Page 115 of Seven Lost Summers
Her whimper hits my ears and fuck, I do the same thing again. Faster. Rougher. Messier. My mouth moves on her like she’s my last fucking meal.
“Fuck her with your fingers,” Theo orders.
I push two fingers into her while I eat her. My tongue flicking her clit while my fingers curl inside her.
“Come for us,” Theo growls, his lips dragging along the shell of her ear. “Soak his tongue. Drench his fucking face. Let that needy little pussy scream for both our cocks.”
Her moans come out broken. Desperate little sounds that tell me she’s hanging on by a single frayed thread. Every flick of my tongue rips another twitch from her thighs, another gasp, another flood of slick heat spilling straight down my throat.
I flatten my tongue against her clit and grind, dragging over that swollen bundle of nerves. She bucks hard, her hips jerking in Theo’s grip, her whole body begging to snap under us.
“Fuck, Nate… do you know how fucking hot this is, watching you eat pussy?” Theo’s voice is rough, cracking at the edges, and the words hit me like a match to gasoline.
He’s never said anything that raw to me before. Never stepped over that kind of line. The weight of it sinks under my skin, and for a split second I can’t tell if Quinn’s heat between us is what’s driving him, or if having her here is the thing that finally makes him let go in a way he never has.
Theo’s grip clamps down, his hands digging into her thighs, locking her to him.
“You hear that?” he growls, breath hot against her ear. “Those wet, sloppy sounds. That’s a man starving for your pussy. You’re gonna come for him. You’re gonna soak his face, flood his mouth, because that’s what he fucking wants.”
She lets out a broken whimper and then the release tears through her. Her body seizes in Theo’s arms, back bowing, tits thrust up as if offering herself to the moment. The sound that rips out of her throat isn’t pretty—it’s guttural. She’s gone, unraveling against us, coming so hard the rush turns violent, her pussy clenching around my fingers, pulsing against my tongue.
She’s dripping everywhere, spilling down my chin as her hips twitch helplessly. I growl into her, eating her through the storm, dragging my tongue over every trembling inch of her cunt. I don’t let her breathe through the waves—I take the air from her, stroke by stroke, sucking every last drop until she’s wrung out and shaking, nothing but a perfect mess in Theo’s arms.
I keep licking her. Pinning her right in that peak, holding her in the aftershock where every nerve screams and every inch of her begs.
She tries to twist away, hips jerking, her body desperate to escape the overload, but Theo’s grip just clamps harder.
“Take it,” he growls against her ear. “Take every fucking thing he’s giving you. Ride the rush. Feel every second burn.”
She whimpers, gasping like she’s drowning in the pleasure. Her breath stutters, catching on a sob that sounds too close to breaking, but her pussy doesn’t stop. The spasms clamp around my fingers, pulsing against my tongue.
“That’s it,” Theo mutters, his eyes locked on my mouth working her pussy. He watches my tongue flick her clit slow and mean, dragging her back under until she’s shaking in his arms. “Let the release keep tearing through you. That pretty little pussy isn’t finished. Not until we say she’s done.”
I sense Theo’s eyes on me, and I meet them.
We’ve never done this before, not with the groupies, not with anyone who came and went without mattering. But this isn’t some backstage fuck we’ll forget tomorrow, and we both know that.
This is Quinn.
And that makes everything different.
I can read it in his stare, the same thought ripping through him that’s clawing through me: drag this out. Burn her into our skin. Into our memory. Make it last all fucking night, because we don’t know if we’ll ever get to touch her this way again.
Her scream rips through the air, and my eyes snap back to her.
She’s not just coming.
She’s unraveling, falling apart in the most fucking beautiful way I’ve ever seen. Her head tips back against Theo’s shoulder, mouth open on a cry that sounds more like surrender than pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed, her whole body shakes between us as if she’s coming undone from the inside out.
Soft whimpers climb into high, shattered moans, every pulse of her orgasm stealing the breath right from her lungs. Her thighs quiver in Theo’s grip, while her nails dig into his arms, scraping his skin.
I finally pull back, my tongue wet, my face soaked in her juices. My jaw aches, my cock throbs hard enough to hurt, but none of that fucking matters.
I look up at her, and fuck me… she’s gone. Completely destroyed in the most perfect way possible.
I drag the back of my hand across my mouth, smearing the mess she left on me before licking her taste off my lips.
Theo catches my eye and grins. All teeth and heat. That cocky edge sliding back into his face. His mouth drops to her neck, lips brushing over her flushed, trembling skin, and she twitches in his hold.
