Page 25 of Avalanche
I nod, grateful not to be holding myself up with only my thighs anymore, relaxing against the warmth of Matty’s chest, steadied by those big hands wrapping around my knees.
“I’m going to open you up with my fingers first,” Liam says, slick fingers tracing my puckered entrance.
“Okay,” I breathe, my gaze drifting up to where Antoine sits poised at the head of my bed, his eyes fixed on the scene before him with rapt attention.
He’s naked, nearly as exposed as I am—knees slightly parted, feet tucked under him, his cock jutting out, dark and curving towards his navel. My mouth waters at the sight of it, at the memory of how that cock felt in my mouth before, at the anticipation of tasting him again.
One long finger presses into me, catching me off guard, making the breath punch out of me with surprise. Antoine’s eyes flare with interest as he lifts up, craning his neck to get a better view of what Liam is doing.
“Merde,” he murmurs. He wraps one hand around the base of his cock, squeezing it gently. “C’est…”
“Hmm,” Liam agrees, slipping one lubed finger free before carefully pressing in a second. “See how she opens for me. She’s hungry for it.” A third finger joins the second, and I gasp, a guttural sound trapped on a stuttered breath. “That’s it,” Liam purrs, working his fingers inside me. Pushing, thrusting. When I tighten, he pauses, stilling inside me until I relax around him. “Good girl,” he urges. “Just like that. How does it feel?”
“Unghh.”
I fold forward, my arms suddenly too weak to hold myself up. Matty grunts beneath me as my breasts press against his face, his breath hot on my skin. I hope I’m not smothering him…
“How does it feel, love?” Liam asks again, and this time there is a sharp edge to his voice. An insistency that demands to be obeyed. At the same time, his fingers widen inside of me. Stretching me, sinking deeper, twisting.
The sounds that comes out of me this time is higher, a keening, aching sound that echoes the heat thrumming through my blood. A white arch of pleasure sparks through me, deep and yet teasing, like the tendrils of smoke on night air. A promise.
“It’s… it’s good,” I gasp, and that arching pleasure grows, spreading like heat beneath my skin.
I bend beneath it, my breaths coming in rhythmic pants as I feel myself open around Liam’s fingers, as my core throbs against the head of Matty’s waiting cock. I want to sink down onto him, to feel more of this delicious fullness.
“Wait,” Liam urges, his free hand gripping my hips, holding me in place. “Not yet.”
I whimper in protest and shoot a pleading look at Antoine. He shakes his head, a hungry smile curving the corners of his lips. “Patience,” he urges, but the word is shaky, trembling with an eager anticipation that matches my own. “Remember…”
I groan. Of course I remember. We’d talked about this before we started. Detailed each step of this dance, with Liam smirking and my face burning and Matty staring wide-eyed and slightly terrified between us all. And Antoine…
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Liam’s fingers slip free. My breath hitches at the sudden feeling of emptiness. At the way I seem to be gaping open. At the cool intrusion of air where his fingers had been.
I nod, my lower lip catching in my teeth, my eyes fixed on Antoine’s face, my heart hammering.
There’s the sound of a condom packet ripping open and then Liam’s cock brushes my back entrance, the head nestling easily in my lube-soaked opening with an obscene, sucking sound. His hands grip my hips, fingers dimpling my skin as he holds himself there, pausing. Waiting. I whimper in annoyance. What is he waiting for? I’m ready. Can’t he tell I’m ready?
I squirm against him, arch my back, try to take him in…
Liam drives in, effortlessly holding me in place as pushes forward, filling me to the hilt with one fluid thrust.
I gasp, my eyes flying open wide, my lips parting on a silent cry.
“Putain de merde,” Antoine curses, but the words sound almost reverent.
“Touch her.” Liam’s order brushes against the back of my neck, a strained, gravelly sound.
Antoine hurries to obey, scrambling to reach between my thighs, between where Matty and I are nearly flush against each other. Antoine’s hands are trembling but his long fingers find my clit, brushing the sensitive bud with a careful rhythm that is at odds with Liam’s deep, relentless thrusts.
Matty makes a strangled sound against my chest and I lift back, worried that I’m smothering him. He stares up at me, lips parted, pupils blown, his brow dipping with a tangle of emotions too complicated to parse.
Matty’s hips arch beneath me, an instinctive movement that has the head of his cock brushing against my entrance. Antoine’s fingers still. Matty whimpers. And then realization rushes through me, a mixture of anxious panic and heady arousal.
Antoine’s touching Matty.
Not intentionally. It wouldn’t be more than a brush of the back of his fingers, a teasing glance. But there is a closeness with what we are doing, an intimacy that goes beyond anything we’ve done before.
