Chapter Forty Two
“Take this off,” Everest suddenly speaks, tugging at my cami vest. I obey far too easily, my nipples hard and aching for touch.
Blindly tossing the fabric into the dark, the cool air hits my skin, tantalizing me even before Everest’s eyes drag over my chest. His hands are on me in an instant, flicking his thumbs over the tight buds with an appreciative sound.
“So responsive,” he remarks. His hand cups my breast fully, kneading firmly and the sensation is like a live wire straight to my core.
There’s no pretense of shyness or tentative touches.
Purely base instinct that we both know means nothing more.
My back arches, a sound caught between a gasp and a whimper escaping my throat.
“If I’d known you were so in need, I'd have initiated this earlier.”
Bringing me back down to earth, I roll my eyes and I smack his hands away.
“Shut up and lie still.” Nudging Everest’s shoulder deeper into the lumpy mattress, I wriggle out of my shorts and straddle him. He chuckles lightly, far too amused.
“There she is.” I ignore him in favor of rolling my hips, seeking friction between my thighs wherever I can get it. At this current moment, it’s from pressing my clit across his growing erection.
Everest shifts beneath me, dropping his competitive edge to aid me in my efforts.
Lifting his hand, he trails his fingers over my body starting at my ribs, then over my hip and coming to rest on my inner thigh.
The neon light catches the smooth planes of his chest, shadows pooling in the hollow of his throat and catching his Adam’s apple as he swallows.
There’s a beat where we simply stare at each other, Everest’s blond hair ruffled against the pillow. It’s a shame he’s so set on angering me, since he is rather lovely to look at without a scowl. Remembering himself, his fingers slide lower, dipping into my wetness and we both groan.
“Holy fuck, Meg. You’re soaked,” he hisses, green eyes locked on mine.
I want to deny his words, but there’s no hiding the truth.
Brushing his knuckles against my clit, my head tips back, pure ecstasy radiating through my body.
“Why am I getting the impression this wetness isn’t for me?
” I roll my head forwards, my eyelids hooded.
I don’t even have the energy to blush, and Everest surprisingly smirks.
“It’s okay. I’ll take on the challenge of holding your attention now. ”
“You talk too much,” I deflect, leaning down to capture his mouth with mine.
Before the motion can become anything close to intimate, my teeth sink into his lip.
His pleasured hiss synchronizes with the jolt of his hardening cock, pressed against my center.
Only the cotton of his boxers separates us, and that’s quickly becoming sodden.
Grabbing the back of my head, Everest holds me in place until the kiss softens.
Our lips glide across one another’s, teasing between heavy breaths.
Everest’s tongue slips into my mouth first, the hold on my hair tilting my head back to open for him.
It’s more passionate than I was expecting, all heated tension between our mouths and devilish torment between my thighs.
His fingers work me with unhurried strokes that borders on cruel, knowing exactly where to press, exactly how much pressure, and exactly when to pull back to start again.
I’m trembling above him, my hands squeezing his pecks when he finally pulls back and looks up at me through dazed eyes.
“I want you to ride my cock all night,” Everest announces, his voice rough.
“But first, I’m going to empty out whatever is going on in that brain of yours.
” Before I can mutter a reply, he flips me with ease, his biceps landing either side of my head.
I gasp, my chest rising and falling between us.
I momentarily enjoy the brush against my nipples before Everest drags himself back.
I could almost whimper until his mouth is on me again.
Kissing his way down my body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake, Everest wills me to surrender.
Just this once, in the darkness of a seedy motel.
I let my head fall back, unable to deny him any longer.
His mouth finds my hipbone, teeth scraping lightly until he bites down hard.
A sharp gasp tears from my throat, my body jerking beneath him, but his hand clamps down on my thigh, pinning me to the mattress.
The sting radiates outward, a bright, burning line that travels straight to my core.
I feel myself clench around nothing, desperate for the ache to be filled.
Taking his sweet time, Everest returns to dragging his lips across my stomach, his tongue tasting my skin like he's enjoying a fine dining experience.
His breath is hot against the dip of my navel, and when he exhales, the air shudders across my sensitized stomach, raising goosebumps in its wake.
My fingers find his hair, twisting the sun-bleached strands, and finally, he descends.
My hips rise of their own accord, Everest physically pinning me back into place.
Dipping low, he audibly inhales my scent and I flush, the burn seeping into my cheeks.
An appreciative sound rumbles from his chest like an animal, his fingers toying and opening me to his hungry gaze.
I squirm, opting to throw an arm over my eyes and forget what I’m doing, and who I’m with.
Instead, Thiago’s picture flares to life in my mind.
Except it’s not a picture now, it’s a moving image of his fist gliding up and down his cock, his head tilting as he grins at me.
In the real world, Everest’s teeth find the bud of my clit.
I buck violently, that first touch sending a bolt of electricity through my entire being.
Grazing slightly, his tongue instantly follows, a hot and cold routine he continues.
The contradiction drives me mad, pain and pleasure, dominance and worship, all tangled together.
Behind my eyes, Thiago has picked up his pace, a bead of precum forming.
He smirks at it before smoothing the moisture over the veins of his cock.
Everest’s mouth closes over my clit and he sucks hard, a possessive pull that arches my back off the mattress.
A sound I can’t quite describe escapes me, and I feel his smile against my cunt. The bastard.
“Whose name are you going to scream, Meg?” Everest asks, reading my goddamn mind.
I lift my arm to note the challenge in his eyes.
Holding my gaze, he pushes two fingers inside of me and I almost black out.
Still, years of rivalry, of always trying to best the other, can’t override the raw base need coiling in my gut.
“Fuck you.” Everest’s chest rumbles again, his smile stretching so wide, his sharp incisors are on show. A weaker woman would have came then and there.
“So stubborn. I’m going to hold you on this ledge until my name is the only one on your mind.”
Spreading my thighs wider with his other hand, his fingers dragging back as my slickness coats them.
Holding them up, the neon light catching on the glistening of his digits, Everest licks along the edge, giving me a full show on how long his tongue is.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Lining his fingers up with my entrance, he tilts his head with a smugness I can’t help but be attracted to. And trust me, I’ve tried.
“You need this,” Everest comments, his thumb drifting to my clit and pressing down. “Let yourself go for once.” Then he pushes those two fingers back inside me, so hard and deep that I cry out, my hips bucking against his palm.
His fingers curl, finding that spot inside me that makes my vision blur, and he works me with a brutal, relentless rhythm.
There's no finesse now, no careful building.
Just the primal actions of a man who has always had a one-way ticket to my darkest desire, ready for him to simply turn on the charm and take it.
I hate that as much as I appreciate it right now.
Keeping his thumb pressed against my clit, Everest draws rough circles to counterpoint the thrusting of his fingers, and the dual sensation sends me spiraling toward the edge.
I'm close. So close. My thighs clamp around his hand, trying to hold him there, to trap him against me, but he pulls back, withdrawing his fingers with a wet sound that makes me whimper in frustration.
Once again, he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean, whilst his eyes never leave mine.
The sight of him tasting me sends a fresh wave of heat through my already burning body.
"Say my name, Meg," he commands. It's no longer a request. He knows what I need better than I do, yet still, against all of my better judgement, I shake my head. Everest shifts lower, his shoulders pushing my thighs apart. His breath brushes against my cunt, close enough for the ghost of contact, but still not close enough. I writhe, seeking friction he won’t give me.
Instead, he blows against my heated center and nudges my clit with his nose.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hands fisting in the sheets and hips tilting toward him. “Fuck, Everest. I need you.” There’s a pause, a sharp inhale, then his mouth descends on me and the world stops spinning.
He devours me, his tongue flat and broad, licking from my entrance to my clit in one long, wet stroke.
The whimper I make is broken, a sob and a moan tangled together.
His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me open for him as he feasts like a man starved.
His mouth works me with a hunger that borders on violence, his tongue circling my clit in tight, merciless strokes that have me seeing stars.
I'm babbling, his name spilling out of me on repeat as my hips grind against his face. Everest groans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my already overloaded nerves.