Page 16 of The Moon & His Tides
I held her hair away from both sides of her face and ran my nose down hers before I looked into her eyes and said, “Mozzafiato.”
“Too good to be true,” she repeated back the words we’d spoken when we’d first played that night in the car.
My eyes went to Adam, who came up on the seat beside us, his trousers undone and pushed down so that his cock was exposed and framed by his pumping fist. I couldn’t help the near fucking whimper that squeezed from my suddenly tight throat as I took in the sheer length and width of him. He was so big, bigger even than me, that I couldn’t comprehend that massive cock in Savvy’s tiny, clutching cunt.
Adam chuckled that deep, smoky laugh and responded to the wild surprise in my gaze. “She struggles, Sebastian, just like she’s doing now on your nice, thick cock. But that’s half the fun, isn’t it?” He cocked his head, shuffled closer on his knees, and jutted his cock through his fist up at me. “Do you like it?”
I’d never thought about a man like that.
I grew up deep in the heart of machoism territory, a place where homophobia was as glorified as its Lamborghinis and Ferragamo. A place where a man was only a man if he had a wife and at least two other women on the side, probably with a brood by each.
There were many good things about my homeland, but open-mindedness was not one of them.
So, obviously, I’d never thought of a man like that.
But Savvy’s pussy a wet velvet clasp around my cock, her sweet tits bouncing beneath thin silk as she used me to get off, the sight of that thick, swollen cock with its smear of precum at the tip made my mouth water.
All I had to do was lean forward an inch closer to her husband jerking off beside us, and I could taste that cum on my tongue.
Adam spread his legs farther apart and thrust his hips into his tight fist, fucking himself hard. I wondered errantly, shockingly, what it might feel like to have him fuckmethat hard.
“So hungry for it,” Adam rasped out as he stared at the arousal starkly written on my face.
I groaned painfully as he swiped his thumb over that wet pearl at his tip and then raised it in offering for my lips. My gaze cut to his and found his green eyes blazing neon bright.
“Taste it,” he ordered.
And even though I hadn’t obeyed an order from a man in any capacity outside of the theatre since before I could remember, because I couldn’t trust my father or any of the Made Men who invaded my life as a youth, I wanted to obey Adam. In fact, I felt an answering softness at the base of my normally titanium spine that whispered I would submit to most anything he willed me to do.
So it was easy to lean forward, eyes fused to his, to take that cum-coated thumb in my mouth and swirl my tongue hard over the ocean-brine taste of him. We groaned simultaneously, me at the shockingly delicious flavor of him, and he at the sight of me with Savvy bouncing on my cock and me sucking away salaciously at his flesh.
“So bloody hot,” he praised me, pulling his wet thumb out of my mouth and tracing it over my lips before he brought his hand down to cup and squeeze his balls.
He stared at me, not his wife, as he pumped his hips, and he didn’t close his eyes as he muttered, “Going to finish on you.”
Savannah panted in agreement as she ground down hard on my cock, and I knew that she was close to coming all over me.
So, apparently, was her husband. Because thirty seconds later, his drives grew erratic, and he fell forward, one hand searing hot on my shoulder so he could brace himself as he pumped his cum all over my chest.
Savvy gasped loudly, smeared her pebbled nipples in his semen coating my torso, and came hard, sloshing wetly up and down my rock-hard dick.
My orgasm came last, but it was brutal. It ripped my breath from the fabric of my lungs and rattled my spine like a rabid dog, so that I was lunging manically into Savvy’s still clutching pussy and panting hotlythisclose to Adam’s hovering mouth as he stared down at his handiwork drying on my chest.
I closed my eyes and collapsed against the back seat with a low groan of completion that had Savvy laughing lightly in my ear and Adam chuckling.
“Good, isn’t it?” she purred, arching into my hand as I ran it down her damp spine.
“Magnifico,” I murmured because I didn’t have the strength to do anything else.
Adam chuckled again, and I felt the sound in my groin. “We agree. So, Sebastian, we have a bit of a proposition for you.”
My fog of sexual satisfaction parted as anxiety cut through it. “Mm-hmm?”
“Don’t look so frightened,” Savannah said, pressing a hand to my cheek so that I would look into her soft blue eyes. “When I told you I wanted you, I didn’t just mean your gorgeous body. I want to know you.”
My eyes darted over to her husband, who had tucked his softening cock back into his pants. I found myself oddly disappointed by it.
He smiled reassuringly. “As you’re aware, I have a certain degree of notoriety. I’m happily married, but I’m also seriously bisexual. Savannah and I have been looking for someone like you for a long time.”
