Page 81 of The Season
“So greedy,” Liam chuckles, and I feel Antoine’s answering huff of amusement on my aching breasts as he lets one nipple slip from his lips with apopbefore drawing in the other. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
When I don’t answer, Liam taps my clit as if in reprimand, and my vision whites at the edges.
“Yes,” I agree, my words a raw whisper that dance toward the ceiling. Right now, I think I’d agree with anything he says, do anything, if that would get him to make me come. “Yes. Please. Just touch me.”
“Merde,” Antoine rasps.
“So wet.” Liam’s voice rumbles against my spine. “Like that?”
Slowly, so slowly, he circles my clit with the pad of one finger. My legs tremble beneath Antoine’s grip, my breaths coming in fast, desperate pants.
“Feel her,” Liam urges, dropping his hold on my breast to grip one of Antoine’s hands under the water, pulling it toward my heated core. All the while, he’s rolling my clit in slow, maddening circles that have me breathing through my teeth, whispering wordless pleas. “Feel how hot she is. How hungry.”
Antoine pulls back from my breasts with a gasp, leaving my nipples aching and warm. Trembling fingers slip under my swimsuit, pressing against my swollen entrance, then stilling as he stares up at me with wide, questioning eyes.
I nod wordlessly, my lips parted. Antoine’s throat bobs, and then he’s pressing in, two long fingers curling upward as he drives them deep with one fluid thrust.
All the air rushes from my lungs, white-hot pleasure rising at the unexpected stretch, at the sudden fullness.
“That’s it,” Liam murmurs, words brushing against my skin. He stills his teasing circles to dip his fingers to where Antoine is pressed inside me, groaning when he feels where we’re connected. “Fuck. Fuck that’s hot. Shit yah. Fuck her with your fingers.”
He’s rocking against me now, his cock dragging against my ass in time with Antoine’s slow thrusts. My legs are spread wide, and I’m arching against their fingers, trying to rub against them, to get the friction I need to come, trying to take Antoine in deeper, wanting more now that the initial stretching shock has subsided.
“You need to come, don’t you? Fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”
I nod, a wordless whimper, a senseless plea.
Fingers pinch my clit, teeth nipping the shell of my ear. “I need your words, baby. Tell us what you want.”
I grit my teeth, rolling my head against his shoulder to glare at him. He stares back at me, pupils blown but expression implacable. Antoine slows his thrusts, stilling his fingers deep inside me until I’m all but writhing against him.
“Fucking make me come,” I hiss, bringing my hand between my own thighs, “Or I’ll do it myself.”
And I mean it. I haven’t come in weeks, not since I got to Park City. Sharing a room with Tom isn’t exactly conducive to getting off. The last time I tried in the shower, I was interrupted by someone banging on the door.
Liam grins, a sharp, dangerous grin that has a new rush of heat pulsing around Antoine’s fingers. “That’s a good girl,” he rumbles, and then he’s gripping my chin, pulling me into a kiss.
The angle is awkward, but the feel of his tongue against my own, his teeth nipping my lower lip, and those words, those fucking words… it’s almost enough to send me over the edge.
He pulls back, panting against my lips, gray eyes so dark, they’re almost black, expression feral, and I know he’s just as desperate as I am, however much he’s teasing me. “Make her come,” he says, never taking his eyes off mine. “Fuck her hard and make her come.”
Antoine obeys, fingers curling, thrusts taking on an almost unbearable pace that has white heat rushing through my veins, up my spine. He’s panting too, green eyes flashing as his gaze darts from where his fingers are buried in me under the water, to my exposed breasts, to Liam.
Liam’s fingers drop to my clit, pressing hard, and suddenly I’m flying, every coherent thought leaving me, a keening cry swallowed up by Antoine’s lips as he crashes them against my own.
“Oh shit, fuck, that’s it, fucking come. Such a good girl for us, aren’t you? So fucking needy…” Liam’s voice drops, a low rasp that becomes a pained groan.
Vaguely, in the spiraling haze of my orgasm, just as color starts to dance into my vision, I’m aware of a sudden stiffening against the base of my spine, a pulsing heat, and Liam’s muttered curses.
“Well. Didn’t mean for that to happen.” Liam drops his forehead against my shoulder, his panting breaths filling the space between our bodies as he lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “Frank is going to murder me.”
Chapter26
Antoine
“Frank?” Lily blinks in confusion at Liam’s words, but her hazel eyes are fixed on me, staring at me with a reverence that I’m not quite certain I deserve.
Keeping my eyes on her, I gently pull my fingers from her pussy, then, without thinking about it, lift them to my mouth, sucking them clean. There’s the faintest hint of salt from the pool, but under that, it’s all her, slick and sweet and tangy andabsolument divine.
