Page 40 of Seven Lost Summers
And I did.
Fuck, I didn’t hesitate. I simply gave in. Let it happen without a second of logic. No pause. No breath. And now there’s no crawling back from this.
She’s kneeling in front of me, her mouth on my cock, her lips sliding down over the part of me I let no one touch. And all I can do is sit here and take it, legs tense, fingers buried in her hair, my whole fucking world narrowed down to the heat of her mouth and the way Nate is breathing next to me.
Every sound Bianca makes, every drag of her tongue, every time her throat flutters around me, has got my heart pounding like it’s trying to tear through my ribs. My hands grip harder, not to control her, but to anchor myself. Because I’m fucking floating, untethered, lost in something I don’t understand how to survive.
This is so much more than I imagined.
Filthier. Hotter. Messier in all the ways that leave me fucked and wanting more. It’s not only her mouth. It’s her.
The way she looked at me before sinking to her knees, eyes full of something that cut right through the damage and didn’t flinch. Her hands on me with this steady need, as if every scar made sense to her.
And suddenly there’s Nate beside me, close enough that our arms keep brushing.
That should shut me down. Should have me pulling away, pretending none of this is getting to me. But it doesn’t. It tightens everything. Nate heats it. Twists it into something I don’t want to fight.
His eyes are on me. Burning through the space between us.
Watching.
Wanting.
Every time she moans around my cock, his breath stutters. Fuck, that does something to me. I’m certain I couldn’t do this without him here next to me.
I turn my head and catch him palming his cock through his jeans, as if he’s barely holding on. I can tell how close he is to losing it. The hunger’s right there, eating through whatever’s left of his control.
I want to witness him fall apart. I’ve never thought that before, especially about him. But now I want it. I need to see her mouth on him the way it’s wrapped around me. Watching him come undone in the heat of it is all I can think about.
I drop my gaze back to Bianca as she slides down my shaft, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking what her mouth can’t reach. Her eyes hold mine, filled with heat and something that hits dangerously close to affection.
I bite down a groan, my head tipping back, breath catching as she speeds up, her rhythm steady and fucking perfect. I want to tell her to stop so it lasts. But I’m too far gone. One more stroke. One more second.
Nate’s voice cuts through. “Are you okay?”
I manage a nod, barely.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Fuck… yeah.”
He leans in closer, mouth near my ear, and that alone nearly pushes me over the edge.
“She looks so fucking good on her knees for you,” he whispers, voice dripping with something dangerous. “You should see your face right now.”
I groan, head tipping forward, eyes fluttering open barely enough to catch Bianca still working me over like she wants to own every piece of me.
All I can think is… I never realized it could be this good, and we’ve barely started. Her mouth is heaven and sin all at once.
I’m not only hard. I’m fucking throbbing.
Every nerve under my skin is on fire, and I can’t stop staring at her. The way she moves. The way she holds me in the back of her throat.
She moans around me, and I groan, the sound ripping straight from my chest.
I glance to the side.
Fuck, Nate’s beautiful.
I know now why chicks fall over themselves to get close. I get it. And it’s messing with my head more than I want to admit. I don’t understand why that thought hits me now. Maybe it’s always been there, buried under years of looking away.
