Chapter 28
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
OWEN
An afternoon in the pool leaves us shriveled up and chilly. We get Ivy inside, and after a quick shower to warm up, we tuck her into bed for a short nap.
I’ve got the goofiest grin on my face the whole time. It matches the one Everest is sporting.
A part of me is convinced this whole thing is a dream, a fantasy, and that I’ll wake up at any moment because it’s too good to be true.
It’s the same feeling I get before I step into the operating room, I realize. The spike of nervousness brought on by pressure and the unknown. Do I actually know what I’m doing? What if I make a mistake and lose a life?
But once I’ve got a scalpel in my hand and bright lights shining down from above, I know exactly what to do. I fall back onto my training, my experience, and more often than not, everything goes smoothly.
I had nothing to be worried about. But that doesn’t mean I won’t worry all the same.
The second Ivy slips into sleep, I grab Everest’s hand.
He gives me an amused look as I drag him downstairs to the bathroom in the basement.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s happening right now?” Everest asks with a laugh when I crank the water all the way hot and then reach for the drawstring of his swim trunks.
“What does it look like?” I ask, pushing his trunks down and dropping to my knees at the same time.
Everest gasps and sputters when I drag my tongue along the dip that runs from above his hip down to his groin. His hand flies to the back of my head and the other slaps against the wall to steady himself. I smile as I mouth his quickly hardening cock.
“Fuck, O, oh god.”
I take his dick between my lips, suckling gently as it grows on my tongue, stretching my jaw and nudging at the back of my throat. My eyes flutter shut as I savor the feeling of him in my mouth, the musky scent, the slightly chemical taste of chlorine on his skin, the way he blocks off my airway, and how I have to fight back my gag reflex.
My head is spinning and my lungs are burning when I pull back. A strand of spit spans from my lips to the tip of his now engorged cock. I take it in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the velvet-clad steel, and give him a couple good, tight strokes.
Then I sit back to admire my handiwork. Everest’s body is taut, every muscle on display. His eyes are half-lidded and he’s breathing heavily through his mouth. Yes, good, just the way I like him. Hard and desperate and begging.
Pushing to my feet, I undo my own swim trunks and drop them to the floor. Then I take Everest by his cock and lead him into the shower.
He sighs when I move him under the water. It sluices down his impeccable body like a waterfall and he tilts his head back to submerge it under the spray.
I stand there, mouth going dry and dick growing plump as I watch him. This isn’t new to me. I’ve seen him naked dozens of times. I’ve touched and licked every inch and yet, this view never fails to take my breath away. He is the epitome of male beauty—strong and muscular with not an ounce of body fat. And those warm brown eyes that are always sparkling and dancing. The riot of curls that can only be tamed by a baseball cap.
It used to annoy the hell out of me that he was so damn handsome, that I couldn’t help but be attracted to him. But things are different now. Now, he’s mine, his body is mine, and I’m going to wring as much pleasure out of it as I possibly can.
Everest touches himself, running his hands across his chest, pinching his nipples, then down his stomach to wrap around his cock. I follow the movement closely, my own fingers twitching with the need to trace that exact path.
He strokes himself—once, twice—forming a tight ring with his fingers and squeezing from base to tip. A pearl of pre-cum forms at the slit before getting washed away. My knees go a little weak at the sight.
I grab his wrists and pull his hands away from his body. When Everest cocks a questioning eyebrow, my words come out in a growl. “No touching. This is mine.”
I run my hand down his front and take his cock into my hand. “You’re mine. Your body is mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Everest shudders and his cock jumps in my palm. “I— I’m yours. My b-body is y-yours.”
I squeeze his cock just forcefully enough for him to rise onto his toes with a high-pitched cry. Then I lean in, lips ghosting over his ear. “Good boy.”
He whimpers, trembling so much he almost collapses to the floor. Carefully, I direct him to the wall so he’s leaning back on it with his shoulders. Then I reach for the bottle of body wash and pump out a generous amount onto my palm.
Working up a lather, I set my hands on Everest’s body, staking my claim on him with every inch I touch, every bump and dip I run my fingers over. This all belongs to me—this beautiful man who I took for granted for so long, this wonderful man who I didn’t know how to appreciate.
I was too stuck in my own ways, too preoccupied with being right, too proud to really see Everest for who he is. Kind. Gentle. Fun. A goofball who says and does the dumbest things sometimes. A sensitive soul.
I drag in a stuttering breath, humbled at this gift he’s given to me. The gift of himself, of this life, of this opportunity to be truly, deeply happy.
I wash Everest, touching him with a sense of reverence I’ve never felt before. His hands, threading my fingers in between his. His armpits, lifting each arm to ensure I don’t miss a single spot. His legs, digging my fingers into his toughened quads, working my way down to his feet and toes.
Then I tap his hip, turn him around, and work my way back up. I push my thumbs into his calves and Everest groans, his forehead against the tiled wall. I massage his hamstrings, then fill my palms with his muscular ass.
He pushes his hips back as I knead his glutes, running my thumbs down into his crease and over his hole. I pull his ass cheeks apart and his hole twitches, winking at me. Leaning in, I plant a kiss right over the ring of muscle and a high-pitched whine escapes Everest. I sink my teeth into the fleshy part of his ass cheek and Everest sobs.
“Owen, please.”
Aw, my poor baby, suffering for me.
I turn him around once more and I’m greeted by his long, thick cock, jutting out in front of him. It’s straining toward me, like it can’t wait to get inside my mouth.
I glance up past his washboard stomach, past his rounded pecs. His jaw is slack, and his pupils are blown wide. His fingers are spread, flexing against the wall like he’s trying to grip it. I lock eyes with him, open my mouth, slide out my tongue, and lean forward.
Everest gasps when I place my tongue on the underside of his cock head. I let it sit there for a moment, enjoying the weight of his dick, and the salty, musky taste of it. I swirl my tongue around the smooth glans and rub my lips across them. I suck on just the tip, moaning when pre-cum pours into my mouth.
“Christ.” Everest bangs his head on the wall, his eyes squeezed shut.
I let his cock fall out from between my lips. “Watch me.” I want him to see this. See his cock disappear down my throat. Be fully alert and aware of everything I’m doing to him.
He whines before forcing his eyes open. His face is all scrunched up like it physically pains him to keep watching.
I bring my lips to his cock again and slide down his length as far as I can go. Then I just hold him in my mouth, no swallowing, no bobbing up and down, no sucking. I warm his cock, suckling gently, like I’m a fucking baby with a pacifier.
“Fuck.” His hands curl into fists. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters like it’s a mantra that will keep him from exploding prematurely.
I chuckle with his cock still sitting in my mouth. Everest growls and bangs his head against the wall a little harder. “Please, please, Owen, please,” he sobs. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”
I pull back, letting his dick pop out. Everest lets out a sound of pure frustration and I rub my hands firmly up and down his thighs. He’s cute when he’s all worked up and needy like this. His chiseled body contracted and tense. Wet strands of hair plastered against his forehead and cheeks. He looks like he’s on the brink of falling apart, but I’m the only one who can pull the trigger. The sense of power it gives me is a heady rush that’s better than any drug-induced high.
With the thumb of one hand, I lift his cock out of the way and tilt my head down to lap at his balls. Everest’s knees weaken and he slides down the wall an inch or two. A broken sob bounces off the shower’s walls, a mumble of sounds that aren’t fully formed enough to be words.
His balls are so full, heavy, and tender. The scent of them, dark and earthy, fills my senses, making my brain short-circuit. I nuzzle them, lick them, draw them into my mouth to suckle on softly. First one, then the other, then back and forth again. I let them sit on my face, on my cheeks, on my forehead, over my eyes. I worship Everest’s balls, love them, obsess over them.
“Owen, Owen, Owen,” Everest mutters, his head lolling back and forth. “Please. Please.”
I kiss my way from the base of Everest’s dick to the tip and then take him back into my mouth. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, not stopping until my nose is flush against his pelvis bone.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
No more teasing this time. No more slow and gentle. I want his cum filling my stomach. I want every last drop.
I suck like my life depends upon it, wriggling my tongue and swallowing around the head. I cradle Everest’s balls in one hand, then inch my fingers backward to press against his taint. His hips buck forward, forcing his dick deeper down my throat. I grunt at the unexpected thrust and suddenly Everest is coming.
He bites his arm, muffling his scream. Cum shoots from his cock, flooding my mouth. My hand keeps working his cock, his balls, milking him for everything he’s got, and I swallow as fast as I can, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“Stop. Stop, stop, please.” Everest finally pushes at my shoulder as he grows too sensitive.
Reluctantly, I let him slip out from between my lips. Everest grabs my arms and hauls me to my feet. Spinning us around, he pins me against the wall and attacks my mouth. He shoves his tongue inside and licks like he’s trying to find traces of his own cum.
I press myself to him. Hard muscles. Smooth, wet skin. Tingles skitter down my arms, up my back, and penetrate into the core of me. I rub myself on him, chasing the sensations that make my nerve endings spark.
My dick, hard and aching, slides against Everest’s stomach. The friction goes straight to my balls and they pull up tight against my body. It won’t take me long like this. Not with Everest’s body covering mine, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands groping everything he can reach.
I latch onto his hips, keeping him still as I hump against him. He tightens his arms around me so that we’re plastered together from knees to chest.
I’m close. So close. Right when I’m nearing the peak, I push Everest to his knees. He sinks down, tilting his head back and opening his mouth for me. I shove my cock between his lips and thrust a few times with my hands on the back of his head.
Seeing him kneeling in front of me, unresisting, letting me use him however I want, power and gratitude tumble through me in a humbling mix and suddenly I’m coming. I pull out just enough to spray my cum all over Everest’s face, then I push the tip of my cock back into his mouth to feed him the last few spurts.
His eyes are closed. His lips are curled into a serene smile. His expression is blissful, peaceful. When he blinks his eyes open, the love shining from them steals my breath away.
I don’t deserve this love or this happiness. I did everything in my power to avoid it, to push it away. Yet, it found its way to me, nevertheless. And now that I have it, I vow to do everything in my power to keep it, cherish it, and never let it go.
Laughter bubbles up from deep inside me, from a place that used to feel dark and empty and alone. It sounds a little hysterical, a little unhinged. But I don’t care. Because that cavern I used to carry around with me has been cracked wide open and Everest and Ivy have been steadily filling it up, one day at a time. I’ve never felt so full before, so satisfied and complete.
Everest leans his head on my thigh, smiling up at me. “What’s so funny?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. Just…” I smooth the hair back from his face. “Just… I love you.”