Chapter Forty Eight #2
For a moment, I’m held in a place of bliss and numbness, until my body jerks and an orgasm hits me like a freight train. I black out, leaning against the sofa, no longer existing. I’m merely a vessel of pleasure, a body for hedonism, and I wish it could stay that way forever.
Everest grunts, releasing the hold on my mouth as he lifts my ass higher, slamming into me with relentless stamina.
I feel him swell, smell the sweat in the air, hear the rise in his desperate grunts.
Everest withdraws suddenly, leaving me to gasp at the sudden abandonment, and he finishes into his hand.
I’m panting, shakily turning and dropping onto my back. Well, that was unexpected.
Striding out of the room, Everest disappears from view, but the splash of running water can just be heard.
He returns with a damp cloth and a pair of sweatpants, dutifully cleaning me with a few rough strokes before I’m hoisted to my feet.
Just before Everest drops to his knees to aid with dressing me, a sharp spank cracks across my ass.
“Don’t skip class again,” he warns. Despite everything that just happened, I roll my eyes, murmuring that his methods aren’t very effective. Standing in a rush of movement and gripping my chin, Everest forces me to look up into his strained features.
“You don’t want to test me, Little Meg. I’ve gone to extreme lengths to ensure you don’t throw your life away. Go to class, turn up to practice, be your best damn self.”
I frown, considering how this is the second time Everest has used that particular phrasing, but he’s quick to kiss me harshly, branding himself on my mouth.
He releases my face as quickly as he grabbed it and walks away.
Simply leaves, the bang of his bedroom door ricocheting through the house just after.
I stand there, in his games room with my bare ass hanging out and clit throbbing.
“Bye, then!” I shout, scooping up the sweatpants he discarded by my feet.
The walk back to my dorm takes half the time as it should, considering I’m practically jogging this walk of shame.
Keeping my head ducked away from the midday sun, I make it all the way back to my room without those loitering around paying me any attention. Phew, that was a close call.
Slamming the door, I whip off my clothes in exchange for grabbing a towel off the back of my high-backed desk chair.
I need a shower to wash away the bad decisions I continue to make.
There’s some resistance behind the towel, then a soft oomph as the chair spins to reveal a surprised-looking Thiago.
I inhale sharply, freezing before him in all my naked glory.
Removing his noise-cancelling headphones, he opens his mouth to speak when his eyes dart to the left. My cheeks instantly flame.
“Meg?” Thi says, a heavy question held in that single word. I press my lips together, my entire body growing taut. Thi’s eyes remain to the side, where the hanging mirror is reflecting my bare ass in full view.
“Thiago. What…what are you doing here?” I ask too breathily. He glances over to his phone on the desk, a blinking dot placing me at Everest’s house. Fuck, I left my bag and phone behind. The pieces click together in my head. Thi finished class and saw where I was, so he came here to wait for me.
Standing, Thi rounds me, his hand brushing over the spank mark that’s still pulsating slightly.
“What did he do to you?”
“Nothing that wasn’t deserved,” I rush to say. Twisting my head to spot Thi’s murderous glare, I wince. “I mean, I asked for it, truly. I…needed it.” Finally, his pale blue lift to my face.
“There are other ways to get what you need.”
I could whimper at the softness in his voice.
Where Everest is all heat and fire, Thiago is soothing like ice, but still as desired.
He returns to my front for his hands to raise, gently curling around my nape and cupping my cheek.
Tilting my face upwards, so much kinder than Everest just did, Thi lowers to brush his lips over my bruised ones.
A soft touch that holds so much reverence, the backs of my eyes prick.
I shouldn’t allow this to happen. I should set some firm boundaries, at least for myself, but instead, I cave into temptation.
Leaning into Thi’s chest, my hand glides over the cotton of his t-shirt. His tongue sweeps over the seam of my mouth, the faintest taste of coffee seeping inside. I open up to him, unable to help myself. Is there a rule about overindulging? If there is, I’ve never heard of it.
His kiss is gentle, but no less intense.
I moan into his mouth, inhaling his aftershave, overriding my senses with everything that is him.
Slowly, Thi’s hands lower from my face, carefully peeling away the towel braced between us, before standing back to look over me.
I don’t shrink away, letting him assess the red marks on my breast, the fingerprints in my hip, the handprint on my ass.
“Did you,” Thi swallows, his gaze coming back up to my eyes. “Did you consent?” My eyebrows raise at the quiet fury in his voice.
“Yes, of course.” I nod, reaching out to press against his bicep. Thi mimics my nodding, quickly flicking a glance over my naked body once more.
“Okay then.”
Closing the gap between us again, his mouth and hands are back on me.
Stroking, brushing. Fixing, repairing. Rubbing my breast with a gentle touch of knuckles over my nipple.
Kneading his way down to massage my thigh and softly rubbing my ass cheek.
Correcting all the places Everest was rough with me, rewriting the memory with a new one.
Feeling at a disadvantage, I tug his t-shirt upwards, bearing his torso to me.
“Thiago,” I breathe against his lips, yearning for something I can’t name.
Where everything with Everest had been heat and pressure and urgency, Thiago is careful and considerate.
His fingers trace along my body, mapping me by touch alone.
An ache settles in my chest before I understand it.
The way he understands me, how he truly sees all of me.
My throat tightens as his hand settles at my waist, thumb brushing absent patterns.
“What do you want, Amorzinha?” Thi asks, his blue eyes seeing through mine as if he has a direct link to my soul.
“You,” I answer immediately. A small smile draws up his lips, as he guides us back towards my bed.