Chapter 43
Forty-Three
ANDREA
We shouldn’t be doing this. I know that. They know that.
Cade is sick.
Seba is working for my father.
And I’m supposed to be in my cage.
But here we are, high-tailing it on a collision course to hell with no breaks.
Connected at the mouth, Seba backs Cade through the maze of boxes cluttering the chapel storage room without ever dropping my hand. It’s a dance: a push-pull of chaos and control. In the flickering light of a dying bulb, the sensual movement of their bodies appears even more illicit.
They’re hypnotic.
I tug my fingers free.
Seba pauses, glancing over his shoulder, his hair mussed, and brow lowered in concern. He releases Cade and pinches my chin, tilting my face up to slot his lips over mine. I kiss him back, welcoming the familiar scrape of his stubble.
“Show me how you take him apart,” I whisper.
He blinks in disbelief.
“Can we get naked already?” Cade whines.
Seba cuffs his stepbrother by the throat. “If you want me to touch you, you’re gonna have to listen.”
Cade bites back a smirk. “Make me.”
Seba’s fingers flex, thumb pressing his pulse point. “You wanna come?”
Cade nods.
“Then do as I say.”
Desire coils in my core. I squeeze my thighs together to stave off the building ache, but there’s no relief. Not when Seba strokes Cade’s jaw affectionately. Or when he stares longingly at Cade’s lips. Or when he murmurs, “Strip. And get on all fours facing our girl.”
Cade takes his sweet time shucking off his jeans, boxers and shirt before lowering to the threadbare carpet.
He’s a fallen angel cut from marble. I drink in the sight of his lithe figure, slim waist, and flawless skin.
When my gaze travels through the valleys of his pelvis to land on his cock, saliva floods my mouth.
The glistening tip points at me, rivulets of precum dribbling down his rigid length.
I sink to my knees and comb the hair out of his eyes.
“Kiss him.”
My head snaps to Seba as he joins us on the floor behind Cade and unzips his jeans. He shoves them down his muscular thighs, his rough, callused hands palming Cade’s smooth, bare ass. He shivers and arches into Seba’s possessive touch.
“Now, sweetheart.”
I feel the command in my clit. “Yes, sir.”
Chocolate eyes melt as I close the space between Cade and me. While we lazily kiss, Seba spreads Cade wider and lowers his head to lick the top of his crease.
“Fuck yes,” Cade pants. “Please, please, please—”
I know the second Seba’s tongue reaches his hole. Cade moans into my mouth while simultaneously shoving back on Seba’s face. Mewling and whimpering. A beautiful writhing mess.
It’s intoxicating. Erotic. Filthy.
I can’t help sneaking my hand down the front of my shorts to rub myself.
“That’s it,” Cade gasps. “Get that pussy ready for me.”
My heartbeat accelerates.
Seba slaps Cade’s ass.
“Holyfuckyes.”
Then his dominating glare turns to me. “Pants off.”
I shimmy out of the denim while he drags two thick fingers through Cade’s crease, making pass after pass over his rim. He bucks with a groan of frustration. But Seba’s attention remains on me. “Panties too.”
When I shed the final layer, both of their gazes turn feral, fueling the inferno within me.
His fingers fuck Cade faster. “Make our girl come.”
“I knew there was a beast in you,” Cade snickers. Another hard spank cracks his ass. He throws his head back and moans.
“You don’t get to come until she does,” Seba threatens.
That whips him in line. “Come here, pretty little sinner.” A devilish grin. “I’m famished.”
Fighting my nerves, I position myself under him. My body thrums with anticipation. The second his hot breath ghosts where I need him most, lust overrides everything else. And when the flat of his tongue covers me?
“Oh my fucking god.”
A dark chuckle. “Don’t call out for Him while I eat this sweet pussy. Say my name. Scream for me.”
My hips roll to meet his mouth again. “Cade.”
His laugh vibrates through me, adding to the symphony of sensations overloading my system. With every swirl and suck, I ascend higher, but my gaze stays glued to Seba’s arm as he pumps his fingers into Cade.
“How does he feel, Seb?”
“Like he needs more.”
Cade nods, moaning against my clit. Tingles ripple all the way to my scalp as I teeter on the edge.
“I’m— I’m so close,” I gasp, the pulling in my core nearing unbearable.
“Come for us, sweetheart,” Seba commands.
Crescendo.
This— what we're doing here— is worship.
Still riding the high, I crack my eyelids to watch Seba withdraw his fingers and spit on Cade’s hole. Cade lifts his head, lips red and dripping.
“C’mere,” Seba rasps, hauling him upright to devour my climax from his lips.
Cade widens his knees as he sits back on Seba’s thighs.
“I need you inside me,” he begs as his engorged cock smears precum all over his stomach and pelvis. I crawl forward, fixated on the pulsing veins.
Seba nods in encouragement. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
I do as I’m told.
“Don’t suck. Just hold him.”
My lips close around his tip.
“Oh fuck,” Cade groans as Seba begins lowering him onto his cock. “You’re gonna wreck me.”
“Yeah,” Seba breathes. “We are.”
Once Cade is fully seated, a low groan emanates from Seba’s chest. Hooded eyes, parted lips— they’re strung out on each other.
“Christ,” Seba pants. He tests a thrust. Salty precum coats my tongue. Both Cade and I whimper. He thrusts again. “You’re strangling my cock, baby.”
Cade moans, grinding himself on Seba’s lap as his cockhead bumps the roof of my mouth. I hum around him.
Their rhythm quickly dissolves from sensual to brutal. Slapping and grunting and moaning. Lost to each other and the passion of their bodies. Seba’s glazed eyes lock on mine.
“On your back, baby girl.”
I release Cade with a pop. He humps the air desperately, face scrunched in anguish as I lie down and part my legs. Then Seba guides him between my thighs, rubbing his cock through the wetness.
“Do you want him inside you?” Seba asks.
I nod.
“Words, little sinner,” Cade whispers.
“I want you.”
The blunt head of his cock pushes at my entrance. I tilt my hips, giving him better access.
Seba’s teeth tug on Cade’s ear. “Slow.”
The pressure steals the oxygen from my lungs. My eyes close, my nails digging into Cade’s shoulders. His voice slices through the burn. “Touch yourself, pretty girl.”
I slip my fingers between us and find that sensitive spot, still tender from my recent climax. Delicious shivers rack my body as the pain subsides. The fullness feels… good. I just need him to…
“Move.”
“Thank god,” Seba grunts. Cade’s laugh is cut off by a moan as his stepbrother begins fucking him again, every thrust driving Cade into me harder. Faster. Hitting a spot deep in me. Lighting me up.
Above us, Seba’s hips jerk. “Get her there, baby.”
Bracing himself on an elbow, Cade knocks my hand away and takes over, expertly circling and flicking my clit while grinding and—
My walls ripple around his cock.
“Oh fuck, Seba, she’s coming and I’m—” Cade gasps.
Roughly, Seba rips him out right as the first burst of cum erupts from his dick. Sitting back on his heels, he pounds into Cade over and over, his grip bruising. Streams of cum pulse from Cade, his moans bordering on sobs.
“Fuck!” Seba shouts, hugging Cade tight as he rides out his release. They collapse on either side of me, their lips roaming over my cheeks, my neck, my eyes. I grin, lazily kissing them back, drifting in a sea of ecstasy when I hear a curse.
There’s a silhouette in the doorway.
And I know, in my bones, that God has abandoned me for good.