Page 70 of The Mountain
“Here.” Eddie grabs one of Matty’s hands, peeling it from where he’s clutching the sheets, and pressing it to my core. I gasp, my stomach trembling, heart thundering at the sudden burst of sensation. At the sight of Eddie’s hand covering Matty’s, pressing it to me.
“Feel this, right here?” Eddie rolls Matty’s thumb over my clit. My knees tremble, hands scrambling against Matty’s chest. “You can see it, right? That little nub, how swollen it is?” He replaces Matty’s thumb with his own fingers, catching it between his pointer and index finger, gently squeezing.
“Ed… Eddie,” I gasp, my head falling back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.
“See?” Eddie continues, his voice even, if a little huskier than before. “She’s fucking desperate for it.” Then, with a bite of command: “Touch her, Matty. Make her come.”
“Holy shit,” Liam whispers. “Are you watching this, love?”
“Oui.” Antoine’s voice is a low murmur, but the sound of it, of him and Liam right beside me, it sends fire rushing through my veins. “Elle est si belle comme ça...”
I blink, looking over at them for the first time, to where Antoine is sprawled on his back with Liam between his spread thighs. Antoine’s throat is marked from Liam’s harsh affection, his lips kiss swollen, but those green eyes are fixed on me.
Eddie’s fingers release their teasing hold on my clit, his hand trailing a slick trail up my stomach, until he’s cradling both breasts, caressing them, teasing them, sending electricity shooting through me. I’m about to beg, to cry, to just start touching myself, when Matty presses a trembling hand to my heated core, his thumb unerringly finding that spot, his other hand shaking as it grips my thigh.
“Yes,” I cry out, my knees falling open. My fingertips press into Matty’s chest. Eddie’s breath is hot in my ear, his teeth nipping at the side of my neck, just as hungry and selfish as his hands. “Please. Please, Matty.Please!”
It’s thatpleasethat seems to do it, because Matty lets out a guttural cry, his teeth baring, blue eyes going wide as he surges forward, crashing his mouth to mine, his fingers working my clit with inexpert but relentless strokes. His tongue dives deep, the kiss demanding and unpracticed as his touch, like he wantseverything from me, but my pleasure most of all, and he’ll do whatever it takes to drag it from me, no matter how terrified he is.
I wonder briefly—in the haze of pleasure graying my vision, threatening to swallow me up—I wonder if that’s what it would be like to make love to him. If that towel wasn’t between us, is he the sort of man who would seat himself inside me in one fluid thrust, all while trembling from lust and fear?
Suddenly, I want to find out. I need to find out.
“Matty,” I pant against Matty’s lips. “I need… I want… please…”
He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his expression nervous but determined, his lower lip catching between his teeth. And then he’s pressing two thick fingers into me without preamble, curling them upward, his thumb working my clit. Eddie tugs at my nipples, twisting, pinching with an enthusiasm that would probably hurt if I wasn’t so far gone, and I’m vaguely aware of Antoine cursing, of Seth drawing in a sharp breath, of Liam’s dark chuckle.
A wordless cry escapes my lips, my vision blurring, my body convulsing as pleasure rushes through me, sharp and violent as a winter storm.
I collapse onto Matty’s chest, pushing him back onto the mattress, and he wraps his arms around me, soothing and sweet, although I can feel his cock through the towel, hard and hot against my stomach. The move has me coming face to face with Antoine, his lips parted, his gaze heavy with lust.
“Lily,” he whispers, but then Liam does something that I can’t see, and Antoine throws his head back, his eyelids fluttering shut as he lets out a string of curses.
“Holy shit,” Eddie mutters, one hand idly stroking my ass, the top of my thigh. “That’s… fuck, man.”
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much,” Liam murmurs against Antoine’s throat, ignoring Eddie. “I can stop...”
“It’s definitely too much, mate,” Eddie quips. “Far out.”
Liam snorts, turning to roll his eyes at Eddie. “Simmer down. I wasn’t asking you.”
Antoine shakes his head, his eyes still squeezed shut. “Please. Please, don’t stop. I… I want it.” His brow pinches, with pain or pleasure or both. “I want everything.”
Eddie’s hand tightens on my thigh as I lift to my elbows, staring down at Matty, our foreheads nearly touching. My hair slips off my shoulders, curtaining our faces, until it’s just the two of us.
“I want everything too,” I whisper, my fingertips tracing the light stubble on his jaw, up to his ear, my thumb brushing over his cheek. “Matty. If you want…”
He blinks at me for a long moment, pupils flaring so wide, they almost swallow up the blue entirely. “Yes.” The word comes out as a rasping whisper. “I want that. I… I want everything too. With you.”
Chapter 26
Lily
I wake up in a tangle of limbs before dawn, the rasp of stubble against the back of my neck, hot breath against my shoulder. Someone’s fingers are tangled in my own. Another hand presses possessively against my bare stomach.
I blink blearily, eyes still heavy with exhaustion as I wonder idly what time we finally went to sleep last night. I don’t remember looking at the time, just that our bodies had been sweat sheened and sated, and that the air had been thick with the smell of sex and heavy with unspoken words.
Matty’s sleeping face comes into focus as my eyelids flutter open—parted lips and long, pale lashes, and all those hard-edge masculine features softened with sleep. My heart clenches at the sight of him, at the memory of what we did last night, of what he gave me.
