Page 41 of Seven Lost Summers
But now, with Bianca on her knees, her mouth full of me, and Nate right beside me… I can’t escape it.
He glances over and our eyes meet. His lips part slightly. His breath catches. There’s this moment that hums between us.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
The thought comes so fast, so violently, I nearly flinch. My body tenses, cock twitching in Bianca’s mouth, my pulse hammering in my throat. I shouldn’t want that. I don’t even understand what that means. But I do. I fucking want it. Not instead of her. But with this. With her. With him. It scares the fucking shit out of me.
I groan, loud, my free hand clutching the edge of the mattress like I need something to hold me down.
My whole body seizes as I come hard, hips jerking, a ragged, helpless groan ripping from my throat. My eyes lock on Bianca as I fall apart, and it’s like something inside me explodes. My orgasm rips through me, hard and hot, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t fucking hide.
My cock pulses, spilling into Bianca’s mouth. Her hand still works me, drawing every drop out as if she knows I’ve experienced nothing close to this. My thighs shake as my stomach caves. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I drop back onto the mattress, wrecked in a way I never imagined was possible.
Nate leans in and presses his palm flat against my chest as though he needs to be sure my heart’s still beating. He’s close enough that I can sense his heat, his smell, that’s been driving me insane since this whole fucked-up thing started.
He says nothing. His hand stays there for a second, before he moves, lowers his head, puts his mouth to my skin and presses a kiss, right over my heart.
His lips stay there, and I swear I forget how to breathe. My heart’s going fucking wild, beating straight into his mouth, telling him everything I’m too much of a coward to say. I stare up at the ceiling, ribs heaving, my cock still twitching, still sticky with spit, and I bite down on the thing in my throat that wants to come out. I’m too scared they’ll fuck everything up. Too scared that once I say it, it will break everything we are.
?Nate pulls back barely enough to meet my eyes.
“I told you,” he says. “It’s good, right?”
Bianca shifts between my legs, dragging her mouth from my cock, lips swollen and wet, breath coming out hard. She crawls up my body, straddling my hips with that slick heat between her thighs pressed against my stomach.
Nate hasn’t moved yet; he still rests on one elbow staring at me, one hand stroking his cock.
Bianca leans down and kisses me. Her lips crash into mine, and I taste myself on her tongue. Her mouth is open, greedy and hot. She kisses me like she wants to crawl inside my fucking mouth and live there.
I kiss her back, fingers digging into her waist as I groan into her mouth, already fucking gone.
Suddenly Nate moves.
His arm brushes mine as he reaches for something. She doesn’t stop kissing me. Her body grinds against mine; that slick pussy over my abs makes me moan again. My head’s spinning. I’m not only ready for more. I’m fucking desperate for it.
Bianca pulls back and sits up. I turn my head to see Nate. He’s holding out a condom.
“You want her?” he asks.
My hand shakes as I take the condom from him.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Fuck, yeah, I do.”
Bianca laughs as she lifts off me.
I sit up ready to open the packet, but Nate stands and moves in front of her, his presence pulling gravity with it.
He doesn’t look at me. All of his focus is on Bianca now.
I take in the way he kisses her softly, his lips lingering before he pulls back. His fingers trail along her jaw, his thumb grazing the corner of her mouth, and she sighs into it. His hand keeps moving, sliding down over the curve of her ass before finding the zipper of her short skirt and tugging it down,
The second it falls around her feet she steps out of it.
My eyes drop to her ass as he sinks to his knees in front of her. His hands grip her thighs high above the knee, sliding upward in a slow, deliberate path until they reach the tiny black thong, soaked straight through. He hooks his fingers beneath the fabric and looks up at her. She nods without a word.
He peels it down inch by inch, dragging the fabric over her thighs, past her knees. She lifts each foot for him, and he slides it off before tossing it carelessly aside.
Nate stays there, hands planted firmly on her thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles as his gaze fixes on her bare pussy. He leans in, nose brushing against her, eyes fluttering shut as he drags in a breath. The sound that rips from his chest is raw, almost inhuman.
