bright with tears and bone-deep contentment. “It was perfect.”

“Yes,” Adam agreed on a long sigh, holding her from behind and reaching up above her head for my hand.

The moment I gave it to mine, he twined our fingers.

“Paradise, I think, isn’t so much a place as it is a person.

” There was a smile in his voice as he added, “Two people who redefine my universe. Nothing feels so impossible with you.”

“I love you both,” Linnea said softly as if her throat couldn’t bear the weight of the words. “So much, it scares me.”

“It scares me, too,” Adam admitted, raising on an elbow so I could finally see his beloved face. ““I could end entire galaxies with what I feel for you.”

“There’s no need for that,” I murmured in a threadbare voice as reality rushed back in and I remembered this was the last time I would hold them like this, love them like this.

Just as we began, we were already ended.

The tragedy of it threatened to eat me alive.

“I just want you to love me enough to create one universe. That impossible universe where we can be together.”

It was cruel to say so when I knew that future was already dead in the water, but my words lit those two pairs of eyes, one verdant green and the other colour of purpled twilight, with so much love I could feel it on my skin like sunlight.

Linnea drew her fingernail across the skin over my heart, biting deep enough for me to hiss. I didn’t object, though, watching her concentration as she drew one circle through another and then another, all three overlapping almost like a bastardized Venn diagram.

“The three of us,” she told me, pressing her palm to the small heart, her gaze hot on my face, tears cooling on her cheeks that made me realize I had tears on mine, too.

“One day,” Adam vowed, leaning over Linnea to press his own hand over hers on my heart, his expression reverent and solemn as if taking vows before a congregation. “One day.”

And only I knew that day would never come.