Page 38 of Seven Lost Summers
And Bianca… she’s the only one who can give that to him. The only one he trusts enough to touch the places no one else has ever been allowed near.
I move closer, lips up to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. Theo watches, his eyes dark, fixed on every fucking move I make as I slip my hand beneath the hem of her skirt, pulling her panties off to one side. My fingers slip through her soaked slit. She’s fucking ready. Her body’s begging for it. I circle her clit, dragging soft pressure across it until her breath catches.
She bites down on her lip, trying to stay quiet, but her body gives her away. She wants all of it. Me. Theo. Every filthy, tangled part of this.
My mouth finds her ear, breath hot, voice dropping to a rough whisper just for her.
“I want you to fuck him,” I say, fingers still moving over her clit. “He’s never fucked anyone before. Show him how good it can feel.”
She shudders, her body tightening under my touch.
I pull my hand away, fingers drenched in her slick.
I look to Theo and hold my fingers out, coated in her arousal.
“Suck,” I say, voice thick with want. “Taste how fucking ready she is.”
His eyes lock on my fingers, chest heaving, lips slightly parted. He’s frozen, but I can feel the want bleeding off him. He’s never had anyone dripping for him, ready like this.
He leans in and wraps his lips around my fingers, sucks hard, tongue dragging slow over my skin like he’s desperate to savor every drop she left behind. It’s messy. Wet. So fucking filthy.
His eyes stay locked on her, drinking her in, showing her exactly what he’s doing with the slick she gave him.
He looks at me. Eyes dark. Lips still wrapped around my fingers. Tongue still moving.
And fuck me… something punches through my gut so hard I forget how to breathe. My cock twitches, my pulse stutters, and everything in me coils tight. I wasn’t ready for this. For him. For that look. That mouth. That heat.
The curl of his tongue around my fingers sends a jolt straight to the base of my spine. I should pull away, but I don’t. I stand there, cock aching, chest fucked up, watching him suck my fingers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And I don’t know what the fuck to do with that.
Theo lets my fingers go with a soft pop, the sound fucking obscene in the quiet. My hand falls to my side, still tingling and wet from his mouth.
I swallow hard, jaw tight, breath ragged, and when I finally speak, my voice scrapes out of me.
“How does she taste?”
Theo’s eyes flick between us, and a grin curves at the edge of his mouth.
“Fucking perfect,” he says, his lips still shining.
I move my arm from her waist, forcing myself to let go and give her the space to fuck Theo. But then she turns back to me. Her hands slide up my chest, tugging at my shirt like she can’t stand the space I just gave her. And before I can even think, she kisses me.
Her mouth’s hot, desperate, tongue sliding against mine like she’s starved for it. Everything in me lights up, savage and filthy and loud. She moans into my mouth, and I nearly lose it right there. If she keeps kissing me like this, I swear to fucking God, I’ll fuck her first.
Bianca pulls back, breath shaky, lips swollen from the way she kissed me. She turns, grabs Theo’s hand, and pulls him toward the bed like she hadn’t set me on fire and left me standing in the middle of it.
I watch them go, cock still pulsing, a brutal reminder of what I want and can’t have. Not yet.
When they reach the bed, Bianca tilts her head up and kisses him again.
Theo hesitates for just a second.
Then his hand comes up to her neck, fingers threading into her hair like he can’t risk letting her slip away. It’s not soft this time. It’s needy. Desperate. And I watch the way she melts into it and lets him take control. Her body shifts, her lips part, and she gives herself over to him. Heat crawls under my skin, and I swear I can feel every fucking second of it.
When she finally pulls back, Theo drops onto the bed, his chest heaving, breath jagged and raw. His eyes are wild with want. Bianca sinks to her knees in front of him. Theo’s gaze never leaves her.
Bianca doesn’t rush. She reaches up, fingers skimming over his stomach, tracing along the faint lines of muscle there. Theo sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing under her touch.
