Page 26 of Avalanche
I hadn’t thought of that.
In all our conversations, when Liam asked what I wanted until I thought I couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer, I never asked them if they felt comfortable with this.
“Is this okay?” I ask Matty. The question punches out on an exhale as Liam thrusts forward, the move making Antoine’s fingers press against my sensitive clit.
Matty nods, licks his lips. “Yeah,” he rasps. “It’s… I’m good. It’s good.”
“She’s ready.” Liam’s voice is a bitten off rumble, vibrating against my spine. I can feel his panting breaths against my neck, can feel the pounding of his pulse in the fingertips pressed into the flesh of my hips. He seats himself in me fully, his grip vice-like as he holds me to him.
Matty’s expression twists as he adjusts himself beneath me, the head of his cock brushing across my slick entrance, but not quite sliding in. “I… I can’t. It’s not… the angle…”
I frown, attempting to peer down between our bodies. But of course, I can’t. And my arms are trembling as it is, struggling to hold myself up against the weight of Liam’s thrusts and the relentless tease of Antoine’s touches.
“You need a condom.”
Antoine’s reminder has Liam and Matty both going still, a frisson of ice running through my limbs. We’d forgotten. We’d almost forgotten. If the angle had been right, I would have sunk down on Matty’s cock and fucked him bare, without a condom between us. Matty and I blink at each other, equal looks of horror washing the color from our faces.
“Here.” Antoine’s fingers drop away from where they’re pressed against my swollen bud, leaving me momentarily bereft. “Let me.”
Without preamble, Antoine grabs one of the condom packs strewn on the mattress, and rips it open. He stares at Matty for a brief moment, his gaze dropping to where Matty’s hands are shaking against my thighs, the way he’s gripping me with the desperation of a ship moored against a storm.
Antoine’s brow dips and I wonder if he’s remembering the way Matty struggled with the condom last time, the way embarrassment marred his pale skin as he struggled to roll the thin latex over his cock. With our bodies close like this, with Matty unable to see what he’s doing, it’s quite likely he won’t be able to get it on at all.
Antoine swallows, a look of determination steeling over his features. “I can do it if you want.” The offer is whisper soft. Gentle.
Matty stills, eyes flying wide. Liam’s fingers tighten on my hips, his breath hitching.
“Okay,” Matty croaks. Color rushes back into his cheeks, his forehead, the tips of his ears, erasing the pallor that had stolen over his features moments before. “Yeah. That’d be… yeah.”
Matty’s words are bitten off on a gasp when Antoine reaches between us. I feel the back of his hands brush against me, hear the wetness of the condom sliding on Matty’s length.
“Here,” Antoine murmurs, and whatever he’s doing, it’s enough to have Matty panting wildly through gritted teeth, eyes darting with all the panic of a caged animal as he looks between me and Antoine. When the head of Matty’s cock presses against my entrance, I realize—Antoine isn’t just putting the condom on him, he’s guiding him in.
The realization rolls like lightning down my spine, settling between my thighs, my pussy throbbing against the head of Matty’s cock.
“Yes. There,” I pant. “That’s it.”
I sink down just as Matty thrusts beneath me, slowly, so slowly. Antoine pulls his hand free. Liam makes a strangled sound behind me and Antoine rises up on his knees, meeting him in a kiss. I’m vaguely aware of their whispered breaths mingling at my back, of Antoine’s body pressing against my side as he seeks out Liam…
It’s hard to focus on it, hard to feel anything but the pressure building within me, the burning stretch of Matty’s cock as it pushes in, dragging against every nerve, lighting me on fire.
“Oh my god,” I breathe. “Oh my god.”
“That’s it,” Liam murmurs, his praises punctuated by the sound of his and Antoine’s kisses. “Fuck she’s taking us so good.”
I drop down fully onto Matty, whimpering when the pleasure dances with the edges of pain. My thighs quiver, the muscles refusing to hold myself up a moment longer, the burn of exhaustion too much.
“You’re going to have to…” I pause, drawing in a panting breath, “my legs. I don’t think I can…” I look down at Matty in apology. “I don’t think I can move,” I tell him.
“I can… oh… hngh…” Matty squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip as his features tighten with determination.
“And you wanted to go train today,” Liam huffs, but the reprimand doesn’t quite have the same effect when he’s panting above me. “You can’t even ride Matty’s cock.” He pulls back, slowly, carefully, holding my hips in place, keeping me flush against Matty. “That’s okay, love. We don’t need you to move. You just have to take our cocks. And you’re doing that so, so well, aren’t you?”
Liam rocks back in, not quite as slowly as before, not quite as gently. I feel the drag of his length tunnelling through me, that membrane between him and Matty feeling like its stretched paper thin. Matty’s back arches in response, a strangled sound of pleasure ripping out of him.
“You can feel that, can’t you?” Liam asks around gritted teeth. “You can feel when I fuck her?”
Matty whimpers, nodding, an inarticulate agreement, his hips arching tremulously beneath me.
