Page 16 of Avalanche (Endless Winter #3)
Matty
I love you.
Lily’s words, the sweetness of that admission, it is nearly enough to send me over the edge.
I’m in love with you guys.
I press frantic, blind kisses across her skin, my hands moving to pull her closer to me as I try to regain the ability to speak, to think, to breathe.
I love you.
Liam murmurs something against Lily’s spine, rocking slowly into her.
I feel the length of his cock, solid and heavy against my own, separated only by a thin membrane.
I thrust against it, against him, into her, chasing the release that has been building, building, building, but always just out of reach.
Liam had warned about that. Had told her that it could take longer for us to come. Something about the tightness and the pressure and reduced blood flow.
I hadn’t really been paying attention.
My eyes blink open, hot with unshed tears.
I stare up the sleek column of Lily’s throat, the underside of her jaw as she opens her mouth for Antoine.
At Antoine’s muscled thighs dusted with a light covering of dark hair, at the way they flex as he moves forward, at the veins on the backs of his hand as he grips Lily’s chin.
He sinks his cock into her mouth, his beautiful face fixed on hers as she takes him in.
“That’s it,” Liam purrs, and I feel the vibration of his words against my cock, as if our bodies are joined somehow. “Give our girl what she wants, love.”
Love .
That word, the sound of his voice, it has everything rushing with renewed force down my spine, the aching need drawing up behind my balls. My hips snap upwards as I chase that feeling with a blind sort of desperation, ignoring the ache in my glutes, the quivering burn of my abdominal muscles.
All the while, I watch Lily and Antoine in rapt fascination. Lily’s breasts, pink from my kisses, bobbing in time with my and Liam’s thrusts. Antoine’s balls, heavy and dark against Lily’s chin. His glistening length, peeking from between Lily’s lips each time he pulls back.
My own mouth waters at the sight of it, my fingers twitching against Lily’s hips as I imagine what it would be like to run my hands over his body as well.
Antoine’s fingers tangle in Lily’s hair, pulling her against him. She moans, the sound vibrating through me.
“I’m— I’m going to come,” Antoine gasps, the words almost keening sharp. “Lily. Lily. I’m going to?—”
Lily makes a choked sound but doesn’t pull away. I stare, open mouthed as her throat bobs, as she swallows around the length of him, drinking him down.
“That’s it,” Liam purrs, reaching around to trace his fingers along the column of her throat. “Swallow every drop. Such a good girl.”
Heat spirals through me at his words, at the sounds Lily is making, at the sight of her lips, dripping with saliva and Antoine’s release. He pulls back and she gasps, her lips curving into an awed sort of smile as she drags in panting breaths.
Antoine sits back on his heels, bending to cup her face with trembling hands, a look of pure reverence on his face. “That was…” He shakes his head, murmuring something in French that I don’t understand. Something beautiful and articulate, no doubt.
Lily licks her lips, replies. Her words swim over me. English or French, I’m not sure any more.
“Kiss her,” Liam orders. I don’t know if he’s talking to me or Antoine, but I obey without thinking, lunging up on my elbows to crash my lips against hers.
She whimpers, a surprised sort of sound before opening up for me, meeting her tongue with my own.
She tastes like him.
The realization jolts through me, a fist tightening in my stomach, stealing my breath as Antoine’s salty sweetness coats my tongue. I moan against her lips, my tongue chasing hers, chasing more of that taste.
Him. That’s him.
I love you.
The words dance across my blurred vision, tasting like Lily and Antoine and Liam.
Liam is saying something. Antoine is lying beside me, beside Lily, his skin warm against my own. He reaches between our bodies, the backs of his fingers brushing against me as he touches Lily. As he draws shuddering whimpers out of her, until her muffled pleas are swallowed up by my lips.
“You can kiss him if you want. Liam’s voice is so gravelly I can barely understand the words at first. “Seeing as you like the way my boyfriend tastes so much.”
It takes me a moment to realize he’s speaking to me. I pull back from Lily with a gasp. She drops her forehead to my own.
“It’s okay.” Panting breath brushes my swollen lips. Her eyes are wild, filled with a half-mad desperation that matches my own. “You can?—”
Her words catch in her throat as a shudder runs through her, her lips parting on a moan as Antoine’s fingers work that sensitive bud, as Liam drives into her with his relentless pace.
My entire world spirals as I turn to look at Antoine. He’s staring back at me, his face only inches from my own. Every part of my body sings, electricity crackling where his body lays flush against my own.
“Only if you want to,” he whispers. Green eyes drop to my mouth, flashing with a tangle of want and vulnerability as he licks his lips.
That look—I feel it in my chest, behind my ribs. An ache that sings along the parts of me that Lily has already cracked open.
“I want.”
The admission is barely more than a breath, tasting of Lily’s kisses and Antoine’s come. It sends my pulse ratcheting up, my heart thundering until I’m sure it will beat completely out of my chest.
Antoine’s kiss is softer than I would have expected, a carefully placed caress brushing lips already bruised from Lily’s teeth. I shiver against it, arch towards it.
“Fuck,” Liam groans, his voice thready with desperation. “I’m going to come…”
His thrusts are wild now, driving and frantic. I feel the drag of his shaft against my own, feel Lily squeezing around me until the pressure is almost unbearable. She’s panting against the side of my throat, her limbs shaking, each breath a delirious cry of pleasure, a demand for more, more, more.
“Please.” I beg against Antoine’s parted lips, against his teasing tongue. “Please.”
I’m not sure what I’m asking for. Release. More of Antoine’s kisses. To be closer to this incredible woman wrapped around me. To be locked like this forever, pressed between bodies, drowning in sensation.
Antoine groans, his eyelids fluttering shut as he slants his lips more fully against my own. Brushing kisses become a demand, his tongue thick as it breaches my lips, tangles with my own, threatens to steal my breath. I open for him, let him swallow up the sound of my hunger.
Liam cries out, the sound almost anguished.
Lily’s teeth find the side of my neck, my ear, my shoulder as her body squeezes around my cock, pressing so close to me that Antoine’s fingers are trapped between us, letting me feel the relentless rhythm he sets as he drives her to the edge.
All the while his tongue and teeth and lips demand more and more of me, until I’m melting against him, beneath Lily.
My orgasm hits me by surprise, a lightning bolt crackling through the very center of me.
My hips rock up as pleasure shoots through me, hot and thick, whiting out my vision, so intense it borders on pain.
I cry out, the sound vibrating in my throat, in my chest, captured between Antoine’s and my lips.
I come and come and come, a relentless flow that has me shivering, trembling, my hands grasping blindly, as if any one of them will anchor me, keep me from floating away.
Liam pulls free of Lily, tumbling to the bed on top of Antoine, breaking our kiss. I watch in a hazy sort of awe as their lips meet, as their arms wrap around each other, bodies tangling in a sweaty, sated embrace.
Lily goes limp above me and I hold her to me as the last pulses of pleasure course down my spine, reveling in the way her body feels pressed against my own, in the softness and fullness of her.
Mine. She’s mine.
The thought has my eyelids fluttering shut, a satisfied smile curving my lips.
My cock slips free of her wet, swollen heat as she lengthens her limbs alongside my own, slipping down my body until her head is resting on my chest. I hold her there, my hand trembling as I palm her head, as I tangle my fingers in her hair.
I stare down at her, naked and pliant against me. This incredible woman. I’m not sure what I did to deserve her. To earn a place in her heart. To earn her love.
“I love you,” I rasp, my voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much, Lily.”
I can feel her smile against my chest, can feel the gentle hum of her satisfied response vibrating through me. Beside me, Antoine sighs, murmuring something in French, though whether it’s for Liam or Lily or no one in particular, I don’t know.
I dare a look in his and Liam’s direction, nerves fluttering inexplicably in my stomach. Are they okay with what just happened? Did I do something wrong by kissing Antoine?
I lick my lips; certain I can taste the echo of him there still.
If it was wrong, I don’t regret it. I don’t want to come in between him and Liam of course. I’d feel terrible if I did that.
But I don’t think I’ll ever regret kissing Antoine.
Antoine casts me and Lily a sleepy, sated smile.
There is none of the usual sharpness in those green eyes, just a languid sort of happiness.
Liam turns his head, following Antoine’s movement.
There’s an openness to his expression I’ve never seen before, vulnerability flashing in the twist of his mouth, in the widening of his eyes. A silent question.
For me, I realize. He’s worried about me. It takes me a moment, several thudding beats of my heart against Lily. But I get there, eventually.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, then frown at the sound of my own words. At how poorly they explain how I’m feeling.
I feel like I’ve been cut free of something. Like I’ve jumped out of a plane at altitude only to be snapped up by my parachute above the clouds. Like I’ve made it through a raging fire to find that I’m completely unscathed.
Alive. I feel alive. And, more than that, for the first time in years, I feel like maybe I actually deserve it. Like this life I have, this love I feel, it’s a gift, deposited like some treasure into my clumsy hands.
I shake my head and give Liam a smile. I probably look like an idiot, but I don’t care.
“Well. I’m definitely not straight,” I tell him decisively.