Page 57 of The Moon & His Tides
Dinner was a resounding success.
They both ate everything on their plates, even Savannah, who was always on some kind of diet, and we finished two bottles of Italian red, the second one fetched by Adam himself from the cellar. We laughed, especially when they both told me stories about Andrea, whom they’d been close with since Adam worked with him on one of his very first films.
Savannah admitted she’d thought about becoming an agent but that she enjoyed managing Adam’s career and hopefully, soon, my own. I thought she would make a shark of an agent, but when I told her that, she only smiled into space at something I couldn’t see.
Adam admitted that he’d needed a night to relax after the read-through. It had gone well, but he was playing a sociopathic kingpin, and it took his mind to dark places.
Even though they were both loathe to talk about their pasts, I tricked Adam into telling me about his childhood a bit by inquiring about his relationship with the princes of England, Arthur and Alasdair. Savannah admitted her favourite moviewasSteel Magnoliasbecause she’d watched it with her mum dozens of times while on her deathbed.
When I told them I’d like time off to visit Mama and Elena in Naples for Mama’s birthday, they both pouted slightly, which I took as a win, and then graciously gave me two weeks of holiday.
The atmosphere between us all was warm and languid, safe. No one could see through the gates and walls of the home into this kitchen and the intimacy within. Adam forgot to be wary of me or what he might feel, and he started to touch me again. Those little brushes of his fingers against my wrists or squeezes around my neck or thigh made my skin tingle and spark. Savannah laughed so hard, tears pooled in her lower lids and ruined her makeup, but she didn’t get up to fix it.
By the time I pulled the grappa out, we were all tipsy and smiling. Adam took the bottle from me and poured out the glasses, but before he handed them to us, he paused with a long, slow curve of his lips.
“Have you prepared dessert, Sebastian?”
“No, it’s not really my specialty,” I admitted. “There’s some fruit in the fridge.”
“Excellent,” he said in that low, velvety tone I was now conditioned to find arousing. “Fetch some berries and meet us upstairs.”
I looked at Savannah, but she was already pushing her chair back and unbuttoning the pearls on her silk blouse as she padded barefoot out of the kitchen. I watched as the silk fluttered like a dove in the air and floated to the ground behind her.
“Madonna santa, she’s a goddess,” I muttered.
Adam hummed his agreement, but when I looked at him, he was staring at me with the intensity of a predator. I got out of my chair, backing into the kitchen away from him on instinct and because I was beginning to love this game we played. Hestalked me into the kitchen and shoved me into the side of the fridge with a hand splayed flat against my sternum. Eyes locked on mine, he slid it up to my throat and squeezed lightly.
“I hope you’re ready for a long night of debauchery, Sebastian,” he murmured as he drew his nose along the line of my jaw, pausing to smell the place I sprayed my cologne behind my ear as though the scent was drugging. “We’re going to use Savannah until she’s boneless.”
“Yes,” I hissed, tipping my head back to give him better access to my throat.
He bit into the junction of my neck and shoulder in a way that shot pleasure straight to my already hard cock.
“Tonight, we’ll both fuck her tight arse, but soon, Sebastian, I’m going to fuck yours,” he promised darkly into my ear, hot breath making me shiver. Hot words making the bottom drop out of my stomach. I was both aroused and terrified. “I’m going to spend an hour sucking your dick and fucking you with my fingers, opening you up nice and slow because I have a thick cock, and it’s going to stretch you so fucking well even with all that prep. I’ll have Savannah sit on your face to muffle your groans as I work myself to the hilt inside you. I want you drowning in her cum as I fuck you, harder and faster until you’re practically sobbing into her pussy and you’re begging me to touch your dick.”
I was panting, knees numb, held upright against the fridge only by Adam’s hand at my throat and his thigh pressing a little too hard into my erection and thigh. Just when I thought he’d finished teasing me, he leaned into my mouth, licking my bottom lip.
“I’ll come inside your gorgeous arse,” he warned. “Just to have the pleasure of knowing my cum is deep inside you where none has ever been before. Just to watch it leak out of your abused hole when I’m done with you. Only then will I take yourcock to the back of my throat and let you blow like a broken hydrant.”
“Jesus Christ,” I swore in English, reaching between us to pinch my cock so I wouldn’t come like a boy in my trousers. “Your mouth should come with a warning label.”
“This is the warning,” he quipped, squeezing my cock alongside my hand before he stepped back, grabbed the grappa, and sauntered casually out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
I leaned against the fridge, panting and aroused beyond belief, for a good long time while I caught my breath and convinced myself I wasn’t seconds away from orgasming. Only then did I reach into the fridge, grab the covered fruit platter, and follow my lovers upstairs.
Savannah wasnaked and splayed out on the stripped bed with two large towels beneath her and a row of sex toys lined up at her feet. Adam stood at the end of the bed wearing only his trousers, opened at the placket to reveal the dense trail of flaxen hair under his belly and the groomed thicket lower down. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and the glimpse of his cock beneath the opened fabric was scintillating. I’d never given him head before, butdio mio, I wanted to drop to my knees then and there and lave him with my tongue.
His mouth curled to one side as though he could read my thoughts, but he shook his head slightly and crooked a finger to beckon me closer.
“How do you like the look of your dessert?” he asked me, gesturing to Savannah’s naked, lithe body laid out for us.
She was slim and small, her curves only small handfuls, but there was an elegance to her beauty that was deeply erotic. Withher halo of short blonde curls and that full pink mouth, she seemed like something fallen from heaven straight into Adam’s den of iniquity.
“Delicious,” I praised.
Eyes closed, probably by Adam’s command, she smiled smugly.
“Even more delicious prepared properly,” Adam corrected, taking the fruit and laying it out on the mattress beside the toys I was close enough to recognize as a medium-sized butt plug, a small vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a cock ring with something attached to the loop that might have been a vibrator.
