Page 47 of The Mountain
“I’ve never done anything like this before either,” I tell Seth, ignoring Liam’s demands that we wake Eddie up. I look between the guys, my heart thundering wildly in my chest, nerves rising up. “With more than one person. Before you guys, I mean.”
Since obviously there was the time in the hot tub. And the time when I got Matty off while Liam was watching. Though, to be fair, I didn’t actually know Liam was watching…
Matty’s arm drops from his face, lashes fluttering as he fixes his blue eyes on me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He reaches out, one trembling hand tangling in my hair. “You know that, right?”
The other guys murmur in agreement, and my heart swells. “Oh, I want this.” I grin back at him, tightening my grip on his cock, giving it a meaningful stroke before glancing over at Antoine. “Actually, there’s something I want to try…”
My pulse is thundering so loudly, I’m surprised they can’t hear its wild staccato. I was never great at asking for what I wanted with Steve—with any of the guys I’ve been with, actually. I just went along for the ride—literally, sometimes—and hoped for the best. It went okay. Mostly.
I don’t want that with them. Don’t want to be a passive bystander. I don’t think I’ll ever be as bold as Liam, but I want to be honest with them. Open.
I take in a jittery breath, then aim my question at Antoine, focusing on his vibrant green eyes, tinged with sadness and lust. “I was wanting to go down on you too.” I bite my lower lip, and do my best to ignore the way my cheeks are burning. “On both of you. At the same time…” I trail off, casting a nervous glanceat Matty, worried I’ll find disgust there. He’s looking at me with wide-eyed wonder, lips parted.
“Mon dieu,” Antoine rasps, dragging one hand across his face. “Mais, oui. Bien sûr que oui.”
“What… what does that mean?” Matty asks, his brow pinching in confusion.
“It means Antoine is getting his cock sucked.” Liam’s eyes spark with a mixture of heat and jealousy.
Antoine looks at Liam in surprise. “I didn’t know you spoke French. When did you…?”
Liam cuts Antoine’s question off with a searing kiss, his hands reaching between them to pull down Antoine’s already unbuttoned pants, then slips Antoine’s cock out of the confines of his briefs.
I bend forward at the same time, taking Matty’s cock in my mouth again. I swirl my tongue around it, my head bobbing, humming in approval as it stiffens against my tongue.
He tightens his grip on my hair, fingers digging into my scalp as he guides me up and down his hardening length. I could easily pull away if I wanted, but the demanding touch, the idea that he could easily take hold of me, use my mouth—it lights a fire in my core, sending heat blazing through my veins.
Liam pulls away from Antoine, breaking their kiss, and then I can see Antoine’s cock too, thick and curved, uncut, the almost purple head peeking through the foreskin. My mouth waters at the sight of it, excess saliva dripping down Matty’s length, and I shoot him a questioning look. He releases his hold on my head, groaning in protest as he pops free.
“It’s Antoine’s turn now,” I tell him, my voice thick. “I’ll make you come soon. I promise.”
But I keep my hand wrapped around his length, working him in slow strokes as I shuffle from between his knees toward Antoine.
Antoine watches me with rapt attention, his fingers reaching out to grip my chin, thumb tracing my swollen lower lip. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, voice gravelly.
He tastes sweeter than Matty, the precum already dripping from his slit, and when I take him in my mouth, he grips my head with both hands, pulling me onto him. I gag, and he releases me, only to rock up into my mouth the moment I catch my breath.
“That’s it,” Liam urges, dropping to his knees so that he’s pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. “Let him use that pretty mouth of yours. He can be greedy when he gets going. He tastes good though, doesn’t he?”
Liam’s hands are everywhere, my hips, my stomach, trailing along the waistband of my sweats. One slips up under my T-shirt, cupping my breast, then teases an aching nipple. I gasp at the sensation, the sound vibrating against Antoine’s cock as it hits the back of my throat.
Antoine lets out a whimper, his teeth catching his lower lip as he throws his head back against the couch, fingers tangling in my hair. Beside him, Matty groans, wrapping one big hand around my own where it’s gripping his cock, guiding me as he thrusts up into my grasp.
Liam rolls one nipple between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand dips beneath the waistband of my pants, cupping my mons, then moving lower, until his fingertips are slipping between my swollen lips, slick with arousal.
“So wet,” he murmurs, as he finds my swollen entrance, the pad of one finger pressing teasingly in. “Look at you, letting them use you. You fucking love it, don’t you?”
He thrusts two long fingers into me in one fluid motion and I gasp, then moan around Antoine’s cock when Liam curves his fingers, finding that spot inside me, his palm rubbing against my clit.
“That’s it. You need it, don’t you? Fuck, I can feel you shaking.”
This time, when Antoine’s cock hits the back of my throat, I swallow, my vision blurring and eyes watering as the breath is stolen from me.
“Oh, mon dieu,” Antoine cries. “Ungh. Oh. Putain de merde. I’m going to come…”
I swallow reflexively, my throat constricting around him, an edge of panic rising up at the burn in my throat, at the lack of oxygen as he holds my head in place. I don’t try to pull away though. Not when Antoine’s eyes are rolling back, his mouth open in a silent scream, his whole body rigid with pleasure. Not when Liam’s fingers are buried deep in me, taking me at an almost relentless pace, driving my own need higher and higher.
The first spurt of cum hits the back of my throat and I gag. I pull back, drawing in desperate breaths through my nose as Antoine coats my tongue, my mouth, my lips, until I can feel it dripping down my chin.
