3 - Seven Lost Summers: Broken Oasis Rockstar, page 25
part #3 of Broken Oasis Rockstar Series
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.
Chapter 21
Theo
T he hall seems longer than normal.
I can smell her on my skin as I carry her toward my room because if I’m gonna fuck her, it’s not happening on some random couch or someone else’s bed. It’s going to be in my room so I will never forget it.
Nate and I never bring chicks here.
That’s the rule. No groupies. No randoms. This is our house. Private. But Quinn isn’t some girl I picked out of the crowd with smeared lipstick and fake moans. She’s… more. I don’t know what the fuck that means yet. All I know is she belongs in my bed.
But my mind isn’t on her right now. It’s on Nate trailing behind us. On the words I let slip as if they weren’t a fucking bomb waiting to go off.
I can still hear my own voice in my head, telling him how fucking hot he looked eating her pussy. I’ve never said anything like that before, never crossed that fucking line. We’ve been shoulder to shoulder for years, toeing the edge, dancing around it without ever stepping over. The moment I saw him between Quinn’s legs, his mouth wet, his jaw working like he was trying to wreck her with his tongue alone, the words ripped out of me.
Because he looked fucking unreal. The focus in his eyes, the hunger bleeding through every move he made. It wasn’t Nate getting off on some girl. It was him, stripped down to the bone, giving himself to her completely. And it destroyed me.
Now my chest’s tight for a different reason, because I don’t know what the fuck that means for us.
Does it change anything… or does it change everything?
When I turn my head, Nate’s there.
His face is still wet with her, his lips slick and parted, and something tears through my chest so hard it almost hurts. His eyes are locked, burning with a hunger I’ve never seen in him. Not even with Bianca.
What we had with her was young love.
Full of firsts and maybes. But this… carries more weight. A need etched into bone, older than lust and deeper than want. I don’t know if I’m ready for what that means… for him, for me, for whatever the fuck this is turning into.
I turn back around and lower my head, letting my lips brush over her forehead. “Still with us, baby? Or did Nate’s tongue already fuck your brains out?”
She hums something soft, a little broken sound that vibrates against my chest, and the sound makes me smile.
My shoulder hits the door.
The lights flicker on like always. It’s always like that. They stay on. Even when I fucking sleep.
Darkness is a trap. A trick. A setup for shit you can’t see coming.
I can’t risk the dark, not anymore.
Not when it still smells of dust and fear and my own breath trapped in my chest.
Not when I can still hear the floorboards groan under his boots, sense the weight of the silence before he’d start shouting my name.
I hid under beds. Cramped myself into closets so tight my ribs ached. Held still, held my breath, and waited to find out if tonight was the night I became a goddamn bargaining chip for whatever debt he owed.
Every time I hear a door slam, a voice raise, my stomach still knots the same way it did back in those days. Those scars don’t fade. They linger under your skin, waiting to be ripped open.
I lay Quinn down on the bed, her back sinking into the mattress, her light brown hair spilling over the dark sheets in a messy halo.
I step back for a second, because fuck, I need to see her. All of her.
My eyes drag slowly over her body, tracing every inch. Her tits rise and fall with each shaky breath, nipples tight and begging to be in someone’s mouth. Her stomach’s flushed, her skin glowing with heat, every curve screaming to be touched, begging for hands to grip and mark.
Nate steps up beside me, and I sense him staring too, carrying that same silent hunger.
Together, we stand there and fucking look at her.
She’s fucking beautiful spread out this way, every part of her needing to be touched, kissed, and fucked.
She shifts slightly, her thighs edging together as if she’s trying to hide the one thing we want most.
“Nah,” I rasp. “Keep them open, Quinn. Let us fucking look at that perfect pussy. Let us see exactly what we’re about to ruin.”
And that’s the moment I notice it—the shift, the flicker in her eyes, the insecurity.
She was never like this before.
Quinn Thomas was the girl who’d flip you off before you even opened your mouth. The one who walked through high school without giving a single fuck what anyone thought. The girl who never treated me as some broken asshole. Who saw through all the bullshit and never once judged me or turned away. She was my friend. Always beautiful.
And now… her laying here, naked and open, and somewhere along the line, some fuckhead made her doubt herself.
Rage surges hot in my chest but I force it down. Whoever did this to her… whoever made her question her worth should have their face smashed into a fucking wall until there’s nothing left.
I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed, hands sliding slow up her thighs, every tremor under my palms sinking into my skin.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look right now.”
“He’s right,” Nate says beside me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Q.”
And I wonder if he sees it too.
The cracks she never had before. The shadows that weren’t there when we were crazy teens. The way some asshole left fingerprints on her confidence and made her forget what she is.
She swallows hard, lips parting slightly, chest rising as though she’s trying to hold herself together.
I lean in, dragging my mouth along her skin. The scent of her arousal wraps around my head and sinks into my blood. It’s a drug. One hit and I’m fucking gone.
“Fuck,” I whisper, more confession than sound. “I want to fucking devour you.”
She moans, the sound spilling from her lips before she can bite it back.
That helpless little slip shreds the last of my control.
Nate steps in closer and peels his shirt over his head. His jeans follow, hitting the floor in one smooth motion, and when he straightens, he’s completely naked. His cock stands thick and hard, veins tracing along the shaft, pre-cum beading at the swollen tip, taunting me with the thought of how it would taste on my tongue.
He’s fucking beautiful.
All hard muscle and heat, jaw tight like he’s holding back more than a groan. And for a second, I forget everything else.
I’ve seen him with groupies. We’ve done this before. Shared bodies, sweat, moans, fucked until we’re exhausted, a hundred times over until it became habit. But this… this is a live wire under my skin.
