Page 43 of Seven Lost Summers (Broken Oasis #3)

Instinct drives the action. My palm outlines the bulge in my jeans, fingers wrapping around my cock through the denim, giving myself a slow stroke just to keep from losing my fucking mind.

The pressure isn’t enough, not even close, but this is all I can do to stop myself from shoving her to the floor and burying my face between her legs right fucking now.

The scent of her hits, and everything outside this moment dies.

All that exists is this dripping cunt and the feral, starving need to taste every drop of her.

I spread her open with my fingers, dragging the slick folds apart.

The sight is fucking savage. Shining. Dripping.

My mouth waters so bad I can already sense her on my tongue.

My cock pulses, a brutal, aching throb that has me biting back a groan.

Every part of me strains toward her, chest tight, lungs raw, the need to get my tongue in her so heavy the pressure borders on pain.

I want her flavor smeared over my lips, running down my chin, soaking my tongue until I can’t breathe without her.

I want her shaking apart on my face, sobbing my name into the air while I drag every filthy sound out of her body.

“Fuck,” I rasp, the words shredded and low as I glance up at Theo. “You see this shit. She’s dripping. This greedy little pussy is begging to be split wide open and fucked so deep she won’t walk tomorrow.”

Theo peels his mouth from her neck, lips wet, eyes black with want. A dark, filthy grin curves his mouth.

“Lick her,” Theo snarls, his voice full of filth, every word vibrating against her skin.

“Get your fucking tongue in that pussy. Make her scream for more. Make her come so hard she forgets her own name. I want to see her dripping down your face, shaking all over you while I hold her open. Go on, Nate. Taste her. Take everything Quinn’s pussy gives when she’s already cock-drunk before either of us have even fucked her. ”

Her whole body jerks at his words, a soft, broken whimper spilling out, and that’s all the permission I need.

I grab the thin lace at her hips and tear.

The fabric rips away under my hands, and the second the barrier is gone, her hips jerk instinctively. A soft, startled sound escapes her throat.

Theo doesn’t say a fucking word. He doesn’t have to.

Hunger takes over his body, pure instinct, and before I can breathe, he’s bending low, his palms sliding under the backs of her thighs.

His hands grip her tight, rough enough to make her whimper, and then he lifts her clean off the floor, effortless in his strength.

Quinn lets out another gasp. Her head tips back, neck arching, her face turning into the crook of Theo’s neck as he locks her in his grip. His hands are clamped around her thighs, fingers digging into soft skin, holding her wide and open for me.

Her arms scramble, reaching for something to steady herself, but Theo has her caged against him, her back molded to his chest. She’s not going anywhere. His hands tighten, pulling her thighs further apart until she whimpers, that high, wrecked sound that makes my pulse crash against my ribs.

And then I see her.

Spread open for me.

Slick.

Every glistening inch of her cunt exposed. Her pussy looks fucking sinful, soft flesh wet and swollen, shining with the kind of need you can smell in the air. The sight is primal, crawling under my skin until the burn tears straight through me.

She’s not just a girl right now. She’s a fucking offering. A gift from the heavens.

Theo’s chest rises hard behind her, breath scraping through his teeth as he leans his head against hers, his mouth grazing her temple. His eyes lower, meeting mine over her open body, and nothing in them is soft. Nothing hesitant. Just pure fucking want.

The room falls away.

No longer walls and air and space—only her.

Theo holds her wide and trembling.

I’m on my knees between her thighs, hands shaking as if I’ve been starving for years and someone finally threw me a taste.

I drag my fingers up the inside of her thighs, slow enough to feel every tremor in her muscles. My fingers move closer until I ghost over the heat of her, and my vision fucking blurs. My mouth’s already watering.

I look up again, my eyes drifting between hers and Theo’s stare over her shoulder.

The three of us caught in this filthy, feral moment.

“She’s all yours, Nate,” Theo growls.

His fingers dig harder into her thighs, forcing her wide. He looks at me over her open body, pupils black, jaw tight, and the hunger in his gaze isn’t just for her. That hunger is for me too.

“Fuck… let me watch you,” he snarls, the words dripping in filth and need.

“I want to see your tongue all over her. I want to watch her scream with your mouth on her pussy. Do it, Nate. Ruin her for the both of us. Show me how you make her come so hard she forgets her own name. I want to see you tear her apart.”

Quinn’s head tips back, lips parted as if she’s trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are blown and glassy.

Then my gaze drags to him.

Theo’s stare is locked on me over her trembling body, pupils dark, his chest rising sharp against her back. Nothing hides in his eyes.

I hold his gaze for a beat longer than I should.

His eyes are locked on mine, and fuck… this is a line we’ve never crossed. The one we’ve both danced around for years but never dared to touch. And now we’re here, toeing that edge together, and the worst part is not knowing what the fuck happens if we finally cross it.

I drop my head, dragging my tongue up her pussy in one slow, deliberate stroke that leaves her trembling in Theo’s grip. The first rush floods my tongue and tears the air out of my chest. Hot and sweet. A sharp tang of her arousal sliding over my tongue, making my whole body tighten.

Her slick coats my lips, seeps into my mouth, and clings to the back of my throat until she’s all I can breathe.

Her moan rips out loud. There’s no holding that sound back. It spills out of her. Every drag of my tongue tears it from her body.

I keep my eyes on Quinn as I push in deeper, forcing my tongue inside her until I’m savoring her from the inside out.

The heat of her pussy wraps around me, and fuck, she’s so tight the sensation makes my whole body jolt.

She pulses against my tongue, a desperate, frantic clench that drags a groan straight out of my chest. The pull has me devouring her harder, needing every drop of her across my lips.

I fuck her with my mouth, curling my tongue deep until I can sense every tiny flutter inside her cunt. The wet sounds spilling out, the taste of her coating my lips, dripping down my chin, drowning me in everything she is.

I lift my eyes and see Theo watching me over her trembling body, his lips parted against her shoulder.

With his eyes locked on me while I’m buried between her legs, the moment feels filthy in a way that makes my whole body burn.

Every flick of my tongue isn’t just for her—it’s for him.

Every wet stroke is me showing him how I’ll ruin her, letting him see it.

Her moans spill out louder, needier with every second. Each time my tongue drags over her clit, she jerks hard in Theo’s arms.

But Theo only tightens his grip on her thighs, holding her steady while her body trembles between us. A growl rumbles out of him. “Fuck, Nate… make her come all over your fucking mouth.”

“Do you feel that, baby?” he murmurs, lips brushing her ear. “That tongue dragging through your pussy like it fucking owns you. That’s what being wanted is, what it means to be devoured, to be used exactly the way this greedy little cunt’s been begging for.”

I seal my mouth over her clit, sucking hard, pulling the swollen bud deep between my lips until a moan rips from her throat. I let go only to drag my tongue over her again. I circle her clit, teasing, then swipe the tip over that perfect spot that makes her legs jerk violently in Theo’s grip.

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.

She’s a live wire in his arms, still sparking, still reeling, and he’s soaking up every second of the aftermath.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” His voice scrapes out. “Let her take both our cocks like a good fucking girl. Let’s see how many ways we can split her open before she breaks.”

Her breath hitches, and Theo smirks against her neck. He sets her down gently, his arm locked tight around her waist to keep her from stumbling on shaky legs. Then he leans in, brushing his lips over hers in the softest kiss, a contrast to the words that just left his mouth.

“Come on, sexy girl,” he murmurs against her lips. “That was just Nate’s entrée. I haven’t had mine yet.”

Before she can even catch her breath, he hooks an arm under her thighs and scoops her clean off the floor. She lets out a soft gasp, limp and boneless in his hold, her head falling against his shoulder as if her whole body has given up on holding itself upright.

I follow them out into the hallway. Watching her draped in Theo’s arms, my chest tightens in a way I haven’t experienced since Bianca.

But with Quinn, everything feels different.

As I look at her, I don’t think I have ever seen her more beautiful than in this moment.