Chapter Forty Eight
“I, erm, well I didn’t hear anything…except maybe a head hitting a wall. Is everything okay?” My gaze roams Everest’s body, his t-shirt and baggy shorts showing no sign of injury. Leaning his head back against the door, he takes a whole inhale, exhale before looking at me once again.
“It’s fine. Just part of the package being me. Why aren’t you in class?” His eyes narrow, whatever he was dealing with being shoved into the background.
“I had a weird morning, so I just left and came here apparently.” I lick my lips, bouncing my knee nervously.
Not nervous at Everest’s probing stare, but at the whole situation.
Coming here was a huge mistake, and serves to remind me that I don’t actually know as much about Everest as I thought I did.
This man who drove me across the country, who was with me for one of the biggest mistakes of my life, has secrets that he’s determined to keep buried.
Everest studies me in equal measure, from my paint-crusted fingers, to my sweater, down my wide flowing jeans and dirty sneakers currently pressed into his cream carpet. The next time he speaks, it’s a growl laced with accusation.
“How does that help with the whole acting normal thing?” A shiver rolls down my spine at his tone, as if I can directly feel the rumble in his chest deep within mine. Licking my lips, I place a hand on my thigh to stop it from bouncing.
“In my defense, you pointed out during our road trip that skipping class isn’t out of the ordinary for me. So technically, I’m playing my role perfectly.” There’s the hitch of a smug grin at the corner of my mouth that Everest doesn’t return whatsoever.
“And coming here? Is that part of the role?” His brow raises. I shrug, pushing up to stand.
“Your parents might be happy about it.” There’s a flicker of heat in Everest’s eyes, yet he makes no move to close the distance between us.
That familiar regret churns in my gut and I bend to shoulder my bag.
“But you’re apparently not, so I’ll leave you be.
” Striding towards the open door, my shoulder has barely brushed Everest’s when his hand flies up and curls around my neck.
Not painfully, but in warning that I probably shouldn’t resist, unless I want to have a real good time.
“It seems a lesson in behaving is required,” Everest sneers and for a moment, I’m not sure if his irritation is directed at me or himself. All I do know is, my thighs clench and my mind screams, yes please daddy. However, my stubborn pride interferes. Me and that bitch need to have an intervention.
“There’s a thousand girls on campus who will behave for you.” I bark a laugh and the fingers around my throat tighten, his lips dropping to my ear.
“There are billions of women in the world and I’m only interested in one.”
I gasp softly, my chest exploding with butterflies.
The hand at my neck shifts south, curving over the denim of my jeans.
He gropes my ass hard, pushing my pelvis up towards his groin.
Through his shorts, he’s quickly hardening.
Everest starts pushing against me, forcing my feet to backtrack towards the sofa.
His chest invades my space, his cologne fills my senses.
Opening my mouth to say something stupid no doubt, Everest saves me by crashing his mouth against mine.
There’s nothing tentative about the heat of his tongue chasing mine, the way he knows how to steal the air from my lungs.
The back of my calves hit the sofa and I go down, dragging him with me.
His hand placed on my hip tightens, as if he needs to physically tether himself to me.
My fingers fist into his T-shirt, pulling him closer even though there’s nowhere left to go, every inch of space between us consumed by the firm press of our desire.
Between rolling his cock against the apex of my thighs and the urgency of his mouth moving against mine, Everest’s fingers find the button of my jeans. Without breaking contact, he strains to rip the seams for the button to pop free. I gasp, unfisting his T-shirt to slam my hands against his chest.
“Hey! These are my favorite jeans!” Leaning back just enough for his green eyes to roam my face, Everest’s bruised lips curve into something almost resembling a smirk.
“When you’re a good girl for me, I’ll get you your favorite everything.”
“You can’t change me with bribery,” I scoff, shoving at his chest again.
He seriously does not understand how difficult it is for a woman with child birthing hips to find comfortable jeans with the ideal leg length.
Yet the smile Everest was struggling to form continues to grow, punching through layers of control as he retreats to kneel on the floor.
“I don’t need you to change. I need you to behave.
” Bracing his hands in my waistband, his knuckles pop with veins as he rips the denim harshly.
Seams burst, the material shredding in half.
My cheeks flaring hot with both lust and indignation, cool air brushing against the wetness of my thong.
Everest’s brow raises, and I simultaneously regret and love myself for my life choices.
It barely takes more than a gentle tug of the drenched strip of fabric and they have been snapped too, uselessly hanging from my hips.
Everest lifts the back of my knees, fully exposing my ass and cunt to him.
“The…Any-anyone could come in,” I mutter weakly, looking at the open door. Everest leans forward and spits against my pussy.
“Now you want to be coy?” I can hear the smile in his tone. He widens my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and simply blows over my clit. I tense on impact, catching sight of his green eyes. He’s got the devil in them. “Let me see how beautifully you’re going to squirt for me today.”
The smugness in his features makes me want to push him away and say never again, but my self-preservation is stronger. I came here for a reason. I came here because I can’t forget this. I need this. So I lower my head against the back of the sofa and relax into his hold.
The faintest trace of a fingertip brushes my clit and I suck in a breath through my nose.
It travels down, gliding over my entrance with the barest touch and circles my ass.
Using his saliva, Everest travels back up and does it again.
And again, until I’m wound so tight, I’m on the verge of screaming.
I find myself chasing it, baring down in the hopes he might take pity on me, or that I can angle him to touch me deeper.
The next time his finger rolls around my ass and travels back up, I shift myself forward, openly pushing my cunt towards his face.
He merely chuckles, the vibration rumbling over my clit just as his mouth closes around it.
I groan out of pure need and a second later, that finger is back at my ass and pushes its way inside.
I gasp, tensing on instinct. Everest doesn’t relent, barely giving me a moment to hiss against the sting before he’s pumping his finger into me, adding a second when he can.
As he sucks my clit hard enough for me to see stars, my hands dive into my own hair, tugging at my scalp painfully.
I can’t let Everest shatter me this easily.
But it’s useless and he knows it. I’m being stretched in the most sinful way, my pussy aching to have something to close around.
Dragging his tongue over my sensitive bud, Everest pulls back and uses the hand that was gripping my thigh to rub my clit, fast. His fingers are buried in my ass whilst the others are a blur of movement, driving me exactly where he wants me to go.
“Are you going to behave for me now, Meg?”
I scream my response, my back arching off the sofa as the first tremors consume my core.
My legs tremble against the onslaught, my breath caught between banshee-like cries as I explode.
I gush into his hand, euphoria sending me to a place that doesn’t care for embarrassment.
Everest spreads my juices all over my cunt and ass, withdrawing his fingers to flip me over.
I’m still coming down from my climax, my head woozy and body shivering with pleasure.
The blunt head of his cock pushes at my entrance and glides in with minimal effort.
I realize he’s used my wetness on his hand to lube himself, the long length of his shaft primed and ready.
If I thought Everest would go easy on me now, I’m pleased to say I’m dead wrong.
He drives into me with abandon. The sounds of our pleasure, strained mewls and soaked, slapping skin, expand through the room and down the hallway.
Leaning forward, Everest’s wet fingers force their way into my mouth, gripping my lower jaw.
Saltiness coats my tongue and I bite down on his digits, grunting against his vigorous thrusting.
Sliding his other hand beneath my sweater, Everest grabs my breast painfully, lost to whatever beast breaks free when his golden boy facade slips.
This is who he really is. Who the world doesn’t get to see, and it’s ridiculous that I feel any semblance of pride that I can bring it out in him.
Perhaps it’s humbling to know that even those who appear to have it all are actually broken inside.
Everest tweaks my nipple, and I cry out as my collar bone is rammed against the back of the sofa.
Pushing my own hand between my thighs, I circle my clit, seeking out the friction he started.
If he feels me, he doesn’t say anything, but neither of us are capable of coherent words currently.
Instead, he releases my breast and just after, his thumb pushes against the rim of my ass.
I shamelessly push back against him with the desire to be touched everywhere.
To be filled and used, to forget who I am and that I’ve ever felt anything but pure rapture.