Page 56 of The Moon & His Tides
I shrugged one shoulder in faux nonchalance. “I was thinking Savannah’s grown bored of us servicing her mouth and pussy. Maybe she’d like one of us in her tight little ass. Maybe even while the other is fucking her pussy.”
Adam and Savannah both loved dirty talk to the point they could get hard and wet after just a few minutes of spoken filth. It was something I loved about them, knowing I just had to verbalize exactly what I wanted from them both to get an explosive reaction.
And they didn’t disappoint.
“Oh,” Savannah said, that beautiful flush the colour of the wine in her cup spilling down her front.
Adam licked his lips and rubbed his hand over his square, stubbled chin as though he had to think about it. But I knew that tell. It was only to draw attention away from the way his lids lowered and his eyes went black.
“Well, well, look who’s getting creative,” he practically purred.
I swallowed thickly and shrugged again, turning away to stir the sauce and turn it down to a simmer. A moment later, Ialmost jumped out of my skin when Adam’s hands bracketed me at the counter, his breath a hot line down my neck.
“You want to fuck her together?” he husked out, and even though he wasn’t touching me, I felt his presence draped all the way down my back. “You want me to sit her on your thick cock and work my way inside her tight arse?”
I nodded a little helplessly, reaching down to adjust my erection in my jeans beneath the apron. Adam’s hand caught mine in an iron grip before I could do so. He flattened my hand to the counter and reached down himself to grip my cock and adjust it more comfortably down one thigh.
Dio mio, it was the first time he’d touched my dick in days, and I wanted more.
“Is this why you’re being so good to us? Cooking us dinner, greeting us with that smile of yours that could light an entire city? Because you want permission to split Savannah open on our cocks?”
I bit out a curse, and I could hear Savannah shift on her stool like she was rubbing her thighs together.
Why was it so fucking hot when Adam slid into the dominant role? It was one thing to want a man sexually and quite another to submit to him so easily as I found myself doing all the time, but I couldn’t connect logic to it other than to say it was simply his effect on me.
I admired him enough, trusted him another, to take control and let me just… enjoy pleasure for once in my life.
“Yes,” I admitted. “But also, because I like to do nice things for you.”
I turned in the cage of his arms to catch his wary expression. Before he could pull away, I wrapped my hand around his throat, fingertips pressing into his pulse point so I could feel it race away from me.
“You deserve them,” I admitted softly but loud enough for Savannah to hear. “Both of you deserve something warm and beautiful to come home to.”
Adam swallowed thickly, tension in the tall, strong line of his body. But he didn’t pull away, and I decided I’d put him through enough. I pressed forward to kiss him, a hard stamp of possession, before pushing him away and draining the pasta.
“Sit down at the table,” I told them both, listening to the sounds of them obeying me as I prepared the pasta dish, grabbed the focaccia from a nearby Italian bakery from the oven, and the light green salad I’d prepared from the fridge.
Once everything was laid at the table, I took off the apron and sat down with them.
“Next time, I’d prefer to come home to you cooking just in that,” Savannah requested, a slight twitch to her mouth.
Adam smiled a little, but I laughed as I served her first. “Noted,duchessa. I’d worry about flying oil splatter, but I’m willing to brave that and worse for you.”
“How flattering,” she said dryly as she allowed me to fill her plate and refill her wine. When I was finished, she put a hand on my wrist and leaned forward out of her chair to steal a lingering kiss. Her eyes were warmer than I’d ever seen, a lush blue. “Thank you, Sebastian.”
“My pleasure,” I assured her before turning to serve Adam.
“I’m capable of dressing my own plate,” he protested, but he didn’t stop me, and when I finished, he reached beneath the table to squeeze my thigh.
“Well then,buon appetito,” I said, raising my glass and waiting for them both to look me in the eyes before we clinked them together. “To us.”
There was a second of hesitation before they both echoed me.
“To us.”
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SEBASTIAN
