21. Sebastian
21
SEBASTIAN
D inner was bellissima .
Not only because the food was almost as good as Mama’s and the restaurant always made me feel like I was coming home. But because both Savannah and Adam seemed lighter than air, floating in their seats, smiling freely and laughing openly throughout the entire meal.
It was as if, in the carnage of their epic argument, they had recouped something lost to them for a while. There was an ease between them that I realized hadn’t existed before.
It was hard not to hope it was due to me.
But then, I was an actor and a writer. It was impossible for me not to make connections between the two, to romanticise my supporting role in the play of their lives.
After spending the entire day with Adam, seeing how happy and carefree the usually controlled, ludicrously busy Brit had been just playing in the surf and sand, chatting without intention about films we liked and places we’d visited, had been a revelation.
For me, sure, but more so, I thought, for him .
When was the last time he’d had a day of fun just because? I wondered.
Even when we’d gone that first time to Pinewood Studios, he’d insisted it was a business excursion and not a date.
When I’d finally told him, in a roundabout way, that I loved him, he’d told me immediately he couldn’t.
Was there anything he really wanted outside of acting that Adam Meyers let himself have?
There was even a quality of reservation between the married couple.
A hesitancy to share their true selves with each other.
I thought with Adam, it was about not knowing how.
With Savannah, it was about fear.
Either way, that night felt like we’d entered a new stage.
From arrangement to relationship, one where I wasn’t just the rented boy toy but a real partner. I knew I’d never stand beside them both on a red carpet, but what did that matter, really?
Public acknowledgment wasn’t needed to validate the connection of human hearts.
Only acknowledgement between the three of us was enough.
And for the first time, I felt physically and emotionally linked to both of them and them to each other.
So it wasn’t surprising that the moment we fell into the car together, clothes were coming off.
I had to drive us safely back to the house in Chelsea, but I still snuck glimpses at Savannah, a little wine drunk and slightly uncoordinated because of it, as she fumbled with the buttons of Adam’s dress shirt. He had only a smattering of golden chest hair, his treasure trail sparkling in the low lights as Savvy pried open his belt and zipper to reveal the base of his thickening cock.
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 a pop of 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 I ducked 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.
I was just a body in the most beautiful way a physical form could be.
Filled with pleasure, accentuated by touch, used for love.
Savvy’s silken hands traced over every inch of my torso, tested the flats of my nipples, and tugged slightly at the hair leading from my naval.
“It’s my birthday,” Adam said, as if it just occurred to him. “So why don’t you unwrap my present?”
Our lover grinned, teeth cutting into the edge of her smile as she lowered her hands to my belt and made quick work of opening my trousers. With one hasty push, she shucked them and my boxer briefs down my thighs, where they pooled at my ankles.
My erection slapped against her face, smearing a trail of precum over her cheek.
She leaned back on her heels, finger tracing the line of slick so she could bring it to her mouth with a hum of approval. My cock kicked between us, and she gave a breathy laugh of satisfaction as she ran a fingernail down its length.
“So thick,” she murmured. “I love being split open on this.”
A rumble moved through my chest.
“I need a birthday card,” Adam demanded, suddenly beside us, tossing a black tube to the linen cover beside his wife. “Write one on his skin.”
Before he moved away, Adam ran his hand down my flank the way an owner might test his horseflesh. It was propriety and condescending somehow.
It shouldn’t have made me moan, maybe, but I was beyond should nots and shame.
Savvy undid the top of the lipstick and reapplied it thickly to her lips, her resulting smile slicked as if with blood, glistening and primal. She reached up to score her nails down my chest as she set her lips to the pulse point in my neck.
“Your heart beats so fast when I have my hands on you,” she murmured. “Does it excite you to have me like this?”
The bed squeaked as Adam got on his knees on the mattress behind Savannah, and he began to undress her with perfunctory motions.
She didn’t lose focus.
Her red lips marked my throat and left a trail to each pec, a rosy rim around each nipple. Unsatisfied, she let Adam push her dress down her arms and then reached for the lipstick again, using it to trace vivid lines around my abdominals and then signing the work with a flourish of her own name.
“Mine,” she whispered with a fevered intensity that matched the dark, glazed intent in her eyes.
“And mine,” Adam reminded her with a sharp smack to her now bare ass. His legs were to either side of her kneeling form, one hand holding her hip as he gave her cheek another spanking. “This is my present tonight, Savannah. You’re just preparing him for me.”
Her hesitation was only slight, but it was there.
Adam spanked her again, harder, so she let out a little gasp, and her nails scored down the muscles arrowing to my groin.
“Don’t be greedy,” he scolded. “I’ll sit you on his face to muffle his cries when I finally slide into that tight, hot arse. You’ll love drowning him in your juices.”
“Yes,” she hissed, wiggling her bottom back to get more attention even as she used the lipstick to write “Adam’s Gift” on the other side of her signature.
He spanked her again. “Get to work. I want his cock dripping like a broken faucet. Show him how well you take cock down your pretty throat, sweetheart.”
She took my dick in both her hands, clearly marvelling at the heft and girth. It was the way a student of art might look at a sculpture or an astronomer the night sky. So much wonder and gratitude, and it was all for me .
“Suck it,” I told her, my voice guttural with lust. “Mark me up with that lipstick like I’ve wanted you to do since the first time I picked you up in the town car.”
Glee lit her expression. My duchessa loved to be praised and admired.
Mouth open lewdly wide, she slid the head of my cock over her tongue and straight to the back of her throat. When she hit the base of my shaft, she sealed her red lips around the skin, leaving a brilliant red mark.
And then she did it again and again, moving back each time just a little so that my shaft was covered from root to head in concentric circles like the rings of a tree in her mark.
“So gorgeous,” she whispered to herself as she lapped at my leaking slit. “I could suck you all night long.”
“You do it so beautifully,” Adam praised as he played with her wet pussy.
Wet, because even though I couldn’t see it, I could hear the play of his fingers stretching and pumping through her soaked channel.
“Do you want to prep him for me, sweetheart?” he asked her, running one hand down her spine even though his gaze was locked with me. “Do you want to stretch him on your little fingers to get him ready for my big cock?”
We both shuddered . I felt as if my bones might vibrate out of my body at the thought of queenly Savannah doing something so shocking to me.
“Yes,” she whispered, her mouth obviously dry as she licked her smeared red mouth, eyes fixed on my cock but far away, imagining it. “Yes, please, sir.”
“Excellent,” Adam praised darkly, moving away from her to stand. “I want you to feel debased, Sebastian. I want to humiliate you a little because I know you’ll enjoy it. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” I agreed before he’d even finished talking. “Yes, sir.”
The grin that captured his handsome face should have been illegal in every country, a weapon of mass destruction.
“Then get on your knees on the bed and brace on your forearms.”
Warm shame pooled in my belly at the order because I’d be so… prone. It was how I most loved to fuck Savannah. There was something primal about the pose, something very willing to be taken presented on all fours with hips canted and thighs spread to accommodate another body between them.
But I did as he ordered me because there was something elemental between us. He was the moon, and I was the tide helpless against his magnetic pull. I’d do as he bade me for the rest of time if he let me.
My head hung between my shoulders as Savannah adjusted on the bed behind me, taking that spot left open between my thighs. The first touch of her hands over my ass made me flinch, but she hushed me like a spooked horse.
“You’re beautiful,” she admitted in a cracked voice. “Stunning like this.”
She continued to smooth her hands over my ass and thighs, soothing me with light touches. After a moment, I felt myself relaxing, previously unaware of the tension I’d been carrying.
“I know something that will distract you.” The voice came from my right, a husky, rich timbre that moved through me like warmth from a fire.
I turned my head to see Adam standing completely nude beside the bed. He was perfectly proportionate, tall and muscled without being bulky, covered in golden skin and golden hair. It was shocking, not only because his glory never grew stale but because he was so rarely fully naked when we played. He liked the power trip of remaining at least partially dressed.
But this was his birthday, and I could tell by his little grin that was exactly why he was in his birthday suit.
I grinned back, surprised by the laughter in my throat during such a vulnerable moment.
But this was one of the reasons I loved them.
Because even when I felt small, they found ways to make me feel seen and somehow all the more beautiful for it.
He stepped forward, and I realized there was a ring of red around the base of his cock from Savvy’s mouth. His fist wrapped around the base so he could paint the wet tip of it over my parted mouth.
“You’re going to play a game while Savannah plays with you,” he told me. “Trying to erase Savvy’s mark with your mouth.”
I’d rarely had the opportunity to play with Adam’s fat dick because Savvy was such a greedy lover. I found myself shockingly excited to try to take that shaft to the back of my throat. In fact, my mouth watered at the thought, and I opened my mouth instantly.
Adam sighed as he got on his knees in the bed so I wouldn’t get a crick in my neck and then slowly fed me his cock. His other hand sank into the thick hair on my head and used it to slowly pull me forward on the long, long length of him.
“Swallow when you want to gag,” he taught me imperiously, a lord teaching his serf to please him.
A full-body shiver rippled through me.
Savannah took advantage of the moment to press lube-slick fingers to my opening. She didn’t penetrate, but I still startled a little, moaning around Adam.
“Hush, she’s just going to open you up nice and easy for me,” Adam soothed, but it wasn’t soothing because his words were cold and heavy, a collar around my throat. “Focus on pleasing me. All I want you to think about is taking all of me into your throat. It’s okay if you choke on it. I want you to.”
In perfect unison, they pushed into my body. The weight of Adam’s dick on my tongue made me salivate, the stretch of my lips almost uncomfortable but somehow one of the sexiest sensations I’d ever had. Savannah’s thin fingers felt strange as she pressed them into my rim, a sting followed by a low burn. It felt wrong for a moment, wildly so.
The discomfort would have thrown me completely out of my headspace if it wasn’t for Adam’s cock channeling even deeper at the entrance of my throat.
“Swallow,” he reminded me and pressed farther.
I wanted to choke, eyes watering, breath cut off, but I trusted him enough to heed his order, and I swallowed. My throat opened up around him, and he slid down until my nose was pushed against the wiry curls at his base.
“Fuck,” he groaned, elongating the words in three syllables. “This is exactly what I want for my birthday.”
The praise settled over me and sunk beneath my skin. I could feel myself relaxing again, softening around Savvy’s persistent fingers so that when she slowly started to thrust two in and out of me, they felt almost… good.
“That’s it,” Adam said, the cold Dom gone and, in his place, a warm, complimentary lover. His fingers roamed over my head, pulling at my hair, tracing my ears, dipping down to cup my hollowed cheeks and press his thumbs to meet his cock stuffing my mouth full.
It was like he couldn’t get enough, deep enough, close enough.
Savannah pet my flank and muttered her own praise, but it was softer, like she was transfixed by the sight of her fingers inside me.
“Don’t touch yourself, Savannah.” Adam’s words lashed across my back at his wife. “This is about what I want. And I want you aching for cock. We’ve spoiled you too much. Given in to your greedy ways, but tonight, you will wait.”
I moaned as Savannah bent forward to press an opened mouth kiss to my ass just beside her fingers. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he praised. “I’m almost ready to replace your fingers with my cock. But let’s make sure it’s nice and wet, shall we, Seb?”
Without waiting for a response, he shifted his grip into my hair again and carefully began to fuck my mouth.
I didn’t want careful.
I wanted a messy, hard fuck. I wanted to touch each other like we never touched Savannah, rough and desperate and animal.
I gripped Adam’s ass in one hand, the other still propping me up, and squeezed so he’d fuck my face the way I wanted.
When his hands spasmed in my hair, I groaned in confirmation and then groaned again when he started to lose himself in my throat. He was a vocal lover, and I loved to hear him curse and moan and whisper filthy praise that rained like gold on my skin.
Savannah started to fuck me harder, too, her fingers curling into some place inside me that had little sparks of pleasure shooting straight up my spine.
By the time Adam pulled away with a rough “ Enough! ” and stood beside the bed, we were all panting.
All so close to coming, I knew it would only take seconds.
“Savannah, up here on your back with your legs spread. Sebastian is going to sink his nice big cock inside you, but he isn’t going to fuck you until I’m seated deep inside him. And then we are going to fuck you together.”
Even in her haste, Savvy was all elegance, sliding from the bed behind me with a hand trailing up my spine and then dropping as she took her place before me like an offering. It felt so strange, in a way I knew it always would, to be offered such a gift by such a man.
But then, tonight and every night, they reminded me I was both gift and giver as much as they were.
My cock was wet with precum and still red from Savannah’s lipstick as I gripped it too tightly and notched it at her swollen entrance. She practically sucked me inside, reaching for me with needy hands, locking her legs around my own like vines so that I pressed along every inch of her slim, feminine form.
“ Cazzo , you feel like heaven,” I told her, burying my face in her scented hair to ground myself as pinwheels of pleasure spiralled through me.
She held me, anchored me, as Adam moved around the bed behind me and took up her previous post.
Adam was not so polite.
He slapped the inside of my thigh so I would spread my legs farther, and then, satisfied, he went straight for my slick entrance with more lubricant.
My entire body juddered like a failing engine as he smoothed his fingers around my rim, dipping just inside to test and stretch and play. I’d never known there were so many nerves there, but he was playing them all like a fucking conductor of his symphony.
Savannah pushed her hands through my hair soothingly. “You’re so sexy. I don’t think I’ve ever known someone so beautiful.”
I groaned again when his fingers slid smoothly inside me– Adam was inside me ––and twisted against that bundle of nerves Savvy had glanced by once or twice.
He lit me up from the inside out.
I gasped as he pressed into me, his chuckle dark and rough as he started to fuck me with one hand while the other tested the play of muscle in my glutes.
“So fucking sexy,” he echoed. “I can’t wait to sink into this heat and fuck you.”
“Do it,” I ground out. “Do it, now.”
“No.”
“Yes,” I barked, bucking back against his fingers and then hissing as I pushed forward into the wet, sucking heat of Savvy’s pussy. “ Vaffanculo , Adam, I’ll come like this.”
“No,” he commanded, slapping his hand down on my ass so sharply pain ricocheted through me. “Not until I give you permission.”
But he took pity on me.
Maybe because I could feel his hand shake with need before he gripped my hip to elevate me slightly, and then the hot, wet press of his cock was suddenly at my entrance.
I squeezed my eyes shut, almost overdosing on sensation, a little terrified of what would come next.
Adam plastered himself along the line of my body, sandwiching me between my two lovers so he could whisper in my ear, “Now, you’re really ours.”
He slid into me straight to the hilt.
I howled, a wolf crying to the moon. But it wasn’t a baleful sound.
No, it was one of glory.
Because as Adam filled me up and I filled Savannah, I felt connected to two living, beautiful souls in a way I never had before. In a way I never wanted to again with anyone else so long as I lived and breathed.
I’d found perfection.
The tight, aching stretch of Adam inside me was mind-blowingly erotic.
I felt my mind dissipating in the wave of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the same time as Adam when he pulled out slowly, only to spear me again with his cock.
The thrust ground me into Savannah, who keened and leaked all over me down onto the bedspread.
“Oh yeah,” Adam almost crowed, sounding vaguely drugged, high off the pleasure of fucking me and fucking me into his wife. “You both may come whenever you need to. Such good, sweet sluts for me.”
I sealed my panting mouth against Savannah’s throat, tasting her rabbiting pulse with my tongue and then my teeth as her cunt spasmed around me with every thrust.
“God, I love to be fucked,” Savannah cried out.
God , I thought dazedly, so do I .
“I’m going to fill you so full of cum you’ll be dripping for days,” I grunted in her ear, finding the last of my wherewithal to reach between us and palm her absolutely drenched cunt, framing the place where I was wedged inside her swollen folds. “Would you like that, duchessa ? Stuffed full of cock and, even after, stuffed full of cum.”
“God, yes,” she called out as she climaxed, body arching into me like a bow, mouth opened on a silent scream, and cunt fucking milking me for everything I was worth.
I cursed between my teeth as fire erupted at the base of my spine where Adam was fucking me ruthlessly now, in a way I’d feel for weeks.
“Fill her up,” he demanded, driving into me so hard I lost my breath.
My sanity.
“Fill her up before I fill you up just the same,” he promised me.
And that was it.
I closed my eyes as terrifying pleasure collided with every molecule of my body, breaking me apart on an atomic level. Everything went white, then black then came back to life in brilliant, eye-searing colour as I spilled every drop of cum in my balls into Savvy’s still grasping pussy.
Adam came seconds later with a roar of triumph, slamming into me one last time, hands with a steel viselike grip against my hips, breath in my ear as he filled me up with cum for the first time in my life.
We lay there shivering and shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. I was pressed between them like flowers between the pages of a book—hot, sweaty, and bound to them in ways I would never want to change.
“ Ti amo ,” I said because the moment demanded it.
It truly seemed that we were one soul divided into three different bodies.
And at least for that moment, they must have agreed because almost in unison, they both kissed either side of my mouth, their tongues sweeping each other’s as they made to touch mine.
Each time we did this, I emerged a little bit different. A gradual process cut into segments with the same outcome as a caterpillar turning into some fire-drawn moth inside a cocoon.
And I wasn’t just in love with them for showing me this new side of myself.
I was falling in love with myself for the first time in my life, as well.