13. Adam
13
ADAM
I t was dark when I pulled the Aston through the gates into the car park before the house. I didn’t immediately alight from the car and neither did Sebastian, as though we were both afraid the magic of the day, complete with an afternoon of walking the lots and then watching the last of Andrea’s shoot before grabbing dinner together at his hotel, would dissipate the moment we opened the doors to the brisk London air.
“Thank you again for today,” he said, turning to face me, his eyes animal yellow in the shadows. “No one has ever been so kind to me as you and Savannah. It’s… well, I hope I’m worthy of it.”
“I think the fact that you’re even worried says you are. Most people in this industry become arrogant or entitled quicker than you can imagine.”
“I won’t be like that,” he said, quiet but fierce, as if the idea offended his very core.
And I thought maybe it did.
I wondered what it must be like to be so pure.
“We won’t be entering a happy home,” I warned him, explaining some of my own reticence to go inside. “First, I took you off for myself, and then we missed dinner and kept Savannah waiting for dessert. She won’t be pleased, to put it mildly.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, apparently unperturbed by the idea. “I’m sure we can find a way to earn her forgiveness.”
My laughter was a sharp bark in the close interior. “Well, yes, I’m sure we can. Shall we, then?”
He nodded, eyes glittering darkly in the shadows, smile a wedge of moonlit white. “Please.”
We walked in tandem across the pavers and up the stairs to the door. When I unlocked it and pulled the door open, the main floor was dark and cool, but light seeped down from the top of the staircase.
“Before we do this properly for the first time,” I said quietly, gripping his forearm before he could move deeper into the house. “I’ll have you pick a safe word, Sebastian. Something uncommon you can say to stop all play immediately if you’re uncomfortable for any reason.”
His grin was wicked. “Are you trying to scare me?”
“On the contrary, I’m trying to keep you safe.”
I watched warmth suffuse his features and felt the echo of it in my chest.
“Oh, well…” He cleared his throat and swallowed roughly. “Lunatic, then.”
I arched a brow at the bizarre choice and had the deep pleasure of watching him grin shyly.
“It means moonstruck,” he explained. “Driven crazy under the influence of the moon.”
I opened my mouth to agree that was a rather poetic and fitting safe word, when he stopped me by adding, “I think of you like that sometimes.”
Like his moon .
I blinked, stunned speechless by this eighteen-year-old romantic once again.
“Who the hell are you, Sebastian Lombardi?” I asked without really meaning to.
His smile widened, and he winked at me before pulling away. “Hurry up and find out.”
Silently, I hung up my coat beside his, and we put our shoes in the closet before padding softly up to the second floor and down the hall to the primary suite. The door was slightly ajar, the faint scent of lilac and murmur of music––“Prelude No. 4” by Chopin––a faintly ominous soundtrack to our homecoming.
When I pushed the door open, Savannah wasn’t lying in bed asleep or pouting.
It wasn’t her way.
Instead, she sat at her vanity as though we’d caught her getting ready for bed, antique glass perfume bottle opened, the stopper pressed to the delicate curve of her pale wrist. The window beyond the table looked over the front of the house, so she would have been watching for us to pull in, timing her erotic tableau perfectly for our entrance.
Her eyes raised in the mirror to watch us in the reflection, lashes still thick with make-up, mouth a perfect rosy red. Hair a pale cloud of brushed-out curls around her delicate face like an old-school Hollywood starlet, and her slim body clad in deep purple satin with black velvet trimmed lingerie, she had engineered herself to look as magnificent as possible.
It was a warning, though, as much as it was a promise.
If we didn’t earn her forgiveness, all that beauty would be high on a pedestal out of reach.
But if we were willing to work for it, the goddess that she was could be ours.
The problem was, of course, that I bent the knee for no person. I had two kingdoms, one before a camera and one before my wife.
So when I crossed the Aubusson carpet, it wasn’t on my knees, crawling to a woman who so clearly deserved such worship.
My act of adulation came in a different form.
I stopped directly beside Savannah and leaned against her vanity, arms crossed, legs crossed, gaze fixed not on her but on my gift.
“Sebastian,” I ordered quietly. “Come here and apologize to my wife.”
He only hesitated for a moment, and I had the sense, as his gaze flicked about the room, that it was more about entering our domain than it was the command itself. When he moved, though, it was with the sinuous grace such a tall, broad-shouldered man rarely possessed. I enjoyed watching him, just as I knew Savannah did in the mirror’s reflection.
Struck by sudden inspiration, I held up a hand to stop him mid-step just a few feet behind Savannah’s chair.
“I’ve often found apologies work best when I strip myself bare,” I mused with a deliberately heated glance up and down his form.
His Adam’s apple bobbed hard in the tanned column of his throat, but when he lifted his hands to unbutton his white dress shirt, they were steady, and his gaze was unclouded as it rested on me.
“Do it slowly,” I suggested with an edge of malice.
Seb’s hands stilled, then moved again, languidly pulling his unbuttoned shirt over one shoulder and the other, letting the linen slip down the rounded muscles of his deltoids and over his bronzed forearms. When the material pooled in his hands, he held it there for a moment, his carved torso framed by the soft fabric. His chest was covered in a light smattering of dark hair, nipples like caramel candies, abdominals perfectly stacked boxes above a dark, dangerous trail of black leading into the waistband of his denim.
If Savannah was a goddess, Sebastian was the beautiful virginal offering.
Savannah’s breath hitched slightly, and I glanced down to watch her thighs press together. I fought my own urge to press the heel of my hand against my erection to ease the burgeoning ache.
The shirt fell to the ground soundlessly before Sebastian’s large, long-fingered hands worked at his belt, flicking it open with a soft click that seemed to echo in the room. The air between the three of us felt thick and hot with tension. Savannah wanted to go to him, I could tell, her eagerness barely concealed. One hand on her shoulder kept her still and aching.
Normally, she was very controlled, but anyone would tremble in the face of such a specimen as Sebastian Lombardi.
The rasp of the zipper sounded like a rough gasp as he lowered it to reveal white boxer briefs. With his lower lip pinched between his teeth, he watched us both with lowered lids as he eased the denim over his ass and thick, steely thighs. Something about body hair on men made me salivate. I wanted to pull at that dark trail leading to his groin with my teeth and scrape my nails up those furred thighs until I reached the thick of it at the base of his cock.
He was confident now as he should’ve been. Even though I was the one giving the orders and Savannah was the one being revered, Sebastian had us both utterly entranced.
“So hard for us already,” I said, as though I was disappointed at the thick, long swell of him behind the cotton. “I hope you can handle what I have in store for you, Sebastian.”
His chin canted up in defiance even though he didn’t say a word. Instead, he punctuated his nonverbal response by sliding a finger beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushing them down so achingly slowly, I forgot to breathe.
“Do it,” Savannah hissed, eyes flashing, hands curled into fists as she fought to restrain herself.
“Do it,” I echoed, tone unyielding.
I wanted to see him. The brief tryst we’d had in the back of the car outside the Finborough Theatre was weeks ago, and I’d been yearning for the sight of that thick, curved cock since then.
Without changing his pace, Sebastian revealed it to us, his erection so hard it was flushed a deep rose, the veins prominent along the shaft and the head wet with precum.
I’d make Savannah suck it off in short order and then give me a taste with a kiss, I decided as some precum caught in his treasure trail when his cock thumped against his stomach as he released it from the fabric. The dense black hair around it and his heavy sack were trimmed and wildly attractive. I couldn’t wait to press my nose to his groin and smell his musk.
“Very good,” I told him and watched as he quite literally shivered at the praise.
With a sudden surety that made my wife gasp, I picked her up in her chair and swiveled them both to face the room and Sebastian himself.
“Come,” I said, standing behind her. “Get on your knees and show Savannah how sorry we are for being late.”
Sebastian strode forward instantly and dropped to his knees already reaching for her. His eagerness made a groan rise in my throat unbidden. The sight of his dark head between her pale thighs made my teeth ache and my dick throb.
Savannah almost choked on her gasp as he threw her legs over his shoulders, dropped his head, and dove into her sweet cunt. Even with the thin layer of satin between them, he had her hips juddering in moments.
To make matters deliciously worse, I tugged down the cups of her bra to plump up her sweet little tits and began a slow, wicked torture of her pink nipples, plucking and pulling and twisting until she keened with pleasure.
“Take off her pants,” I ordered Seb, who obeyed with a quick, rough tug that tore the material at her hips. “You have five minutes to make her come on your tongue, or I’ll be very disappointed.”
He groaned into her wet folds, the flat of his tongue following her leaking juices from thigh to clit. “Yes, sir.”
This time, I let myself moan too. The sound of that moniker in his rich voice nearly made me come like a boy in my trousers. Instead, I pulled my phone out of my pocket with one hand and set a five-minute timer. I was a fair Dominant who liked to set clear rules so that my lovers knew exactly how to please me and exactly how to deserve a punishment.
Something told me Sebastian was an overachiever.
And I was proved right three minutes later, his thick fingers pumping into her cunt with obscenely wet slaps, his lush mouth sealed around her clit, when Savannah dissolved to pieces on his tongue.
“Such a sweet slut for us,” I bent to whisper in her ear, nipping at her lobe. “Show him what a good boy he is for fucking you with that pretty mouth.”
She arched like a too tightly strung bow, producing a sharp, off-key note that was nonetheless gorgeous to my ears in the moment before she snapped and gave over to her climax.
Sebastian ate her languidly as she spiraled like a feather to the ground, her pants turned soft, her head lolling between her shoulders so it rested against my stomach, her fingers resting gently now in his thick hair.
“What a talented mouth you have,” I said in a voice I barely recognized. Though we’d played with half a dozen partners over the five years of our marriage, I had never been so aroused as I was then, Savannah destroyed by both Sebastian’s physical efforts and my mental gymnastics. She loved to feel both the lady and the whore, and having a man bow to her needs while the other lorded it over her was her ultimate fantasy.
One I’d always been happy to cater to because it so closely aligned with my own.
But this was somehow more than that.
It was specific not just to my wife but to him .
The big, beautiful black-haired man on his knees between Savannah’s thighs, his mouth wet from her cunt, his fingers still inside her, propriety now like he owned her a little after earning her cum, but his eyes. Oh! His golden predator’s eyes were on me and though his posture was submissive enough, those orbs blazed with glorious inner fire as they pinned me in my place.
You may control me for the moment , they dared, but like a caged animal, I can turn on you in the span of a blink .
I fought a hard shudder and rolled it off my back. There would be no battles for control in this, my domain. Sebastian was mine.
(Mine but I was not his.)
“On your knees on the bed, Savannah,” I told her, wrapping my hand around the front of her throat to tip her head back from me. “I think the only way to absolve ourselves of our sins is to repent again and again until you cry out for mercy. What do you think?”
A throaty little purr was my response. Her lids fluttered shut as I dipped as though to kiss her and instead bit at her bottom lip. She shivered.
I stepped back to give her room to stand and motioned for Sebastian to do the same. He rocked back onto his heels, still on his knees because I hadn’t given him verbal leave to get up. Oh, but he was a sweet sub when he wanted to be, even if he didn’t know it yet.
Savannah got gingerly to her feet and wobbled slightly in her high heels. Seb reached out to steady her with his hands at her hips, which was frankly inspiring.
“I think she may need help getting to the bed,” I suggested with a raised brow.
Immediately, he pushed his shoulder into her belly and tossed her up over his shoulder. She let out a little squeal of indignation and hit him lightly on the back, but he ignored her, stalking across the space to the bed and depositing her gently, with utter control of his strength, onto the mattress.
They looked beautiful like that, his body bowed over hers, dark and masculine, hers a pale curve like a crescent moon against the night sky. I could have sat in the chair beside the bed and just watched them fuck all night, languidly fisting my own cock, edging myself as I made them edge each other, but I was too greedy.
I needed to be inside my wife.
I needed to be inside him .
It was too soon to introduce him to the delights of anal sex, but I could find other ways to show him how a man could fuck another man, and I was ludicrously eager to do so.
But when I moved to the edge of the bed and ran a proprietary hand down Sebastian’s flank to the round, muscular swell of his pale arse and he arched shamelessly into my touch, it was Savannah who took umbrage.
“I believe,” she said in something of a sultry hiss. “You are both apologizing to me for your bad behaviour, so the focus should be on me .”
“Greedy girl,” I admonished, but with one lingering caress of Sebastian’s beautiful body, I stepped away and walked toward the head of the bed. “On your hands and knees then, Savannah. Show us how much you can take.”
She shifted sinuously into position; Sebastian draped over her back as one large hand fiddled with her nipples. I undid my belt and unfastened my trousers but didn’t take them off. I enjoyed the power of being fully clothed, the obscenity of my large cock protruding from the fabric as I got onto my knees on the mattress before Savannah.
I fisted my hand in that cloud of silken hair and angled her head back sharply so she gasped, pretty mouth falling open. I slotted my thumb onto her tongue and watched as she instinctively suckled on it.
“Would you like Sebastian to fuck your greedy wet pussy?” I asked her. “Would you like him to ride you and use you until he’s begging me to let him come inside you?”
She moaned around my thumb, and Sebastian echoed her, his gaze hot on the two of us, his hands resting lightly on her rump like he waited for my permission to proceed.
“After he’s tested, I’ll even let his cum fill you up to the brim until it’s leaking out of your hole, and then I’ll fit myself between your thighs and lick you clean,” I promised them both to a resounding chorus of more moans.
I couldn’t stand my own game anymore. My cock throbbed so hard it bobbed and weaved beneath Savannah’s face. I removed my thumb from her mouth and replaced it with my length, feeding it to her inch by inch, watching as the shaft stretched her lips wide. Her lipstick left raspberry-coloured smears on my skin.
Even though Sebastian was still behind her, I could feel his coiled desire waiting to spring. I looked up at him as I slotted the last inch of my dick deep inside Savannah’s throat.
“Would you like to fuck my wife?”
He swallowed thickly as he nodded. “Yes… sir.”
My hand tightened in Savannah’s hair when she tried to pull off and breathe freely again. I wanted her to struggle slightly, to earn the right to be fucked at both ends.
I reached into my pocket for the condom I’d thoughtfully placed there earlier that day and tossed it to him. He caught it one-handed, eyes on me as he ripped the package open with his teeth and then rolled it on his dick. With one hand holding her still by the hip, he slotted his head at her opening, and though I couldn’t see properly from my angle, I could tell by his movement that he was slowly burying himself inside her.
Savannah moaned and gurgled around my cock, as hot and tight as her pussy was around Sebastian’s.
Fuck, but I loved this.
Sharing her, watching her cheeks turn pink and her eyes tear, the way her pupils blew wide, and all the carefully cultivated aspects of this woman just evaporated in the heat of her lust. I wanted to use her because I wanted to be used. There was a divide between us that had existed for so long, maybe it had been there from the very beginning, and it had just deepened over the years. Only like this, our kinks and secret fantasies spilled between us, did it feel like we could truly see each other and, more, want to be seen.
I pulled her off my cock as Sebastian mimicked my movement at her behind, both of us notched at her entrances, hands on her hips and her face. My gaze sought his over her back and locked. Without prompting, we began fucking into her in perfect tandem, filling and emptying her like metronomes in time with the classical music swelling around us.
“That’s such a sweet slut,” I praised her as we moved faster, her mouth wet and slack now, her tongue out over her lips and teeth so I could just slot myself in and out as fast as I pleased.
Her eyes were closed tightly in bliss, fingers curled into the bed sheets for leverage to rock back onto Sebastian’s cock and forward onto mine. She was blissed out and lost to the moment.
It was the most honest she ever was, and there was a kind of beauty to it in my mind.
“Are you going to come for us?” I demanded when her moans became incessant and her lips tightened around my length.
I pulled out of her mouth so she could pant out a “Yes!”
“No,” I told her. “I don’t think that’s how you ask politely.”
I knew she was ready when she didn’t frown or protest, when she tipped her chin up to look at me with wet eyes, tear tracks down her cheeks, eyes blown black and mouth swollen and pink to say, “Please, sir.”
I hooked my thumb into the side of her mouth to hold it open and pressed my cock inside her again. She groaned hungrily, instantly working her mouth over me.
A moan rumbled through my chest. I looked up at Sebastian to find him sweat-dampened, a curl of black hair stuck to his forehead, his muscles straining with the force of his thrusts as his groin slapped again and again against Savannah’s wet pussy.
“Do you want to come for me, too?” I asked mildly and watched as his tongue darted out to taste a bead of sweat on his upper lip. “You’ve been so good using her tight little pussy. Both of you have done so well. I think I’d enjoy seeing you come.”
“Yes,” he growled. “If you want me to.”
“Good fucking boy,” I praised, ignoring the way heat gathered at the base of my spine for my own climax, forcing myself past it to focus on my lovers. “Make her come, and then I’ll let you spill all over her pretty pussy.”
He groaned, one hand delving beneath Savannah to play at her clit.
“Slap her lightly,” I ordered, staring him down when he hesitated. “Trust me, she loves it.”
She groaned in agreement around my cock.
He did then, slapping wetly at her pussy, splitting his fingers no doubt around the bulk of his cock in her cunt. She jerked at the impact, once, twice…
“Come all over that thick cock for me, sweetheart,” I told her. “Show him why I’m so addicted to you.”
She complied with a growled scream, lips clamping down on my cock, teeth carefully sheathed. We anchored her at both ends as she shook apart, her sleek body undulating with pleasure between us.
“Magnificent,” I praised softly as I pushed back her hair to watch her lips tremble around my cock. “Now drink me down like a good girl.”
Sebastian startled me by plastering himself to her back, suddenly so much closer, his face within reach. His eyes were pinned on the connection of my cock in her mouth and the heat of it was enough to prompt my own orgasm. I fisted the base of my shaft and pulled out, Savannah’s mouth still open for my cum because she knew and loved the taste of me. It was impossible not to close my eyes as my climax robbed me of sight, of sound for one blissful moment of full-body electrocution, but the sight of Savannah and Sebastian with their mouths open, gaze pinned on my cock was seared into my memory forever.
Because he wanted a taste too.
I could see it in his eyes, and it made me come so bloody hard I almost passed out.
Instead, I curled over myself, pumping long ropes of seed onto my wife’s tongue and mouth, on her chin and cheeks so when I was finished, eyes opened once more, she was covered in me.
Her tongue darted out to lick up the traces on her lips, but I stopped her with my thumb pressed there.
“Don’t be greedy now, sweetheart,” I ordered softly. “Share with our guest.”
Her eyes flashed with renewed hunger as I helped her roll onto her back. Sebastian arched over her with his knees and hands on the bed.
“Lick her clean,” I told him, watching as he fought with himself, gaze flicking between me and Savannah’s cum-soaked skin. “It’s okay. I know you want to taste me.”
I cupped the side of his face, trailing the same thumb I’d used on her salty tongue to trace over his lips. His tongue darted out to follow the path, and his eyes darkened.
“Come here,” Savannah tempted, cupping the back of his head on the other side of my hand and bringing his face down to her.
She started off with a soft, open-mouthed kiss, sharing the residual taste of me with her tongue. They moaned into each other as he settled his weight fully on top of her. After a moment, I pulled him back with tight fingers in his hair.
“Lick her clean,” I repeated intractably.
He shivered slightly, eyes wide on mine, mouth red from Savannah’s kisses. When he bent his head, my spent cock kicked. He licked a trail of cum off her cheek and hummed lightly with approval.
“Fuck her until you come,” I told him. “You earned it.”
He sighed as he instantly fisted his shaft and sank back inside her heat, fucking her slow but hard, grinding into her clit as he continued to lick her clean and share the taste of me in languid kisses.
I watched them as I sat back against the headboard, the two of them churning just between my legs, fucking each other for me, pushing their boundaries because I asked them to. It was fucking heady. Nothing could compare except for the high I got on stage or on set. The feeling of having an audience in the palm of your hand.
“Pull out and come on her cunt.”
Sebastian growled as he fucked her hard and then pulled back, resting on his heels to rip the condom off and spray his cum over her slick, used pussy.
Before he’d finished, I was down there, licking up his mess and hers. The combined taste of them on my tongue was salt-sweet and ambrosial. I hummed as I swallowed the warm cum and Savannah’s juices, licking her until she came again, a shivery orgasm she sighed through, and then I licked her clean again.
When I looked up, Sebastian was slack-jawed, cheeks flushed, hair a mess. He was utterly debauched and the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. Without thinking, I reeled him in with a hand on his neck and shared the remnants of cum on my tongue with him. He groaned into my mouth and clasped me even closer, licking behind my teeth in search of more.
“Enough,” Savannah said sleepily, pulling at my hand from where she lay. “I’m exhausted.”
Part of me wanted to tell her she could drift while I finally had some time to explore the man before me, but I knew she wouldn’t like it. More, I knew I shouldn’t want to do anything without my wife, even if she slept beside me. That was the agreement really. Together or nothing. I was lucky enough to have a partner who allowed me to indulge in my fantasies, and I was cognizant of being grateful and not pushing her too hard.
The truth was Savannah brought every man we’d played with to our marital bed, not me. Still, she’d done it for me because she knew I wanted it. Had coaxed the secret fantasies from me like she’d coaxed my dreams, whispers late at night drunk on martinis in the bar near my flat after I’d returned home from my stint in the RAF, disillusioned and alone. She’d promised a future for us both of success and happiness, the attainment of our wildest dreams. It made me smile to think about that unhappily married American girl and the boy I’d been then and to know, against all the odds, Savannah had been proven right.
I pulled away from Sebastian with a little grin, shaking my hand on his neck a little in affection. “ Bellisimo .”
His laugh was a sharp, startled syllable. “ Grazie, signore .”
“Sleep,” Savannah insisted, pulling us both down by the hand on either side of her.
As soon as we flopped to the mattress, she arranged us to her liking, turning into Sebastian to rest her cheek on his chest, one leg thrown over his, her rump in the bowl of my hips, my arm tucked around her chest like a blanket.
She was out like a light the moment she settled.
“The remote for the music and the lights should be on the nightstand beside you,” I whispered to Sebastian.
He reached carefully for it so as not to disturb Savannah and flicked both off. We plunged into darkness, only the light from a waxing moon falling through the open curtains.
“You’re still wearing your clothes,” Sebastian noted.
“I am.”
“I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
I chuckled. “Nor have I. Relax for a while, drift off even. If you wake in the night, feel free to go back to the carriage house. But for now, sleep with us?”
I could feel his hesitation, and I thought I understood it. We didn’t usually let the men sleep in our bed, but there was something about Sebastian. Warmth on a chilly evening, perhaps, warmth in our chilly marriage, that drew us both inexorably toward him.
In some kind of answer to the unspoken question of what the bloody hell was happening between us all, I reached above Savannah’s head to find where I thought I remembered Sebastian’s hand rested on the pillow. His fingers flinched at first contact and then slowly curled around my own.
“Sleep, Sebastian,” I murmured, giving in to my suddenly leaden lids closing. “Only the moon is watching, and we can trust it to keep our secrets tonight.”