Page 42 of Seven Lost Summers
“Jesus,” he mutters.
She shudders.
He kisses her inner thigh first, then the other. His mouth trails higher, tongue drawing a slow line up her skin, so close to her pussy it makes her twitch. A breathy moan slips out of her as her fists clench tight at her sides.
Nate grips the backs of her thighs and drags her closer, guiding one leg over his shoulder before lowering his mouth to her. His tongue makes one slow, flat stroke from the base of her cunt to her clit.
She moans.
I do too.
His tongue drags again—slower, firmer. His fingers press her thighs wider, holding her steady as his mouth sinks into her. He flicks at her clit, light and teasing, until her hips roll forward on their own.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
His tongue drags up and down her slit with purpose, circling her clit before flattening to savor her again. His lips seal around her, sucking gently, tugging on that swollen bundle of nerves until her legs begin to shake.
I groan, stroking my hard cock, the condom still unopened in my palm. I should move. Should do something. But all I can do is stare.
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.
