Page 43 of Seven Lost Summers
His chin is still slick with her, his gaze hungry, focused, wild in that quiet way that makes you want to hand over every piece of yourself just to see what he’ll do with it.
He doesn’t look away.
Neither do I.
I stroke my cock, it’s thick and aching, already hard for more.
Bianca crawls up my body, her skin blazing against mine. Her lips are slick, her cunt still dripping down her thighs. She crashes her mouth to mine, tongue pushing in before I can breathe, and I groan into her.
Her pussy grinds along my stomach, leaving a wet, hot trail I can’t ignore.
My hips jerk up on their own, my cock thick and aching again, trapped between us and desperate for more.
She shifts, and I catch the wet drag of her clit over my shaft. It’s fucking brutal. She lifts her hips, hovers over me, and I’m about to line myself up when I sense him.
Nate.
His hand wraps around my cock and I nearly choke on my breath. Firm, warm fingers stroke me once before holding me steady, guiding me to her pussy.
“Slide down,” he orders her. “Take him deep. I want to see you split open for him.”
Bianca lowers herself onto me slowly, as if she knows we’re all going to break from this. The head of my cock pushes into her soaked entrance, and Nate’s grip tightens around me, holding me steady as he lines it up just right.
She moans as she sinks down on me, inch by inch, and I take in every brutal detail—the stretch, the heat, the slick, the perfect drag of her pussy pulling me deeper. Her walls clamp around me like she doesn’t want to let go, like her body’s just as desperate for this as mine.
I groan, hands flying to her hips, fingers digging into soft skin as I fight to stay grounded while she fucks me open with every inch.
“Fuck—” The word rips out of me, the rest lost. “She’s so tight.”
“She’s fucking perfect,” Nate says, his voice low, heavy with something darker.
Behind her, Nate shifts, the bed dipping with his weight. His hands trail up her back, pressing her forward before sliding down over the curve of her ass. His thumbs part her cheeks, spreading her just enough to see where I’m buried inside her. He groans, the sound rough, almost pained.
“She looks so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, eyes locked between her legs. “You feel her?”
I nod, jaw clenched so tight I swear I can hear it crack.
Bianca lifts her hips a fraction before sinking back down, and I almost lose it. My cock’s buried to the hilt, pulsing, twitching with every drag of her body. Her pussy grips me tighter, like she’s already trying to milk me dry.
I stare up at her—hair a mess, mouth parted as she rides me, dragging me through every sweet, brutal second. I can’t breathe.
“Look at her,” Nate says. “Fucking dripping down your cock.”
I thrust up, can’t help it. I need it, desperate for more of this brutal rush of her pussy on my cock. Fuck, now I get why Nate was always chasing pussy. The drag, the heat, the fight to keep from blowing too soon.
Nate leans in, kissing the back of her shoulder before trailing lower, dragging his mouth across her spine. His tongue flicks out, tracing a wet path down her back.
She shudders, head tipping forward, a moan caught in her throat.
Every time she lifts off me, it tears me apart. Every time she sinks back down, I forget how to fucking breathe. Her tits bounce with every movement, her mouth spilling soft little gasps as her thighs tremble around me, caging me in.
I groan at the sight, the sound ripped straight from my chest. And fuck, I know it—she wants me. I catch it in the way she moves, the way she tightens when I thrust up to meet her, the way she whimpers when I grip her hips harder and grind into that spot that makes her whole body shiver.
I sense Nate shift behind her, catch the way he’s watching us—hungry, like he’s barely holding on. Then he steps away from the bed.
My eyes track him as he crosses the room.
A drawer slides open, and seconds later he’s back, naked. My brain stalls. His cock is hard, flushed, thick and heavy in his hand. His chest heaves, mouth parted, jaw tight, a condom packet already clenched in his grip.
