Page 114 of Seven Lost Summers
Spread open for me.
Slick.
Every glistening inch of her cunt exposed. Her pussy looks fucking sinful, soft flesh wet and swollen, shining with the kind of need you can smell in the air. The sight is primal, crawling under my skin until the burn tears straight through me.
She’s not just a girl right now. She’s a fucking offering. A gift from the heavens.
Theo’s chest rises hard behind her, breath scraping through his teeth as he leans his head against hers, his mouth grazing her temple. His eyes lower, meeting mine over her open body, and nothing in them is soft. Nothing hesitant. Just pure fucking want.
The room falls away.
No longer walls and air and space—only her.
Theo holds her wide and trembling.
I’m on my knees between her thighs, hands shaking as if I’ve been starving for years and someone finally threw me a taste.
I drag my fingers up the inside of her thighs, slow enough to feel every tremor in her muscles. My fingers move closer until I ghost over the heat of her, and my vision fucking blurs. My mouth’s already watering.
I look up again, my eyes drifting between hers and Theo’s stare over her shoulder.
The three of us caught in this filthy, feral moment.
“She’s all yours, Nate,” Theo growls.
His fingers dig harder into her thighs, forcing her wide. He looks at me over her open body, pupils black, jaw tight, and the hunger in his gaze isn’t just for her. That hunger is for me too.
“Fuck… let me watch you,” he snarls, the words dripping in filth and need. “I want to see your tongue all over her. I want to watch her scream with your mouth on her pussy. Do it, Nate. Ruin her for the both of us. Show me how you make her come so hard she forgets her own name. I want to see you tear her apart.”
Quinn’s head tips back, lips parted as if she’s trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are blown and glassy.
Then my gaze drags to him.
Theo’s stare is locked on me over her trembling body, pupils dark, his chest rising sharp against her back. Nothing hides in his eyes.
I hold his gaze for a beat longer than I should.
His eyes are locked on mine, and fuck… this is a line we’ve never crossed. The one we’ve both danced around for years but never dared to touch. And now we’re here, toeing that edge together, and the worst part is not knowing what the fuck happens if we finally cross it.
I drop my head, dragging my tongue up her pussy in one slow, deliberate stroke that leaves her trembling in Theo’s grip. The first rush floods my tongue and tears the air out of my chest. Hot and sweet. A sharp tang of her arousal sliding over my tongue, making my whole body tighten.
Her slick coats my lips, seeps into my mouth, and clings to the back of my throat until she’s all I can breathe.
Her moan rips out loud. There’s no holding that sound back. It spills out of her. Every drag of my tongue tears it from her body.
I keep my eyes on Quinn as I push in deeper, forcing my tongue inside her until I’m savoring her from the inside out. The heat of her pussy wraps around me, and fuck, she’s so tight the sensation makes my whole body jolt. She pulses against my tongue, a desperate, frantic clench that drags a groan straight out of my chest. The pull has me devouring her harder, needing every drop of her across my lips.
I fuck her with my mouth, curling my tongue deep until I can sense every tiny flutter inside her cunt. The wet sounds spilling out, the taste of her coating my lips, dripping down my chin, drowning me in everything she is.
I lift my eyes and see Theo watching me over her trembling body, his lips parted against her shoulder. With his eyes locked on me while I’m buried between her legs, the moment feels filthy in a way that makes my whole body burn. Every flick of my tongue isn’t just for her—it’s for him. Every wet stroke is me showing him how I’ll ruin her, letting him see it.
Her moans spill out louder, needier with every second. Each time my tongue drags over her clit, she jerks hard in Theo’s arms.
But Theo only tightens his grip on her thighs, holding her steady while her body trembles between us. A growl rumbles out of him. “Fuck, Nate… make her come all over your fucking mouth.”
“Do you feel that, baby?” he murmurs, lips brushing her ear. “That tongue dragging through your pussy like it fucking owns you. That’s what being wanted is, what it means to be devoured, to be used exactly the way this greedy little cunt’s been begging for.”
I seal my mouth over her clit, sucking hard, pulling the swollen bud deep between my lips until a moan rips from her throat. I let go only to drag my tongue over her again. I circle her clit, teasing, then swipe the tip over that perfect spot that makes her legs jerk violently in Theo’s grip.
