Chapter Forty Two #2
“Everest, please,” I beg, chasing down the orgasm I’ve been long since denied.
He doesn’t stop, his tongue pushing inside to fuck me with deep strokes, his fingers on my clit again.
Gripping his hair, I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing beneath him as I cry out.
“Say it again,” he groans against me, diving back in to see me through.
“Yes, Everest, don’t stop.” He doesn't. He works me through the climax that easily could have killed me off.
His tongue eases as I come down, lapping at me with a tenderness that feels almost cruel after the brutality of before.
I'm shaking and oversensitive, but he still doesn't pull away until I'm gasping and pushing at his shoulders with weak, trembling hands.
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he sits up, his mouth glistening as it stretches into a smug grin. I kick his bicep weakly, willing myself to have the strength to move.
“My turn,” I mutter feebly. Assessing me with a raised brow, Everest shakes his head at the ceiling and then crawls up my body.
His mouth is on mine in an instant, my own taste smearing across my lips.
The salt and musk of my own arousal swamps us as I bite his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Yet he groans, arms winding around my back to pull me closer.
His dick is rock hard now, pressing against my thigh through his boxers.
Lowering my arms, I tug the waistband over his hips and grip his shaft in an iron fist.
“I said, it’s my turn.” Everest resists for a fraction of a second, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he lets me guide him onto his back with my hand cemented around his dick. Much like a human joystick. Wriggling his boxers down his legs and tossing them aside, I straddle his hips.
This is instantly better, I decide. The way the neon light carves shadows across his chest, the sudden vulnerability in his features as he looks up at me with those green eyes resetting my psyche. I have the control back.
Leaning forward, my hair falls around us like a curtain and I kiss him slowly, tasting myself on his lips again.
His hands find my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, but I catch his wrists and pin them to the mattress above his head.
His breath catches, his eyes widening slightly before they darken with desire.
“Stay still,” I order against his mouth. I don't wait for an answer, lean downing for my teeth to find his collarbone. I bite down hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to make him groan. “I’m in control this time.”
Everest’s chest heaves beneath me, and I watch the war play out across his face.
The urge to fight and take back control warring with something inside of him that clearly wants to surrender.
I notice the moment he chooses a side, willing his muscles to relax, his hands going limp in my grip.
That small surrender sends a jolt of heat straight through me.
“As you wish,” he relents. I release his wrists and sit up, straddling his hips, feeling every inch of him pressed against my cunt.
He's watching me, his green eyes hungry and wary, and I hold his gaze as I reach between us.
He's painfully hard as I guide him to my entrance, letting his tip press against me without pushing inside.
“Lower your hands and I stop,” I tell him, just before sinking down in one smooth motion.
My wetness allows me to take him all the way to the hilt.
We both shudder and groan. The stretch is perfect, his shaft filling me completely.
Keeping his arms raised, his hands fist the pillow beside his head, his muscles going taut.
I grin at the strain in his jaw, the effort it takes not to grab me, not to take control.
If I’d known how intoxicating it was to bring Everest to his knees, I’d have done it much sooner.
Rolling my hips, I rise and lower, finding a grinding rhythm that allows me to feel every hard inch of him. My hands find his chest, nails raking along his skin. Everest hisses, his hips bucking beneath me.
“Harder,” he groans. I tilt my head, my hair tickling his side. “I mean it. Hurt me.”
“Are you sure?” I frown. There’s already red lines covering his torso.
Any harder and I’ll draw blood. Yet Everest nods and I do just that, scoring vibrant red across his abdomen.
His resulting groan is heady, his cock hardening impossibly more.
I buck, rolling my hips again and grabbing my own breasts.
It’s too much, I’m too full yet I don’t want this to end.
“See? So fucking beautiful.”
Blinking away the spots coating my vision, I see Everest staring at me like I’m the center of his universe.
I swallow, tweaking my nipples as I ride him now.
Harder, faster, whatever it takes to shift the atmosphere away from tenderness and back to what it really is.
Simple fucking. Base need. Scratching an itch. Nothing more.
Slamming my hands onto Everest’s chest, the rhythm becomes punishing, my thighs burning but my pussy practically singing.
The slap of our skin fills the room, wet and obscene sounds causing me to blush whilst powering me on.
The heat builds between us, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke of his dick against my inner walls.
His hands stay where I put them, but I see the tremor in his arms, the way his muscles bunch and strain, and I know he's holding on by a thread.
“Come for me,” I groan, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Impossibly, I take him deeper, harder, chasing the pleasure we’re both catapulting towards.
His hands break free of their invisible hold, settling on my hips.
I don’t resist, allowing him to guide the rhythm as I take us both to the brink and within seconds, Everest shatters.
He pulses inside me, the sensation of him losing control, of his pleasure spilling into me, triggers my own release. I clench around him, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through us. I cry out his name one last time, slowing my rhythm when my legs will no longer hold me.
Thankfully, Everest doesn’t fill the air with any words. I reach for the towel he discarded earlier, tucking it between my legs as I rise off him. If there was any worry that the air was about to become awkward, Everest quickly takes care of that.
Whipping the towel away, he twists us until my front meets the mattress, his hands hiking my ass up into the air.
I barely have time to breathe, never mind argue.
Pushing his cock back through his own cum, I scream in shock, unbelievably feeling him harder inside me all over again.
Even more unbelievable is the pulse of desire that spikes within me, my greedy cunt squeezing around him in an instant.
Leaning his body heavily over mine, Everest presses a reverent kiss against my head before his mouth drops to my ear.
“You had your turn, Meg. It’s mine now, and I’m nowhere near finished with you.”