Page 20 of Seven Lost Summers (Broken Oasis #3)

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.

She starts to shake.

Not from pain. From the weight of it, from the way we’re both inside her, connected, full, and feral.

I reach up and brush her hair from her face. Her eyes open, dazed and glassy, lips parting.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” she breathes. “I didn’t know it could be this good.”

“I didn’t either,” I admit.

Nate pulls back a fraction, and she lets out a soft, wrecked sound. Her cunt flutters around me, and I nearly lose it.

Nate moves first.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, eyes squeezing shut as he relishes the tight drag of her around him. He braces, gripping her hips harder, steadying his thrust. His pace stays slow, giving her time to adjust.

Bianca cries out, her face buried in my neck, lips open against my skin. She trembles between us, gasping for breath, body stretched to the edge, and I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful.

Nate opens his eyes, glancing down at her back before locking on me. His jaw is tight, and I can see he’s barely holding it together.

I start to move, slow at first, hips flexing up, testing how much she can take. My cock drags through her soaked heat as Nate pushes deeper behind her.

She tenses above me, then moans, her head thrown back between us. She’s dripping.

Nate grinds into her ass, as his hands slide over her body.

Her hips roll forward, then back, caught in the rhythm we’ve built around her.

Each thrust drives her down onto me, her body yielding, taking everything.

She doesn’t hold back. She moves with us, chasing the rhythm like she can’t get enough.

Her thighs tremble, muscles tightening as she rides the wave, matching every shift of Nate’s hips with her own.

She shifts back, arching into Nate’s thrust, her hands braced on my chest for balance. Every time she rocks forward, she clenches around me, that perfect, pulsing grip. Each movement is so fucking good it rips the air from my lungs.

She’s not just taking us.

She’s using us, wringing out every ounce of her pleasure.

She moves with intent, chasing the friction, the stretch, the brutal fullness of it all.

Her breath stutters as she finds her angle, spine curving, ass pressing back against Nate while her pussy clamps down on me.

She rides us like she can’t get enough, like we’re the only thing holding her to this world.

And fuck, watching her like this—shameless, beautiful—it’s almost too much.

Nate groans behind her, his rhythm faltering, and she flutters around me again, her body on the verge. Her moans break into gasps as we fuck her slow and deep, dragging her closer to the edge with us.

Nate leans in, his voice rough against her ear.

“You want more?”

Her breath catches, and for a moment I think she’s about to fall apart. But she doesn’t.

She lifts her head, eyes wild and dark with need, and says it without a flicker of hesitation.

“Fuck yes.”

That’s all he needs. His hand slides to her front, down between us, until his fingers find her clit, slick, swollen from everything we’ve done to her.

The second he touches her, a broken moan rips out of her. Her whole body jolts, head dropping forward as her back arches between us.

Nate starts slow, building her up.

She whimpers, gasps, then moans so loud it slams into my chest. She grinds against his hand, chasing it, desperate, needy.

“Fuck,” I grit out, barely able to keep thrusting into her. “She’s gonna come.”

Nate doesn’t stop.

“Watch her,” he says, voice steady, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to both of us. “Don’t miss it.”

His fingers move faster, tight circles over her clit, slick sounds filling the room as her moans climb higher.

She cries out, thighs shaking.

I catch the tremor rippling through her, and then she breaks.

A scream tears out of her, and her pussy clamps down so hard I swear I see stars.

She shudders, hips jerking, the orgasm ripping through her in brutal waves. Her legs give out, her body collapsing forward, held up only by Nate’s arm around her waist and my cock still buried deep inside her.

She doesn’t stop shaking. Her nails dig into my skin as her whole body gives out.

“Fuck,” I whisper, too stunned to move. “She’s unreal.”

She’s still moaning, breath ragged, clinging to us like she can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins.

And I can’t stop staring—fucked out and trembling, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Bianca lies boneless against me, breath stuttering at my throat, skin slick with sweat, body still shaking. She’s wrecked from coming, but she keeps moving with us—grinding, dragging me deeper like she doesn’t know how to stop.

And I can’t stop either.

My hands shake against her hips. Every time Nate thrusts into her from behind, he drives her forward, slamming me deeper.

“Shit,” I choke out, my voice breaking. “I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”

I break.

My head snaps back, one hand clutching her waist, the other clawing into the sheets. And I fucking come.

It slams through me hard. My whole body locking as I spill inside her, thick and hot, my cock pulsing with every surge. A sound tears out of my chest, guttural and helpless. She whimpers when she feels it, face still buried in my neck, taking every drop.

My thighs quake, my stomach caves, and my vision goes white.

Behind her, Nate groans.

“That’s it,” he pants. “Fuck, Theo. You feel that?”

I can’t even speak. I just nod, breathless, still half-lost in it.

But Nate’s still going.

His grip clamps harder on her hips, his other hand sliding down her back to press her lower, opening her wider for him.

He drives into her rougher now, sharper, his groans coming faster.

He’s chasing it—his own high. I can hear it in every breath, every thrust, the way he fucks into her like he needs to drown in it.

I turn my head just enough to catch her face—her mouth falling open, eyes fluttering shut as she moans with every thrust. Every sound she makes sinks under my skin.

Behind her, Nate tenses, his breath hitching.

He groans her name. “Fuck—Bianca—shit—”

His hips stutter, rhythm faltering for half a second before he slams back into her, hard and deep. The bed shudders with it. His grip on her waist tightens, holding her steady as he buries himself again. Then he stills, head dropping forward—

And I see it.

He’s coming.

His whole body locks up—chest heaving, muscles straining. His jaw clenches so tight the veins in his neck stand out, and he groans again, louder this time, broken and breathless. The sound lodges in my chest.

I watch his shoulders sag forward toward her as he stays buried deep, coming hard.

I don’t have to ask, I know she feels every brutal pulse of it. Fuck, he’s beautiful like this.

He’s still spilling, dragging his cock slowly out of Bianca’s ass before pushing back in, riding it out like he can’t stop. As if he needs to empty every last drop.

Bianca whimpers on top of me, her body twitching between us.

I take in the way his hand sprawls across her back, the way he groans one last time before going still. His breathing is rough as his gaze stays locked on where we’re joined.

Slowly, he pulls out, his breath catching with a sharp hiss and a muttered, “Fuck.”

His hands linger on her hips, thumbs pressing into the curve of her ass like he doesn’t want to let go.

Bianca’s chest heaves, hair falling around her face in a sweaty halo. She’s trembling, and I can’t tell if it’s from what we did, or from how hard she came.

Nate leans over her, dragging his mouth along her spine, kissing the back of her shoulder.

“You were fucking amazing,” he breathes. “The way you took both of us.”

I nod, still stunned.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I rasp.

She lets out a soft sound, something between a laugh and a broken moan, but doesn’t lift her head.

She lands on her back between us, legs still spread, pussy slick and swollen, eyes glassy and blown wide with whatever the fuck we just gave her. I can’t stop staring.

While Nate crosses the room to toss the condom in the trash, I reach out, pushing her hair back from her face. My fingers tremble.

She looks at me, and something in my chest cracks open.

And I kiss her.

It’s not rushed. It’s everything I haven’t figured out how to say yet.

She sighs into my mouth, one hand brushing over my chest.

And fuck, I don’t want to stop.

When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead against hers and breathe her in.

I get it now.

Why Nate chased pussy as if it were oxygen. For a year, he tried to drag me into his world. Told me to stop wasting my dick. Said it would fix the fucked-up shit in my head. Promised the scars wouldn’t burn every time someone got too close.

I told him to fuck off. Every time. I didn’t want it. Didn’t see the point. But now I fucking get it. Now I know what it means to lose yourself in something too good to survive. To finally let go.

This isn’t only about sex.

This is her.

The way she sees me. Pussy was never the missing piece. It was always her.

And fuck, now I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.

When the kiss breaks, Nate’s already climbing back onto the bed. He drops beside her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then another to her cheek. His hand drifts over her ribs, and he looks at her like she’s something sacred.

“You were fucking amazing,” he says, his voice more honest in those four words than I’ve heard in years.

Bianca smiles, turning her face toward him. Their foreheads touch, breaths mingling, and for a moment I can only stare at them.

I push off the bed, pull off the condom, and head for the trash can, my body still thrumming, my cock still half-hard, refusing to believe this is over.

When I turn around, they’re still there, tangled, silent. Nate’s hand rests on her hip, his other tracing slow circles down her spine. She’s tucked against his chest, fingers curled into him as if she belongs nowhere else.

For a moment, I wonder if I should move.

Walk away.

Give them space.

Pretend I’m not standing here, still reeling, still hard, still caught in everything we just did.

But I don’t.

I climb back onto the bed instead, moving slow as if any sudden shift might break it. My hand finds the outside of her thigh, still trembling. I press my chest to her back, bury my face in the curve of her neck, and breathe her in.

Nate shifts, and he stays silent, his hand finds mine where it rests on her skin.

We stay there.

Three bodies, tangled together, and for the first time in a long fucking time, I don’t feel so alone.