Page 69 of The Mountain
But they look good together and, weirdly, I don’t feel like punching Matty in the face.
I frown, contemplating as his trembling hands explore Lily’s body, her skin pebbling as he traces her sides and back and stomach—everywhere, except those perfect breasts. Like he’s afraid to touch them, even when she’s arching against him, her body practically begging him for more.
Lily lets out a very annoyed-sounding moan against Matty’s mouth, then pushes against his shoulders, rolling him to his back, her thighs going wide until she’s straddling his waist. Matty gasps, his fingers splaying against her hips. From where I’m sitting, I can just see the wide-eyed panic in his blue eyes as he stares up at her, at those perfect breasts that he’s afraid to touch.
Poor Matty.
I smirk, all my earlier nerves melting at the sight of Matty’s fear, at the sight of him trembling beneath Lily, and Lily panting and desperate above him. I might not know what the fuck I’m doing, but at least I know more than Matty. And surely, between the two of us, we can make Lily come.
Chapter 25
Lily
I think I’m going to die.
I capture Matty’s mouth with mine, whimpering with hunger and irritation at the feel of his cock pressing against my core through his towel, at his hands gripping my waist, those thumbs teasing the waistband of my shorts. He groans when I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him against me, his massive body going pliant beneath my own. Like I could move him anywhere, and he’d follow.
I wonder what he’d do if I pushed his head down the length of my body, and guided him between my legs…
Just the thought of him tasting me, of his blue eyes heavy with lust as they stare up at me from between my thighs… it’s enough to have me rocking against him, desperate for some relief.
Matty’s hands drop from my waist to my hips, his touch gentle, polite, even as his fingers grip my flesh. I moan in dismay and give his lower lip a nip that is probably a little too hard, a littletoo punishing. He gasps in response, eyelids fluttering as he stares up at me, blue eyes glazed, pupils blown.
I let out a shuddering sigh, my brow drawing together in consternation. Why is no one touching me? What kind of hell is this, that I’m topless, surrounded by all five of my boyfriends, and no one is making me come?
I cast Liam and Antoine a sidelong glance, but the two of them are lost in each other, panting against each other’s mouths, leaving me momentarily forgotten. I can’t help but smile at that, a different type of warmth spreading through me at the sight of them. They look beautiful together, like art made flesh.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to tease her.”
I gasp at the feel of Eddie against my back, his words brushing my ear as his arms wrap around me, his hands cupping my breasts with an almost forceful hold.
“Fuck me, I love your tits,” he groans, pressing a nipping kiss to the side of my neck. He thumbs my nipples, then pinches them, a rough tug that has heat searing through me, rushing straight to my core. “Fucking gorgeous.” My nipples harden almost painfully under his touch, and I cry out when he rolls the nubs between thumb and forefinger.
“Eddie,” I rasp, arching into his touch, my head going back against his shoulder, my hands scrambling, clawing at Matty’s bare chest beneath me. “Oh! Oh, Eddie. Please.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against me. “No need to beg, beautiful. I could play with these all day.”
I think he means it too, the way he’s teasing them. It’s like he’s touching them for himself instead of for me, like he’s completelyabsorbed in the feel of me, in trying to see what little sounds he can draw out of me.
“I need… Please… I…ungh…” I squeeze my eyes shut, my forehead pinching in frustration. Each one of Eddie’s touches is sending heat rushing straight to my clit, a dizzying spiral building up and up and up, but it’s not enough to send me over.
“She needs you to touch her,” Eddie murmurs, and I whimper in dismay when his hands drop to my lap. “Here, let’s take these off.” He gives my ear a punishing nip, then guides me to my knees before slipping the boxers I borrowed from Liam off my hips, down my legs. “You know, my boxers would fit you better,” he adds conversationally, as he works the shorts off my ankles. “For next time. Ah, there we go.” He doesn’t bother trying to hide the triumph in his voice when he works them free, then throws them to the far side of the room. “That’s more like it.”
As I settle down onto Matty’s towel-clad waist, I think I’m inclined to agree. Except that Matty is staring up at me with eyes so wide, I can see every dark blue speck that makes up the starburst around his pupil. I can see his pulse fluttering wildly at his flushed throat and can feel his stuttering breaths beneath my thighs.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I tell him seriously, meeting his eyes with my own. “If this is too much, too fast, just tell me. I won’t be upset. I promise.”
Matty blinks at me, his lips parting, then closing, then parting again before his gaze darts to just above my shoulder. To Eddie.
“Can you show me?” he rasps, his blush deepening, spreading down his neck and to his ears. “I want to make her feel good. Can you show me what to do?”
Vaguely, I’m aware of the sound of Seth’s breathing, of the sudden, expectant silence from where Antoine and Liam had been moaning into each other’s mouths moments before. I don’t look at them, though. I keep my eyes fixed on Matty.
“Hmm, shit yeah, I can.” Eddie’s hands drop to my hips, then slip inward, until his fingers are pressing against the inside of my thighs, just inches from my aching core. “Look at her, mate.” His fingers trail inward, brushing my swollen outer lips with teasing, excruciating strokes. “Just look at how wet she is already. How needy she is. I bet a stiff breeze could make her come.”
Well, that’s a bit rude, considering it’s his fault I’m like this.
I twist in Eddie’s arms, craning my neck so that I can glare at him, but he ignores me. Instead, his hold on me tightens, and I gasp as the fingers that had been teasing spread me wide. Matty obediently drops his gaze, then sucks in a breath, eyes flaring. He fists the sheet beneath him, his chest heaving with rapid breaths.
