Page 19 of Seven Lost Summers (Broken Oasis #3)

Nate flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue, once, then again, faster, until her breath stutters. A moan spills out of her, her hand flying to his hair.

He groans into her like he’s addicted to her taste. His tongue flattens, dragging slow through her folds, tracing every inch as if he wants to memorize her. Then he sucks her clit into his mouth, harder this time, and I catch her knees nearly giving out.

“Fuck, Nate,” she moans. “Holy shit, don’t stop.”

He pulls back for a second, mouth wet, lips red, and his eyes find mine.

“She’s so fucking sweet,” he rasps, before diving back in, burying his face against her.

This time he goes deeper, tongue slipping lower to tease her entrance, and she moans so loud it echoes off the walls.

He fucks her with his tongue, one hand gripping her ass while the other glides up her stomach to her breast. His palm closes over her tit, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he licks and sucks, tongue-fucking her until her whole body trembles.

I stroke my cock harder, eyes locked on them.

It has to be so good—Bianca’s eyes are closed, mouth open, chest heaving.

She looks gorgeous. As if she’s hanging by a thread, and Nate’s the only thing holding her up.

A gasp tears out of her as she grabs his hair with both hands and clings on, her whole body shaking.

Nate groans again, louder this time, sucking hard on her clit. She’s trembling so badly I think she’s about to come already, but he pulls back. His mouth is slick, lips swollen and red, his face flushed.

She’s gasping, on the edge, already swaying from the force of what he’s done.

“Go fuck him,” Nate says. “I want to watch you take his cock.”

Bianca stares at him for half a breath, lips parted, before shifting her gaze to me.

My hands shake as I fumble with the condom wrapper, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. My cock is heavy, the tip flushed red and leaking from watching what Nate just did to her.

The foil tears in my hand, and the moment the wrapper’s open, I feel it—their eyes. Both of them.

I glance up and catch Bianca at the end of the bed, skin flushed, lips parted like she still hasn’t caught her breath. Her hair’s amess, cheeks pink, chest rising fast. Her eyes stay locked on me as I roll the condom down over my cock, that kind of focus making my skin burn.

Nate’s there too, still on his knees, eyes fixed on my hand around my cock. His jaw is tight, shoulders tense, his chin glistening with the slick he just licked from her pussy.

Both of them are locked on me, watching my hand slide over my cock as I adjust the condom. My fingers work slow and tight around the base, stroking once, twice more, trying to get it right, trying not to fall apart from the way they’re looking at me.

Bianca’s eyes meet mine first, and fuck, she’s beautiful like this—desperate, unguarded, still chasing the edge of an orgasm she hasn’t come down from. Her gaze is hazy, heavy with want, lips parted like she needs more of us just to survive.

Nate’s eyes find mine next.

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.

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.