Page 123 of Seven Lost Summers
I hold onto his waist, drag him closer until we’re chest to chest, cock to cock, and it’s too much and not nearly enough. His teeth catch my lip, biting down enough to make my hips jerk and fuck, I’m gone.
We don’t stop kissing. We can’t.
And that’s when she touches us.
Quinn’s hands slip between our bodies, soft and small and goddamn sinful. One wraps around my cock—hot, slick, perfect—and the other closes around Nate’s. Her grip is confident, sure, as though she’s been waiting to touch both of us at the same time.
We break the kiss on the same ragged breath, foreheads pressed together, gasping into each other’s mouths as her hands start to stroke. Slow at first. Testing. Jerking us in tandem, dragging over every vein, every ridge, as though she wants to memorize the weight of us in her palms.
“Fuck,” I choke out, hips jerking into her fist without shame.
Nate groans low in my ear, his lips brushing my jaw before he drags them down my neck. He sucks hard enough to make me gasp, my head tipping back on instinct to give him more. His voice is rough when he growls against my skin, “Fuck her. I wanna watch you fuck her, Theo.”
It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard.
My cock throbs in Quinn’s hand, leaking into her grip, and his mouth crashes back onto mine, crushing and wet and desperate.
When we pull apart, our breaths are harsh and tangled, my lips brush his ear as I whisper, “Let’s fuck her together.”
A grin spreads across his face, all teeth and desire. He nods once.
Nate moves first, pulling the drawer open and tossing me a condom without a word. I tear the wrapper with my teeth, sliding the latex down over my thick, hard cock, giving one slow stroke, just to feel it.
Nate does the same, rolling his on. His jaw’s tight, breath sharp, and fuck, it’s obscene watching him like this, ready and fucking feral.
I sit on the edge of the bed and pull Quinn straight into my lap, dragging her over me until she’s straddling my thighs. Her skin is hot and flushed, her breath ragged as I crush my mouth to hers. There’s nothing soft in it. My tongue fucks her mouth, claiming every sound she tries to make while my hands drag over her body.
“You ready to take both of us, beautiful girl?” I growl against her lips.
My fingers slide between her legs, finding that wet, swollen spot that’s been begging for us all night. My cock jerks under her the moment I touch her slick heat.
“Ready to take us, to have this perfect little pussy split wide open?” I press the words into her mouth, my fingers teasing her entrance as she shudders in my lap.
Her moan spills out. She doesn’t even need to answer. That sound is all the fucking yes I’ll ever need.
She lifts herself, trembling, nails digging into my shoulders as she lines herself up. The second the head of my cock presses to that slick spot, my head tips back, a guttural groan ripping out of me.
“Fuck…” The words are half-breathed, half-growled, every muscle locking tight as she sinks down, inch by slow inch, taking me inside her.
She’s hot. Tight. Perfect.
Her thighs shake as she bottoms out, my cock buried to the hilt in her dripping cunt. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, dragging her down until I’m as deep as I can go.
“Jesus, Quinn…” I rasp against her skin, my teeth catching her collarbone. “You feel so fucking good.”
I lean back on my elbows, pulling her with me until she’s sprawled across my chest. Nate moves in behind her, the mattress dipping as he climbs up. His lips press to her back first, sliding higher until they reach her shoulder.
“You ever been fucked in the ass, Quinn?” he murmurs against her skin. His hand trails down her side, fingers brushing the curve of her ass. “Or do you want my cock buried in that perfect pussy with Theo’s?”
Her breath hitches. She freezes for a second in both our hands before whispering, “Yeah… I’ve been fucked up the ass.” Her voice is barely a breath. “Once.”
The sound Nate makes isn’t human. His head drops against her shoulder as though the words punched the air from his lungs.
“Fuck, tell me you loved it.” Nate rasps, his voice cracking as if the thought alone is going to push him over the fucking edge.
I know that sound.
Nate lives for anal. Always says it’s tighter, dirtier, the kind of fuck that brands you from the inside out. He fucking thrives on it. I’ve never gone there. Never had the chance. Because when we fuck together, he always claims that first.
