Pumped (Mars Fitness #3)

Chapter 26

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

OWEN

I’m paralyzed by how much I want what Everest is offering. That cock. Filling me up. His cum. Painting my insides. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Everest is sprawled out in the nest of blankets and pillows, every muscle on display. Wide shoulders, defined biceps, washboard abs. A tantalizing V at his hips that I like running my tongue along. His thighs are impossibly thick. A dusting of blond hair covers his shins.

He strokes himself lazily from the base to the very tip of his long, thick cock. When he squeezes the head, pre-cum leaks out of the slit. He swipes it up with his thumb, brings it to his lips, and sucks it into his mouth.

His lips purse, pillowy and slightly pink. When he pulls his hand away, his tongue slips out, lewd and erotic, swiping across the bottom lip, leaving it glistening.

Jesus Christ, no wonder I hated him so much before. He is sex personified and he knows exactly how to flaunt it, how to use it to manipulate me, to hook me and reel me in.

My clothes go flying, landing on the floor in heaps. At the back of my mind, a voice reminds me that they’ll end up wrinkled if I leave them like that, but I can’t be bothered to fold them properly at the moment. I need that cock inside me. Now.

I reach for the packet of lube, but Everest holds it out of my reach. He takes my wrist and tugs me forward. I land on top of him, naked chest to naked chest, naked stomach to naked stomach, hard cock against hard cock. He hooks his leg around the back of my knees, trapping me in place.

“Let me,” he murmurs, his breath feathering across my ear.

I shudder.

In the weeks we’ve been having regular sex, I usually prep myself. It’s faster, more efficient, less cumbersome. The thought of letting Everest do it instead—of letting him set the pace and take control—it’s… My heart pounds in my chest as it struggles with the part of my brain that resists. I don’t want to, and yet I yearn for it so desperately it feels like I might die without it.

God. Why does Everest always have this effect on me? How does he always turn me so thoroughly inside out?

“Come on, let me in,” Everest whispers again. The earnestness in his voice breaks down the last of my defenses.

Doesn’t he know he’s already taken up residence inside me? That I’m already his? Every inch of me, every cell, every molecule, every thought, every breath. I have been Everest’s, for longer than I’m willing to admit, and I can’t fight it any longer.

I nod—just a tiny movement of my chin—and Everest flips us over. He slots himself between my legs, sliding his leaking cock against my balls, against my taint.

“Don’t move.” His eyes sparkle as he repeats my words back to me.

I scowl at him—loving and hating how our positions have reversed—and bury my fingers into the sheets.

He smirks and lowers his head.

This might be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. Everest scrapes his teeth down my front, teases my nipples with his tongue, plants kiss after kiss across my chest and stomach. When he gets down to my cock, he skips it altogether. Instead, he lifts my legs into the air and stuffs a pillow under my ass.

I’m exposed. Open. Laid bare before this man. He devours me with his eyes, the browns darkening to black. His fingers grip the backs of my thighs hard enough that I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow, and suddenly I’m craving his marks on my body. I want the evidence of his desire for me. I want to see them and remember this moment, the look of raw hunger on his face, the all-consuming heat in his eyes.

I’m not prepared when Everest dives down, stuffing his face between my ass cheeks. I let out a high-pitched whine as his tongue swipes circles around my hole, as he laps at me before pushing inside. I can’t help it. It’s filthy. Obscene. Vulgar. And I never want him to stop.

My hand leaves the bed and latches onto the back of Everest’s head, keeping him in place, pushing him deeper. His tongue is sure and confident as it works its way steadily into my body. He fucks me with his tongue, lips sealed around my hole.

My cock leaks an entire lake onto my stomach. My legs shake almost violently, still stuck in the air.

Without stopping or even slowing, Everest reaches up, fingers making contact with my lips, just like I did with him. I don’t hesitate to open my mouth and suck his fingers inside. I lick them, swirling my tongue around the digits until they are wet and dripping with my spit.

Then Everest brings those same fingers to my hole and pushes one into me. I’m so relaxed from Everest’s tongue-fucking that his finger sinks in with no resistance at all, right down to the knuckle. He adds another and that too slides easily inside.

He works his fingers in and out, scissoring them, curling them. His tongue licks everywhere, alternating with his fingers to reduce me into a puddle of pleasure. When he adds a third, I hardly even feel the stretch. Instead, it gives me a pleasant fullness that’s not nearly enough. I want more. I need more. I need his cock, filling me up, completing me.

I tug on his hair, but Everest doesn’t budge. His fingers don’t stop. His tongue doesn’t stop. He works my ass like he wants to get his whole fucking hand in there, like he wants to crawl right the fuck inside.

Jesus. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I can’t take it anymore and I don’t ever want him to stop. I tug on his hair again. He grunts.

I tug harder and he shoves his fingers forcefully into me. His knuckles ram against the outside of my rim and my whole body convolves at the surge in pleasure. He curls his fingers and rubs forcefully on my prostate. White-hot fire rips through me and I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my shout.

He’s enjoying this, the fucker. He’s having the time of his life watching me come apart at the seams. I swear I can feel him smiling against my ass cheeks. The vibrations from his chuckles travel right up my ass, hitting me deep in the gut.

“Evvv…” His name comes out as a sob. I can’t help it. My senses are overwhelmed with the flood of sensations, and I’m little more than a pile of bones and nerve endings.

Everest lifts his head. The bottom half of his face is wet. His lips are red and shiny. His hair is a mess and his pupils are blown so wide there’s only a ring of black. He looks fucking gorgeous.

I grab the back of his neck, yanking him toward me as I sit up, and smash my lips against his. He grunts in surprise, but still manages to catch himself on an elbow when I pull him on top of me.

“Fuck me, Ev,” I murmur against his lips. “I need you to fucking fuck me.”

But he doesn’t. He holds himself above me, gazing down with more love and affection than anyone has ever looked at me with. It steals my breath away. It makes my heart somersault in my chest. It makes me feel strong and mighty, but also small and undeserving.

I’ve said a lot of nasty things to Everest over the years. I’ve treated him worse than I’ve ever treated anyone else. I’ve been truly, embarrassingly horrid to him, and yet, he still finds it in his heart to look at me like that. Like I’m the best man he’s ever met. Like I hung the moon.

Everest swipes his thumb over my temple, catching the tear that escaped the corner of my eye. I squeeze my eyes shut and Everest brushes his lips against my eyelids.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he says softly, the same way he comforts Ivy when she’s upset. “It’s all good. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

He kisses me then. Not hurried and frantic like before, but rather slow, almost lazily, like we have all the time in the world, like we have the rest of our lives.

“Please,” I breathe. “I need you.” I open my eyes to gaze up at him, but his face is a blur from the close proximity and the lingering tears. The words bubble up, completely unprompted. They fill me up to brimming and I have no choice but to release them into the open. “I love you.”

A smile splits across Everest’s face, so bright and full of joy, completely unfettered and unreserved. I can’t help but smile too, at how silly and goofy Everest can be, at how much he’s grown over the past several months, how much he’s changed me at the same time.

I’m a better man because of him. A better partner. A better parent.

“I love you too, O. So fucking much.”

We kiss, savoring the taste of each other, enjoying the shape of each other’s mouths. The blunt tip of Everest’s naked cock touches my hole. And when he pushes forward, I bear down. I take him inside me, slow and steady, inch by inch. He’s unrelenting. Unyielding. Forcing me open to accommodate his length and his girth. Remaking me so I’m a mold around him.

When he bottoms out, he drops his forehead to mine. We’re both breathing hard. Both shaking with tightly wound pleasure. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He slides his hands behind my back.

We’re locked together. As close as any two people can be. My cock is trapped between our stomachs. We breathe the air from each other’s lungs.

We don’t fuck. It can’t be called fucking when it’s this intense, this visceral. I don’t even know if this is making love. This is two souls, stripped of every protective layer, vulnerable and delicate, coming together and merging into one. We rock together. Tangle our tongues together. Cling to each other like we’re each other’s life preservers in this storm called life.

No matter how hard the winds buffet us, no matter how high the waves toss us, we still have each other and we’ll save each other. Every single time. I know this with a certainty that surpasses all understanding. There's no reason to it, no logic. But I know it’s true, with every fiber of my being, in the deepest parts of my soul.

Everest is so perfect inside me, hitting me at all the right angles, stretching me right to the limit. His body slots against mine like we were made for each other. His mouth is heaven and he kisses me like the devil himself.

The friction on my cock is just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to push me over. The longer we’re locked together like this, the more the pleasure builds. And builds. And builds. Until I can’t contain it any longer.

My orgasm bubbles up gradually, eventually spilling over. The waves swell slowly, but they are no less powerful than if we were fucking like machines. They crest, break over me, and drag me to the bottom of the ocean floor. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I’m caught in the force of an orgasm so strong I’m sure I’m going to die.

“Fuck, O.” Everest sinks his teeth into my shoulder as his body goes taut. Heat fills my passage as Everest comes inside me. His cum. In my body. Shooting deep.

The realization unleashes another set of waves. My balls contract almost painfully. My cock pulses between our stomachs. My ass clamps down hard, trying to milk every drop of Everest’s cum.

“I love you. I love you so much. So much. All of you. Everything. I hate it. I can’t help it. I don’t wanna fight anymore. I love you. I need you. Every day. All the time. I?—”

“Shh.” Everest’s lips cover mine and only then do I realize that I’m the one who’s been babbling incoherently.

A sob escapes me. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I never wanted to fall in love with Everest. I never wanted to bare my soul to him and have him embrace me wholeheartedly. I never wanted to be this vulnerable, this raw, this exposed. But now that I’m here, now that I’ve come this far, I don’t want to go back. I want more. More of this. More of him. More of us.