Page 66 of The Moon & His Tides
I set a punishing pace, hair falling over my sweat-dampened forehead, pulse hammering in my cock, my throat, and my chest. I could see the hummingbird thrum of it in her pale neck as she tossed her head back on a loud moan.
She wore a thin turtleneck that obscured her sweet breasts from view, and I didn’t have the patience to take it off, so…
“Sebastian,” she gasped as I dropped her legs on either side of my hips and used both hands to tear the bottom of the shirt, rending it all the way up to her sternum, then tossing the ruined ends up to reveal those braless tits. Pink-tipped and small, each a handful that was so fucking pretty I wanted to ruin them with bruises and cum.
“Six. Hundred. Pounds,” she panted on each thrust, but it wasn’t a complaint.
The sound of her wet pussy leaking all over my dick was the loudest noise in the room.
“You wanna come for me, don’t you?” I taunted, twisting her nipples the way I knew she loved. “You want to forget everything else in your head but the feel of my cock getting you off and the sound of my name as you scream for more.”
“Sebastian!” she called out, face screwed up in a near grimace as her climax tore through her.
I gathered her shaking legs in one hand and drove harder inside her clutching heat so she spiralled higher and higher. She didn’t realize it, I knew, but she chanted my name like a hymn.
Like she was moved to divine madness by the feelings moving through her.
Feelings I’d given her.
I tossed my sweaty hair out of my face as I chased my own orgasm and noticed movement outside the window.
Adam stood on the stone path to the cottage amid the flowers and greenery in a bespoke suit he’d worn to a business meeting.
He looked like he’d been standing there for a while. Gaze glazed and fixed on his wife being fucked hard by the chauffeur.
“Your husband’s watching you be my good slut,” I told Savvy, trailing my palm from between her breasts to the top of her groin, thumb stroking light and quick over her swollen clit. “He’s staring at us through the window.”
She gave a keening cry, animalistic the way she’d wanted it all along. “My God.”
“No, justmeand your husband,” I corrected, grinding into her as deeply as I could, pressing hard on her clit so she made that fucking gorgeous sound again. “Owning you together.”
The next climax took her by surprise, wrenched from her with a guttural scream, hands smashing against the window frame like she wanted to be sure Adam knew I was making her come this way.
I lifted my gaze from the gorgeous woman stretched out before me, clenching on my cock like a wet vise, and found Adam palming the huge outline of his rigid dick.
The sight of the two of them enraptured by me tore through all my remaining restraints, and I came with a bestial shout that I knew Adam would hear through the walls. I poured myself into Savvy’s greedy pussy, letting her milk me for all I was worth as fireworks and pinwheels of color burst behind my squeezed-shut lids. The pleasure was so intense I felt like my body would never unclench, locked forever in this intensity of feeling spurred by the gravitational pull of both my lovers.
Finally, I slumped forward over Savannah, kissing the side of her face before resting my nose in the hollow of her throat to drag in deep breaths of that freesia scent. After a moment’s hesitation, she locked her heels behind my back and twined her arms around my neck, one hand delving into the short hairs on the back of my head.
“You make me feel…” She let out a little sigh. “You make me feel like everything I’ve ever wanted to be.”
“Smart, successful, sexy as hell?”
Her short chuckle was hollow.
“I wish I was the kind of woman who deserved you,” she whispered into my ear.
I frowned, pulling away slightly to question what she could possibly mean by that when someone cleared their throat in the doorway.
We both looked to the left to see Adam leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed and eyebrow cocked. He looked absurdly posh for the little cottage, and for a moment, I thought he wasn’t real, just a mirage I’d conjured from one of his movies.
“Well, that was quite a performance,” he drawled, adjusting the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “If you’re quite done, though, I came home with the intention to take youbothout tonight.”
“Oh?” Savannah asked with polite mildness as if we weren’t naked and caught in a cinch on the kitchen table.
One of the house rules was not to fool around seriously when one of the Meyerses wasn’t in attendance, and while technically Adam had arrived to play voyeur at the end, it hadn’t been intentional.
But he didn’t seem angry.
