Page 44 of Seven Lost Summers
He doesn’t open it gently.
He tears it with his teeth, ripping the foil in one sharp motion before spitting the wrapper aside. I watch his mouth fall open as he rolls it on, his eyes never leaving Bianca’s body.
He kneels behind Bianca, his hands gliding up her back before sliding down to her ass. He spreads her wide, staring at the way I sink into her, her slick cunt stretched tight around my cock.
I catch the shift in her breathing. She tips forward, chest pressing to mine, lips brushing my neck. Her hair spills over my shoulder as her fingers clutch at me like she needs something to hold on to.
Nate shifts closer behind her, his knees sinking into the mattress. He leans in and spits—the sound wet and obscene in the quiet. The slick lands on her ass, and his fingers trace slowly over the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks.
Bianca whimpers.
Nate works his fingers through the slick trail, spreading it in slow, deliberate circles. He smears it over her hole, teasing, and she moans loud, her body jerking on top of me. Her pussy clamps down hard around my cock.
I groan, burying my hands in her hair. The way her body reacts to him hits something deep in me. I catch every twitch, every tremble. My cock throbs inside her, and I swear I can feel her heartbeat in the way her cunt squeezes me.
Nate takes his time. He spits again, smearing the slick across her with his fingers.
Bianca shudders as his fingers work in careful motions.
He shifts behind her, lining his cock up with her ass. I tilt my head, catching him through the curtain of her hair, the rigid line of his jaw, the way his breathing comes broken and uneven.
Nate shifts forward, chest heaving, his cock hard in his hand, condom stretched tight. He strokes himself once, eyes gone dark as he presses in. The tip pushes against her tight entrance, and her breath catches on my throat. Her thighs clamp around my hips, her nails digging into my chest.
I catch the flicker of fear in her eyes, but beneath it there’s still want.
Nate pushes forward again. She flinches, her body jolting.
I grip her tighter, my mouth at her ear. “Are you okay.”
She nods, pressing her forehead to mine.
Nate closes his eyes, savoring the stretch as he pushes deeper into her ass. I know it’s his first time fucking a chick there. He would’ve told me if he’d done it before. We share everything. His grip tightens on her hips, and when his eyes open again, they lock on mine.
“She’s so fucking tight,” he groans.
“Take it slow,” I tell him.
He nods and holds still for a beat before easing forward, inch by inch. His mouth falls open, no sound at first, just shaky, ragged breaths.
Bianca gasps, her back arching.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Nate says.
She shakes her head, lips parted.
“Keep going,” she whispers.
He pushes deeper, her body stretching around him as her pussy clamps down on me again. I can’t think past the way she’s taking both of us.
Bianca exhales, breath breaking into fast, shallow waves as Nate sinks further in. Her body trembles, loosens, then tightens again, fighting and yielding all at once as she struggles to take it.
“God,” she gasps. “I feel both of you.”
Nate pauses halfway in, one hand pressed to her back. His mouth finds her shoulder, kissing her there, soft, steady, anchoring.
“You’re taking both of us so fucking well,” he mutters.
Then he pushes the rest of the way, slow but relentless, until his hips press flush to her ass and we’re buried inside her together. She’s stretched to the limit, cunt and ass stuffed full, and I don’t know how she’s still breathing.
