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I open my eyes, blinking rapidly as I meet Antoine’s concerned gaze with my own. “I love you.” The words come out before I can stop them, whisper soft but somehow heavy, settling in the empty space between us. “I’m in love with you guys.”
It’s easier to say the second time, especially when Antoine’s lips part, when his throat bobs, when he blinks and those dark lashes are damp with unshed tears. Matty makes a choked sound beneath me, bending forward to press frantic, brushing kisses against my sternum, against my breasts and the base of my throat. Liam strokes the length of my spine, the curve of my waist, a hum of approval vibrating against me as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
Now that I’ve said it, I can’t help feeling relieved, like I’ve set aside some weight I’ve been carrying. But I don’t want them to feel like they have to say it back. And I certainly don’t want them to stop—not when the promise of oblivion is dancing through my veins, spiraling like a hurricane in my consciousness.
“I love you,” I say again, then give Antoine a teasing smile. It feels wobbly, heavy with a mixture of embarrassment and hope. I narrow my eyes at him in challenge. “And I want you to let me suck your cock.”
Chapter 8
Matty
I love you.
Lily’s words, the sweetness of that admission, it is nearly enough to send me over the edge.
I’m in love with you guys.
I press frantic, blind kisses across her skin, my hands moving to pull her closer to me as I try to regain the ability to speak, to think, to breathe.
I love you.
Liam murmurs something against Lily’s spine, rocking slowly into her. I feel the length of his cock, solid and heavy against my own, separated only by a thin membrane. I thrust against it, against him, into her, chasing the release that has been building, building, building, but always just out of reach.
Liam had warned about that. Had told her that it could take longer for us to come. Something about the tightness and the pressure and reduced blood flow.
I hadn’t really been paying attention.
My eyes blink open, hot with unshed tears. I stare up the sleek column of Lily’s throat, the underside of her jaw as she opens her mouth for Antoine. At Antoine’s muscled thighs dusted with a light covering of dark hair, at the way they flex as he moves forward, at the veins on the backs of his hand as he grips Lily’s chin. He sinks his cock into her mouth, his beautiful face fixed on hers as she takes him in.
“That’s it,” Liam purrs, and I feel the vibration of his words against my cock, as if our bodies are joined somehow. “Give our girl what she wants, love.”
Love.
That word, the sound of his voice, it has everything rushing with renewed force down my spine, the aching need drawing up behind my balls. My hips snap upwards as I chase that feeling with a blind sort of desperation, ignoring the ache in my glutes, the quivering burn of my abdominal muscles.
All the while, I watch Lily and Antoine in rapt fascination. Lily’s breasts, pink from my kisses, bobbing in time with my and Liam’s thrusts. Antoine’s balls, heavy and dark against Lily’s chin. His glistening length, peeking from between Lily’s lips each time he pulls back.
My own mouth waters at the sight of it, my fingers twitching against Lily’s hips as I imagine what it would be like to run my hands over his body as well.
Antoine’s fingers tangle in Lily’s hair, pulling her against him. She moans, the sound vibrating through me.
“I’m— I’m going to come,” Antoine gasps, the words almost keening sharp. “Lily. Lily. I’m going to?—”
Lily makes a choked sound but doesn’t pull away. I stare, open mouthed as her throat bobs, as she swallows around the length of him, drinking him down.
“That’s it,” Liam purrs, reaching around to trace his fingers along the column of her throat. “Swallow every drop. Such a good girl.”
Heat spirals through me at his words, at the sounds Lily is making, at the sight of her lips, dripping with saliva and Antoine’s release. He pulls back and she gasps, her lips curving into an awed sort of smile as she drags in panting breaths.
Antoine sits back on his heels, bending to cup her face with trembling hands, a look of pure reverence on his face. “That was…” He shakes his head, murmuring something in French that I don’t understand. Something beautiful and articulate, no doubt.
Lily licks her lips, replies. Her words swim over me. English or French, I’m not sure any more.
“Kiss her,” Liam orders. I don’t know if he’s talking to me or Antoine, but I obey without thinking, lunging up on my elbows to crash my lips against hers.
She whimpers, a surprised sort of sound before opening up for me, meeting her tongue with my own.
She tastes like him.
