Page 14 of Avalanche
“Don’t stop.” Liam brushes a reassuring hand over my shoulder. I shiver at the touch, at the unexpected warmth of it. I shoot him a glance and he gives me a sharp-edged smile. “Keep going. You’re doing great.”
That twisting deep in the pit of my stomach clenches. My lungs tighten, my breaths coming in short pants against Lily’s skin. Liam’s hand is still on my shoulder, those grey eyes fixed on my own with an unnerving intensity.
“Pull down her top,” he suggests lightly, almost as if he doesn’t care whether I do or don’t. But I can see the hungry gleam in his eyes. He wants this as much as I do. “Play with her breasts. She likes that.”
I nod, grateful for the order. For a reason to delay sliding further down her body to where her legs are spread beneath me. A moment to gather my thoughts, a moment in familiar territory before I explore the unknown.
I pull the neckline of her tank top down, staring in satisfaction as her breasts come free, the fabric cupping those perfect mounds, pushing them up, pink nipples peaked towards me as if begging me to take them in my mouth. I open my lips, ready to do just that, but then Antoine’s hand is there, cupping one and then the other, expertly teasing them as he trails kisses along her jawline. I frown even as I lift up to give him room.
“Go on,” Liam urges, voice full of gravelly amusement. “Antoine will share with you, won’t you love?”
Antoine hums against Lily’s mouth but keeps his hand on her breast, cupping it, teasing the nipple with his thumb. That feeling tightens, uncomfortable and hot, an angry sort of feeling that has my balls drawing up despite it all. I surge forward, suddenly not caring about his arm in the way at all.
This is my Lily. Mine. My future wife. Not his.
I wrap my mouth around that peaked nipple, drawing it in. Lily moans, arching against me. Antoine makes an irritated sound, his arm trapped between me and her. I don’t care. He should have known better than to touch her there. I slip my hand beneath his elbow, pushing him aside as I cup her other breast. He carefully pulls his arm free, muttering something in that language of his. Probably cursing me out.
“So greedy,” he chuckles.
A hand settles on the nape of my neck, heavy and hot. I gasp, my mouth flying open, Lily’s breast coming free. The grip tightens, gently urging me to keep going. Antoine, I realize, and the heat that’s been tightening at the base of my spine nearly explodes, my vision whiting out for a moment.
I dare a glance up and he’s staring right at me, those green eyes sharp, assessing, his lips slick with saliva and kiss swollen as he pants against Lily’s jaw. His thumb traces a circle on my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine. Those green eyes blink, cat like, a silent question. I moan, letting my own eyelids flutter shut in answer as I drop back down to draw in Lily’s other nipple, following Antoine’s gentle guidance.
“Fuck.” Liam’s curse is a bitten off breath. The mattress dips as he shifts on the bed beside me. “Fuck that’s hot.”
Liam’s hand settles on my shoulder, beside Antoine’s, the weight heavier. Maybe he just means to guide me down, to silently tell me it’s time to slip between Lily’s thighs, but my skin burns beneath his palm. Meanwhile, Antoine’s fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck, twisting the strands, pulling ever so gently. I whimper, the sound thankfully muffled by Lily’s breasts, and pray they can’t see how badly I’m shaking.
“Let Antoine have a turn now,” Liam suggests, his grip on my shoulder tightening, the pressure urging me down unmistakable for anything but an order. “Go on.”
I release Lily’s nipple, pulling back to stare at her. She’s panting into Antoine’s mouth, her sharp short breaths making her breasts quiver enticingly, the pale skin red from my stubble, nipples dark and wet from my hungry kisses. Antoine releases his hold on the nape of my neck, pulling back from Lily’s kiss-swollen lips to give me an expectant look. Go on, it seems to say, you’ve had your turn.
I narrow my eyes at him and those full lips curve into a knowing smirk. But he’s right. They both are. Lily is squirming and trembling beneath me. If I put this off any longer, she might think I don’t want to do it. She might think whatever her ex-boyfriend told her was true. She might think I don’t like it when the truth is, I’m absolutely terrified because I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Move down, you big hulk,” Liam’s voice is a steady thing, lacking all softness but pulling me back to the present, anchoring me. “I want to see our girl’s pussy. It’s been too fucking long.”
I shoot him a grateful look and do as he says.
It’s easier to obey. Easier not to think. Safer to trail kisses down Lily’s trembling belly with the weight of Liam’s hand on my shoulder. Antoine shuffles on the bed beside me, quickly taking the place I vacated, pressing his body closer to Lily, his long legs trailing alongside her own as I settle between her spread thighs.
“Look at her,” Liam orders, and I obey, my gaze dropping to her exposed core. My breath punches out of me, my cock bucking where it’s pinned against the mattress.
She’s slick and swollen, puffy outer lips spreading to reveal darker petals within, her hole opening hungrily. I wet my lips at the sight of it, then reach one trembling finger out to trace her outer lips, conscious of how rough my callused fingers must be against that delicate, slick skin. I dip one fingertip inside, just enough to feel the clenching resistance of her heat, to have her moaning into Antoine’s mouth, then bring my finger to my lips, tasting her.
“So good,” I murmur around my digit, the words muffled. “You taste so good.”
That little bud sits at the top of her slit, barely larger than a pea, hidden between slick folds. I see it though, because I know where to look for it now. I’ve seen the way she responds when it’s rubbed and teased, heard those sounds she makes when she loses all control.
I want to wring those sounds out of her now.
I dip forward, slowly, tentatively. Liam’s hand moves from my shoulder to the nape of my neck, guiding me onward. Much like Antoine did before, I realize, but there is no gentleness in Liam’s touch, just demand. I sigh at the feel of it, and let him push my head between Lily’s spread thighs.
She gasps at the brush of my lips on her spread core, widening her knees to accommodate me. I drag my tongue against her folds, seeking out that hidden nub with a desperate sort of determination. For a moment, I’m terrified I won’t find it, but then I brush against something raised and hard with the flat of my tongue. I pause, triumphant with my success, then flick my tongue against it again before locking my lips around it, drawing it in with an open-mouthed kiss.
“Oh.” The word is breathless, a drawn-out sigh. “Ohh.”
A shimmer of pride rushes through me, swelling behind my ribs. The taste of her fades beneath my own saliva, but that’s a disappointment quickly forgotten when she’s trembling and panting beneath me, the mewling sounds of pleasure growing…
“You’re fucking kidding me.” Eddie’s voice cuts through Lily’s sweet moans like a knife. “This is what you guys are going to do today? Without me? You guys fucking suck, you know that?”
