Page 96 of The Moon & His Tides
Adam crossed his hands behind his head, arm muscles bulging, abs rippling as they contracted. When I looked up at his reflection in the rearview mirror, he was grinning wolfishly at me, and I knew the show was for my benefit.
Savannah fell on him like a starving woman, licking every inch of his torso before dipping her head to swallow his cock straight down her throat.
“Beautiful,” Adam praised even as he reached up her skirt, gripped her panties, and shimmied them down her hips. “Now, get on the ground between my thighs so Sebastian can see your pretty pussy start to drip down your thighs as you suck me down.”
I swallowed thickly as we stopped at a light, and Savvy swiveled her hips to show me that pink slit, already glistening. Her bobbing head obscured the sight of his cock stretching her lips wide, but I turned down Chopin to hear the lewd sounds of her slurping and sucking on his shaft.
By the time we reached the house, Adam’s hands were clenched tight in Savvy’s hair as he fucked her mouth ruthlessly. A trail of wet had seeped down the inside of her thigh, and as soon as I turned the car off, I used my finger to clean it up and lick it up.
“Delicious,” I praised her as Adam pulled her off his dick with apopof released suction. When she turned to me, her lips were puffy and carnation red.
I leaned forward to taste Adam on her tongue and moaned at the flavor.
“Inside, kids,” Adam ordered, already stuffing his hard length uncomfortably behind his trousers for the short jaunt inside.
Savvy giggled at the effort, but I shut my door on the sound so I could open hers. The giggle cut off with a squeal when Iducked inside and dragged her out into my arms, holding her like a princess.
Her eyes sparkled in the bright silver light of the full moon overhead. “Sebastian, you are a teenage romantic.”
“And proud of it,” I declared, bending down to nip at Savannah’s mouth.
Adam chuckled, a smoky sound that curled around me like vapour, absolutely intoxicating. I followed him across the pavers and up into the house all the way to the bedroom.
As Adam turned on the lamps around the room, Savvy laughed when I placed her on the bed with a flourish and then dipped into a little bow.
“Very good service,” she praised with a cheeky grin.
God, I loved to see her like that. Loose limbed and playful like she wasn’t anywhere else.
“It’s about to get much better,” Adam promised. “Undress him.”
Savannah bit her lip, eyes instantly darkening as she got up on her knees on the mattress to reach for my shirt buttons. As she slowly revealed my torso to her gaze, Adam adjusted the chair that usually sat in the corner to a position right in front of the bed. He sat in it like an emperor with God-given rights—strong thighs splayed, back leaned comfortably against the brocade silk back so the entire length of his torso was on display.
As Savvy undid the buttons of my shirt, he undid the buttons of his.
We were revealed at the same moment, eyes locked on each other.
He left the shirt open but pushed to the sides, a white frame for the golden skin of his carved chest and belly. His abs seemed deeply etched by the shadows cast by the low, honeyed lamp light, and his hair was cast in pure gold.
He looked otherworldly, something too powerful to be contained by the earth.
Savannah pushed the fabric of my shirt from my shoulders, but before it could fall, Adam drawled in that cool, posh accent, “Keep the shirt around your forearms, Sebastian. Don’t let it fall.”
“And if I do?” I countered, just to see the muscle flex in his square jaw, to watch the predatory gleam in his eye as he leaned forward on his forearms to fix me with his stare.
“Then I’ll punish you,” he said, enunciating each word so they had teeth. “I haven’t done that yet because you’ve been so good for us. But I could… would you like that, Savannah?”
She pouted, her mouth painted poppy red. “Only if I can have my fun first.”
He chuckled darkly. “Well then, you better be good so Savannah has a reason to touch you. Stand still and keep the shirt up, Sebastian.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, already losing myself to the fog of arousal that spilled through the room.
I liked this.
The submission to sensation.
It was hard to give up the final pieces of my insubordination, the same fiery obduracy that had kept me away from the Mafia in my youth. But once it was done, I felt relief like slipping into a cool, clean river. Washed clean of past horrors and current responsibilities.
