Chapter 18

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

OWEN

Everest is debauchery personified. His zero-percent body fat physique laid out on the bed for me. Gray sweats hanging off his ankles. Ball cap askew on his head. His cock glistens with my spit, as hard as a steel rod on his stomach. It’s perfectly framed by the V just above his hip bones. He’s got every muscle contracted, hands fisting the sheets on his bed.

But it’s his face that’s the real piece of art. His eyes are glazed over and dazed with lust. His lips are parted, rosy and swollen. He looks like he’s drowning in desire, barely able to gasp for breath.

My hole twitches in anticipation. I want that thick cock inside me, filling me up. I want him to pound into me so hard and so fast that I can’t think anymore. I want to lose myself to pleasure and banish all the confusion and contradiction that’s been plaguing me. I want Everest to fuck it all out of me.

I grab the lube that Everest threw onto the bed. I almost expected him to have a jumbo-sized bottle, but it’s actually a respectfully normal size. Squeezing out a good amount onto my fingers, I set one foot on the mattress, stance wide. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, what with work and Ivy and everything. It’s going to take some work to get me loosened up.

Everest watches with heavy-lidded eyes as I smooth the pad of my finger around my hole. I press at my opening, and though I don’t push all the way in, that tiny bit of stimulation has my cock leaking generous amounts of pre-come. I grip myself with my free hand, stroking gently.

Everest’s tongue slips out and he licks his lips. He swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs.

“Come here.” My cock twitches when Everest immediately jumps at my instructions.

He crawls to me, propped up on his elbows, legs stretched out behind him, ankles still bound together by his sweats. For some reason, it thrills me that he hasn’t kicked them off yet. There’s nothing stopping him except the fact that I didn’t say he could.

When he gets close enough, I swipe the tip of my dripping cock over his lips. The clear, sticky pre-cum smears across them and he licks it up like it’s the juice of the most succulent fruit.

“Open up.”

He drops his jaw, tongue sticking out a bit, waiting for me to feed him. I slap my cock against his outstretched tongue and he whimpers so prettily. Everest doesn’t move as I slide a little deeper into his mouth. He doesn’t try to take control, doesn’t try to hurry things up. He just lays there, mouth open, letting me ease my way inside.

“That’s it. Such a good boy.”

His lashes flutter at the compliment and he whimpers again.

He’s still wearing his ball cap and I hold the back of his head as I carefully fuck his mouth. My hips push forward until I’m met with resistance at the back of his throat. Then I pull back, using the movement to press my fingers into my hole. The dual stimulation is exquisite.

Gratification, deep and fulfilling, settles into my bones. I have Everest exactly where I want him. Laid out in front of me, back rippling with muscle, two rounded globes of his ass, thick thighs, and muscled calves. He’s so quiet, so compliant, taking what I’m giving him without a hint of hesitation or complaint.

His whimpers grow louder and louder until they’re more like moans. He’s writhing around on the bed, most likely rubbing himself against the mattress. Spit drips down his chin.

I’ve worked two fingers into my hole and quickly I shove a third one in. It’s tight and I hiss at the sting. Everest’s eyes blink open and he peers up at me through his long lashes. Our gazes collide and it takes my breath away.

I can’t identify what it is I see in his eyes. It’s not just arousal or even pleasure. There’s something deeper, something more profound. It’s almost adoring, but that would be ridiculous. We might not hate each other the way we used to, but adoration? We’re at least several steps removed from that.

But I can’t tear my eyes away from this visual connection we’ve made. He draws me in and wraps me up in a tangled web. I might be the one issuing directions tonight, but he’s got more control over me than either of us realized. I’m at his mercy, at his beck and call. My life now revolves around Everest as much as it revolves around Ivy.

The implications of that have me stumbling away from Everest. It’s too much. Too soon. I can’t be thinking beyond anything but the physical right now. Anything else and my brain will short-circuit and die.

“Get back.” My voice is gravelly and a little unsteady.

Everest keeps his gaze on me as he complies, scooting backward to give me space on the bed. I climb on, arranging myself on my hands and knees, facing away from Everest. I don’t want to see his face while we fuck. I want to be able to pretend that it’s an anonymous cock in my ass. I want to escape this thing brewing between us, even if it’s just temporary.

The mattress dips as Everest shifts behind me. Then a rough, hot hand settles on my hip. “O?”

I stiffen at the shortened form of my name. I’ve never had a nickname before. None of my friends, not Jeremy or my parents, no one has ever thought to call me anything other than Owen. Ivy is the only one who calls me O, but mostly because she couldn’t pronounce Owen when she was little.

Everest’s use of the nickname now invokes such contradictory reactions in me that I’m paralyzed. It’s so intimate— too intimate. It suggests that he knows me, that he’s in my inner circle, that we have a mutual understanding. All things I’ve never wanted with Everest. Things I would have actively fought against not that long ago.

And yet, a warmth spreads through me at the simple nickname. It makes my cock pulse and my hole clench. It makes me yearn for more, for deeper, for closer. The incongruity of my two reactions rips a cry from my throat.

I need him to fuck me. Now. I need him to drive away every thought until I’m nothing more than a mass of flesh and bones.

“Fuck me.” There’s no movement behind me, so I turn to glare over my shoulder. Everest looks like he’s caught between two competing demands and he doesn’t know what he should do. I grab the condom and throw it at him. “I said, fuck me.”

He hesitates for a moment before ripping open the condom packet and rolling it on. I grab a pillow and bury my face in it, realizing my mistake too late. It smells like Everest, all dark and musky, yet fresh and clean. It smells comforting and safe. It smells like home.

I cling to the pillow even though I should be shoving it away. I hug it tighter as the tip of Everest’s blunt cock brushes against my hole.

“Hurry up already,” I bark, but Everest ignores me.

He takes his time running his cock up and down my crack. Every time the tip catches on the rim of my hole, my lungs seize.

Fuck. I hate this. It’s too much. He needs to get on with it. “Please.” The plea slips out unintentionally, so quiet that a part of me hopes that Everest doesn’t hear.

He does, though, because the next time his cock catches on my hole, he presses forward.

“Yesss,” I hiss as my body gives way to his invasion.

“Is this what you want?” Everest asks when the head of his dick pops inside.

“Yesss.”

“You want my cock filling you up?” He grips my hips and pulls back while he pushes forward.

“Yesss.”

“Are you hungry for my cock?”

A denial is at the tip of my tongue. No, I’m not hungry for it. I’m not a heathen. I don’t need his cock. I can pick up a hot guy just as well as the next person.

It’s all lies. I am hungry for him. It’s his cock I want inside me. It’s Everest I want destroying me from the inside out.

“Yes.” The word comes out in a sobbing cry, muffled by his pillow, but still plenty audible.

Everest’s hips snap forward, bottoming out in one swift motion. The force of the thrust and the spike of pain expel all the air from my lungs. Everest doesn’t give me time to recover, though. He immediately pulls out and slams back in.

I struggle to breathe as he does his damnedest to destroy my hole. It’s marvelous. It’s spectacular. It’s exactly what I need, what I want.

I brace myself as Everest pistons in and out of my ass, showing absolutely no mercy. His hips slap against my ass cheeks, the sound echoing in my ears. It blends with the harshness of his breathing and the grunting sound he makes whenever he bottoms out.

My elbows slide along the mattress, nudged forward by the ferocity of Everest’s fucking. I try to keep myself on my knees, but I’m no match for the pounding Everest’s giving me. With one particularly hard drive of his hips, I land flat on my stomach.

Everest doesn’t miss a beat. He adjusts his angle, pushing my legs wide and balancing himself with hands on either side of me. His cock hammers against my prostate, lighting up every nerve ending like a fucking firework show.

I scream into the pillow.

My cock rubs against the mattress underneath me. I’m so sensitive that the friction is almost painful. I squirm. I can’t stay still, but my body can’t decide whether it wants to escape the sensory overload or if it wants more.

Everest doesn’t give me a choice. He lays himself down on top of me, trapping me under his larger body. His thrusting has slowed a touch, but he’s now so much deeper inside me. He’s touching me where no one else has ever touched me before. He’s gone farther into me than anyone I’ve ever been intimate with.

Suddenly, I wish he wasn’t wearing a condom. I want him to shoot his cum into me. I want him to paint my insides with his seed. I want to be marked by him. I want to feel him drip out of me.

The thought of his cum, his essence, drives me right to the edge and tips me over. My scream is muffled by the pillow as my orgasm erupts through me. Lightning flashes behind my closed eyes. Thunder roars in my ears. My entire body is ripped apart by pleasure beyond anything I’ve felt in a long, long time.

Sharp teeth sink into the fleshy part of my shoulder and Everest lets out a growl. His hips stutter to a halt and his cock pulses, thick and hot, inside me.

Next time. Next time, no condoms. The unbidden thought races through my orgasm-addled mind. I’m so thoroughly spent that I don’t even have the mental capacity to argue back. Next time? Who says there will be a next time?

Slowly, as my orgasm recedes, I note the weight of Everest’s body squishing me into the mattress. I try to dislodge him but I’m too weak and he’s about two hundred pounds of deadweight.

“Ev.” I shove uselessly against him.

“Mmm, sorry.” He carefully extracts himself and rolls off me.

I roll in the opposite direction so I’m not lying in the wet spot. Gradually, I push myself up and onto my feet. I step into my underwear and reach for my pants.

“You’re leaving?” Everest asks.

I glance back at him with a questioning look. What else would I be doing? That’s what happens after two people have sex.

He still looks delectable, spread out on the bed, skin glistening with sweat, hair all mussed up. His cap fell off at some point and is lying on the floor. He extricated one foot from his sweatpants, so it’s just hanging off one ankle.

But I’m not nineteen anymore. I’m not going for round two tonight. So shouldn’t we just go to bed?

He reaches a hand out to me. “Can we cuddle for a bit?”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Cuddle?” The word comes out strangled, like he’s asking me to jump off a bridge.

A look of vulnerability flashes across his face. “Yeah, I like a little cuddling after sex. It makes me feel less, you know, cold.”

From the hint of insecurity I hear in his voice, I don’t think he’s talking about the temperature.

I hesitate. Cuddling with Everest should not sound the least bit appealing. I should put my clothes on, go take a shower, and climb into the bed in my own room upstairs. But the softness in his voice and his damn puppy dog eyes tug at my heart so insistently that I find myself giving in.

“Fine. But we need to cover this up.” I point to the wet spot like it’s personally offended me, never mind it’s my own cum I’ve left on Everest’s sheets.

He pops up and races to the bathroom across the hall. When he comes back, the condom’s gone and he’s holding a big towel that he lays across the bed. He also has a smaller, damp hand towel.

“Here. Let me…” He trails off when he sees my furrowed brow. “Or, you could…” He holds out the towel to me.

I sigh. He’s being so earnest, so sweet. I really am an unbearable asshole, aren’t I? Wordlessly, I climb back onto the bed, lying face down so Everest can clean me up. He does so with such incredible gentleness that my throat starts closing up from the sudden tenderness rushing through me. Then he tosses the towel aside and lays down next to me.

I’m not really a cuddler. I’ve never done it with any of my former lovers. I’ve never felt the need for it. So I’m a little lost on how it works. Everest seems to have no issues with that. He blissfully arranges me where he wants me and fits himself into my side. His head is on my shoulder, arm thrown across my stomach, legs tangled between mine.

He sighs contentedly, his breath cool over my heated skin. “Thanks,” he murmurs quietly.

“Uh, you’re welcome.”

It takes a while before I can actually relax into the embrace. It’s odd, unfamiliar, but also comforting in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Everest was right, damn the man. It makes me feel less cold.

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