Page 14 of Avalanche (Endless Winter #3)

Lily

When I imagined doing this—and I’ve imagined it a lot—it always involved much less talking.

In the books I’ve read and the porn I’ve watched, these things just seem to happen.

Like, there’s a natural flow that somehow magically ends up with the girl opening up like a blooming flower to take in all of her lovers.

She floats on air between them, supported seemingly by raw desire alone, able to miraculously bend and arch to accommodate everyone.

Her thighs never tire. She never experiences that tangled feeling of frustration when one of her lovers can’t quite find the right angle.

And she certainly, certainly never sweats—at least, not more than a glistening sheen that sparkles under the moonlight, like diamonds hung in a starlit sky.

“Pass me the lube,” Liam orders.

I can feel his hands trembling where he holds my hips.

Or perhaps that’s me shaking, anticipation and nerves tightening my body until I can scarcely breathe, my thigh muscles burning as I hold myself up, spread over Matty’s prone form.

Matty stares up at me, palms sweaty as he grips my knees with an almost bruising hold, as if he means to anchor himself to me.

“Here it is.”

Antoine scrambles to thrust the bottle into Liam’s hands, making the mattress dip.

The move has me sinking down, until the head of Matty’s cock brushes my swollen lips.

I gasp at the feel of it, at the reminder of how exposed I am.

That feeling only grows when lubed fingers trace my back entrance, not quite cold, but certainly not warm.

“Bend forward,” Liam urges, pressing one hand on the flat of my spine until I’m folding forward, my elbows resting on either side of Matty’s head.

The move has my breasts nearly brushing against Matty’s face, and he tilts his head up reflexively, lips parted, eyes round.

“Yes, like that.” The pressure at the base of my spine becomes a soothing stroke. “Are you comfortable?”

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.

I hadn’t thought of that.

In all our conversations, when Liam asked what I wanted until I thought I couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer, I never asked them if they felt comfortable with this.

“Is this okay?” I ask Matty. The question punches out on an exhale as Liam thrusts forward, the move making Antoine’s fingers press against my sensitive clit.

Matty nods, licks his lips. “Yeah,” he rasps. “It’s… I’m good. It’s good.”

“She’s ready.” Liam’s voice is a bitten off rumble, vibrating against my spine. I can feel his panting breaths against my neck, can feel the pounding of his pulse in the fingertips pressed into the flesh of my hips. He seats himself in me fully, his grip vice-like as he holds me to him.

Matty’s expression twists as he adjusts himself beneath me, the head of his cock brushing across my slick entrance, but not quite sliding in. “I… I can’t. It’s not… the angle…”

I frown, attempting to peer down between our bodies. But of course, I can’t. And my arms are trembling as it is, struggling to hold myself up against the weight of Liam’s thrusts and the relentless tease of Antoine’s touches.

“You need a condom.”

Antoine’s reminder has Liam and Matty both going still, a frisson of ice running through my limbs.

We’d forgotten. We’d almost forgotten. If the angle had been right, I would have sunk down on Matty’s cock and fucked him bare, without a condom between us.

Matty and I blink at each other, equal looks of horror washing the color from our faces.

“Here.” Antoine’s fingers drop away from where they’re pressed against my swollen bud, leaving me momentarily bereft. “Let me.”

Without preamble, Antoine grabs one of the condom packs strewn on the mattress, and rips it open. He stares at Matty for a brief moment, his gaze dropping to where Matty’s hands are shaking against my thighs, the way he’s gripping me with the desperation of a ship moored against a storm.

Antoine’s brow dips and I wonder if he’s remembering the way Matty struggled with the condom last time, the way embarrassment marred his pale skin as he struggled to roll the thin latex over his cock.

With our bodies close like this, with Matty unable to see what he’s doing, it’s quite likely he won’t be able to get it on at all.

Antoine swallows, a look of determination steeling over his features. “I can do it if you want.” The offer is whisper soft. Gentle.

Matty stills, eyes flying wide. Liam’s fingers tighten on my hips, his breath hitching.

“Okay,” Matty croaks. Color rushes back into his cheeks, his forehead, the tips of his ears, erasing the pallor that had stolen over his features moments before. “Yeah. That’d be… yeah.”