Page 100 of The Sun & Her Burn
Adam’s laughter was a harsh bark. “This isn’t about me. You focus on using Linnea’s gorgeous mouth and not coming until I tell you.”
Linnea pulled off on a cry as Adam did something with those fingers I knew were dexterous and wonderful.
Her eyes were wet and running from the way she’d already sucked my cock, mascara pooling beneath her lids, making her purpled eyes smoky.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I told her, giving in to temptation to reach down and hold her cheek as I slowly pushed back into her mouth. “Especially when you are filled with my dick.”
She groaned her agreement and closed her eyes as if savoring the weight of me on her tongue.
I hunched forward just slightly, and the glass tipped, cold liquid splashing over the lid onto my abs and racing down my thighs.
“Clean up his spill,” Adam told Linnea, who immediately licked up the excess, sucking my balls into her cooled mouth, too.
I dug my fingers into the edge of the desk to ground myself and closed my eyes to focus.
The glass was moved from my belly, prompting me to open my eyes to watch as Adam fed a sip to Linnea, who immediately took my cock back in her mouth.
I hissed in preparation for the sting of booze on such sensitive skin, but it wasn’t alcohol.
My eyes blew wide as something effervescent tickled and cooled my cock.
“Che cavolo?” I gasped, hunching over at the mix of sensations, the heat of Linnea’s tongue contrasting with the cold, bubbling liquid.
“Linnea doesn’t drink,” Adam explained with a rakish grin. “She only has sparkling water. Does it feel good?”
“Merda, yes,” I agreed, throwing my head back as she finally swallowed the liquid, and me, down her throat.
“I thought so,” Adam declared arrogantly. “You’ve both been so good. Sebastian, you can come when you’re ready.”
“Thank God,” I grunted as Linnea picked up her pace, sucking and slurping wetly around my length again and again until I lost sense of all time and space.
Everything, except them.
Adam, my moon, and Linnea, the sun, both at my feet, lavishing me.
Both, for the moment, were entirely focused onme.
The orgasm barrelled through almost painfully, gathering every single atom and then exploding through my core. My cock kicked viciously in Linnea’s mouth once before she pulled off. Adam reached forward to cover her hand partially with his, and together, they jacked me off onto her breasts. I forced myselfto keep my eyes open so I could see the stunning sight of them working me like that, ropes of my pearlescent cum painting Linnea until she was covered in me.
Even emptied, my dick twitched valiantly trying to unleash more cum to add to the tapestry.
Linnea leaned forward to suck the last drops off my head and then gave it a tender, closed-mouth kiss.
Then, shocking us both, she held my still hard cock up for Adam, raising her brows until he leaned forward and kissed me too, the abrasion of his stubble making me shiver. Not done with him, Linnea tugged Adam forward with one spit-wet hand in his shirt and fixed her mouth over his, sharing the remnants of my cum with him. I watched the flash of their tongues through their parted lips, listened to the grumbling moan from Adam, and seriously wondered if I had died and gone to heaven.
Nothing could beat this, I thought.
I had always wondered if the eroticism and completeness I’d experienced in the bedroom with Savannah and Adam was sacred only to them as people, but this has proved differently.
I was a bisexual man who equally enjoyed sex with both genders. They lit up different parts of my brain and body so that the pleasure felt…whole.
But it was more than that.
Linnea had enjoyed this in a way I couldn’t remember clearly if Savvy ever had.
She had enjoyedus, not just for her, but together.
And I thought, maybe, that was new.
