Page 6 of The Mountain
Gently, I drag my palm back up his length, pausing to let my fingertips tease the throbbing head of his cock. He’s cut, thehead smooth and dripping, and can’t help but moan into his mouth at the feel of it, my tongue tangling against his as he gasps and shudders beneath me.
I wonder what it would feel like against my lips, what it looks like? How much of it would I be able to take in, and would I even be brave enough to try?
This time, when I slide my hand down his shaft, I let my grip twist gently, my palm slick with precum and sweat. He cries out, and I swallow up the sound with my mouth, then slide my hand down again, and again, and again, finding a steady, gentle rhythm that has him rocking up against me and whimpering against my lips.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, I pull back, my lips leaving his with an almost obscenely wet sound as I stare down at him. His eyes are open, gazing up at me in unseeing bewilderment, his lips kiss swollen and parted. A deep flush stains his cheeks, dipping down the neck I’ve thoroughly marked, and his chest heaves beneath a sweat-damp tee.
“Lily,” he chants. “Lily, Lily, Lily.”
I bite my lip as white-hot desire surges through me at the sound of my name on his lips, and I let my gaze drift down the solid length of his body, to where my hips straddle his thighs, to where his own boxer-clad thighs are straining upward, thick muscles shuddering with exertion as he bucks against my hand.
On my next stroke, I push his boxers down, exposing him to me. My eyes widen, my breath coming out in a surprised gasp. The sight of him—of that thick, beautiful cock, the head so swollen, it’s nearly purple, the golden curls at the base—it has the ache between my thighs pulsing, my need becoming almost painful.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, my words a raspy whisper. “Look at you. You’re so big.”
Those simple words—that simple, inelegant praise—it seems to be enough to send him over the edge. Matty arches beneath me, a thready cry escaping his lips, and I watch in silent fascination as hot cum spurts out, coating my wrist and palm, flecking against the bare skin of his stomach where his tee has ridden up, dampening the blankets tangled around us.
When I look back up at his face, he’s staring at me with bewildered awe, his chest still heaving, his breaths raspy. I give him a soft smile, wiping my hand off on his tee as I lay down beside him, molding my body alongside his, resting the side of my face against his chest.
“That… that was…” He lets out a shuddering breath. It sounds almost like a sob. Trembling hands stroke the length of my spine. “I… I don’t know…”
“Shh,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his jaw, the stubble course on my lips. “I’ve got you.” My core throbs, and I squeeze my thighs together, but I don’t push Matty to reciprocate. Not when he’s still trembling beneath me.
“I… I’ve never done that before,” he says, the admission a low whisper that rustles the top of my head, hot with his breath.
A surge of pride wells up in me at his words, alongside a twinge of uncertainty. “Was it okay?” I whisper. I’m not asking for a rating on my ability to give hand jobs. I’m hoping I didn’t move too fast for him. That he isn’t having regrets.
Matty lets out a choked laugh, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head. “Lily. Baby.” His throat bobs, chest shudderingbeneath me. “That was more than okay. That was incredible.” Another laugh, this one deeper. “You’re incredible.”
I smile against his chest and hug him to me, delighting in the feel of him, the closeness of him, even while my body murmurs its demand for more.
His hand stills on my back, the steady rise and fall of his chest stuttering to a stop, and then he says, his voice thick with vulnerability: “I’d like to make you feel like that. I… uh, I’m not really sure how, but…”
He trails off, and I don’t have to look up to know his face must be bright red with embarrassment.
There’s movement on the other side of us, the mattress dipping and covers rustling, reminding me that we’re not alone. That Liam and Antoine are asleep, and Eddie and Seth could come in any moment too.
I open my mouth to tell him it’s okay, that I don’t need to come, when a familiar voice full of dark amusement says: “I can teach you, if you want to learn.”
Chapter 2
Liam
I’d been prepared for the rush of jealous possessiveness at the sight of Lily—my Lily—kissing Matty. I’d felt that jealousy watching her with Antoine in the hot tub, and I’ve felt that jealousy watching her cuddle with Seth on the couch every night.
I wasn’t prepared for the almost blinding wave of arousal at Matty’s stilted admission, at the sight of Lily taking control of his body, getting him off.
That… that was unexpected.
“I can teach you, if you want to learn.” The words escape my lips before I can stop them.
Matty and Lily both still, then turn to me with identical expressions of surprise, the color draining from both their faces. I smirk, even as my heart rate ratchets up to a dizzying staccato. I let my eyes drift down Lily’s body, those delicious curves stretching the worn tee she’s borrowed from me, the sight of my boxers pulled tight over her ass. I bite my lip and stifle a groan.
“Were… were you awake the whole time?” Lily asks, her voice rising in pitch as color floods her cheeks, pink making the freckles on her nose stand out in stark relief.
I give an awkward shrug, my body pressed between Antoine’s sleeping form and the wall. “You guys weren’t exactly quiet.” Plus, Antoine is apparently one of those people who manages to take up every inch of space on a mattress, with absolutely no concern for anyone else. So, I’ve been awake for a while.
My gaze drifts down to where Antoine is still unconscious, his beautiful features smooth with sleep, his full lips half parted, the dark lashes thick against dark caramel skin, and I can’t help but give a soft smile.How the fuck is he still asleep?
