Page 98 of The Sun & Her Burn
Adam’s words built the fire higher.
“He looks seconds away from coming in his trousers,” he continued blandly, reaching forward to grip my erection through the fabric, giving it a rough fondle that was just shy of too much.
The moan ripped out of my throat, and my hips chased his hand when he pulled away.
“Sebastian,” he said firmly. “Are you ready to play my game?”
“Si, per favore,” I said in Italian before realizing it was the wrong language. “Yes, please.”
He nodded curtly, then turned his attention to Linnea, rubbing a thumb over his bottom lip as he studied her. She held still for him, but the flush on her chest deepened.
Something was inherently erotic about being under Adam’s powerful scrutiny. The wicked intelligence in his eye spoke of all the ways he could take someone apart.
“Did you mean what you told me at the beach the other day?” he asked, finally stepping up to cup the side of her neck and press into the pulse point that was visibly fluttering. “How you like to get on your knees and be used until you are wet and open and aching?”
Linnea’s eyes dropped until they were almost closed, but she breathed, “Yes…sir.”
“Oh, good girl,” he praised emphatically, dipping close to brush his mouth against hers. “I think you are going to like the kind of games Sebastian and I play.”
“I do, too,” she said eagerly.
If I had been less aroused, I might have been ridiculously charmed and a little smug about that enthusiasm.
“Then be a good girl for us and get on your knees,” he coaxed, taking the tumbler from her and then pulling her forward by the grip on her neck until she occupied the space between my legs.
We locked eyes, her pupils blown wide with arousal as she licked her lips in anticipation of what Adam might have her do to me. I watched as she dropped gracefully, sinuously to her knees, palms softly placed on top of her thighs like a proper submissive.
“Have you done this before?” I asked, the words punched out of me with shock.
Adam’s chuckle was wicked as he stepped up behind Linnea, legs pressed to her spine so that when he pulled her back, her cheek rested against his own erection. Instinctively, she mouthed at it through the fabric.
“Our Linnea knows what she wants,” Adam said, and that cool calm was fractured by a groan as Linnea opened her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked hard through the fabric.
“And what she wants, Seb, is you.” He pulled Linnea off him with a grip in her hair, her head canted back to look at him. “Don’t you, gorgeous?”
“Yes.” The word was like the hiss of steam escaping a boiling kettle.
“Then have him,” he suggested, using his hand in her hair to direct her forward until her cheek was now against my cock. “Put on a show for me and I might let you both come before we leave here tonight.”
With Adam’s hands in her hair, Linnea took her lower lip between her teeth, looked up at me through her lashes, andstarted to undo my belt and trousers. She took her time, making it almost methodical.
Why was it blisteringly sexy?
I could tell how much the teasing was turning her on because she was panting, but even when I pushed my hips forward, she avoided touching my dick.
The little minx.
Eyes sparkling, she looked up at me as she tugged the zipper down with her teeth.
I sucked air in through my teeth.
I had been on edge for what felt like hours now, and I worried the first brush of her pouty mouth against my bare skin would ruin me. So I held my breath and gripped the desktop until my knuckles ached as she finally pulled me out through the gap in my boxer briefs, her touch delicate around my shaft.
“Look at how wet he is,” Adam noted darkly.
And I was.
Precum had soaked through the cotton and drooled obscenely from the head of my flushed, slicked cock.
