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My hand goes to his hair, fingers dragging through the thick locks. Owen groans and the vibrations travel right to that spot deep inside that makes me quiver and shake.

“Fuck, Owen.” I grip his hair and tug. He groans again and my balls draw up as I approach the brink. “I’m going to come!”

He pulls off and I let out a cry of distress. I was so close. I was almost there.

He lets my cock drop to my stomach, the head an angry red, the veins bulging along the shaft. I can’t move. If I do, I’m pretty sure I’ll explode all over myself.

Owen steps out of his boxer briefs, thenfolds themand sets them down with his other clothes. If I wasn’t fighting so hard to keep from coming, I might’ve tried to make fun of him. But all I can do is curl my fingers into the sheets under me and hold the fuck on.

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

OWEN

Everest is debauchery personified. His zero-percent body fat physique laid out on the bed for me. Gray sweats hanging off his ankles. Ball cap askew on his head. His cock glistens with my spit, as hard as a steel rod on his stomach. It’s perfectly framed by the V just above his hip bones. He’s got every muscle contracted, hands fisting the sheets on his bed.

But it’s his face that’s the real piece of art. His eyes are glazed over and dazed with lust. His lips are parted, rosy and swollen. He looks like he’s drowning in desire, barely able to gasp for breath.

My hole twitches in anticipation. I want that thick cock inside me, filling me up. I want him to pound into me so hard and so fast that I can’t think anymore. I want to lose myself to pleasure and banish all the confusion and contradiction that’s been plaguing me. I want Everest to fuck it all out of me.

I grab the lube that Everest threw onto the bed. I almost expected him to have a jumbo-sized bottle, but it’s actually a respectfully normal size. Squeezing out a good amount onto my fingers, I set one foot on the mattress, stance wide. It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex, what with work and Ivy and everything. It’s going to take some work to get me loosened up.

Everest watches with heavy-lidded eyes as I smooth the pad of my finger around my hole. I press at my opening, and though I don’t push all the way in, that tiny bit of stimulation has my cock leaking generous amounts of pre-come. I grip myself with my free hand, stroking gently.

Everest’s tongue slips out and he licks his lips. He swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs.

“Come here.” My cock twitches when Everest immediately jumps at my instructions.

He crawls to me, propped up on his elbows, legs stretched out behind him, ankles still bound together by his sweats. For some reason, it thrills me that he hasn’t kicked them off yet. There’s nothing stopping him except the fact that I didn’t say he could.

When he gets close enough, I swipe the tip of my dripping cock over his lips. The clear, sticky pre-cum smears across them and he licks it up like it’s the juice of the most succulent fruit.

“Open up.”

He drops his jaw, tongue sticking out a bit, waiting for me to feed him. I slap my cock against his outstretched tongue and he whimpers so prettily. Everest doesn’t move as I slide a little deeper into his mouth. He doesn’t try to take control, doesn’t try to hurry things up. He just lays there, mouth open, letting me ease my way inside.

“That’s it. Such a good boy.”

His lashes flutter at the compliment and he whimpers again.

He’s still wearing his ball cap and I hold the back of his head as I carefully fuck his mouth. My hips push forward until I’m met with resistance at the back of his throat. Then I pull back, using the movement to press my fingers into my hole. The dual stimulation is exquisite.

Gratification, deep and fulfilling, settles into my bones. I have Everest exactly where I want him. Laid out in front of me, back rippling with muscle, two rounded globes of his ass, thick thighs, and muscled calves. He’s so quiet, so compliant, taking what I’m giving him without a hint of hesitation or complaint.

His whimpers grow louder and louder until they’re more like moans. He’s writhing around on the bed, most likely rubbing himself against the mattress. Spit drips down his chin.

I’ve worked two fingers into my hole and quickly I shove a third one in. It’s tight and I hiss at the sting. Everest’s eyes blink open and he peers up at me through his long lashes. Our gazes collide and it takes my breath away.

I can’t identify what it is I see in his eyes. It’s not just arousal or even pleasure. There’s something deeper, something more profound. It’s almost adoring, but that would be ridiculous. We might not hate each other the way we used to, but adoration? We’re at least several steps removed from that.

But I can’t tear my eyes away from this visual connection we’ve made. He draws me in and wraps me up in a tangled web. I might be the one issuing directions tonight, but he’s got more control over me than either of us realized. I’m at his mercy, at his beck and call. My life now revolves around Everest as much as it revolves around Ivy.

The implications of that have me stumbling away from Everest. It’s too much. Too soon. I can’t be thinking beyond anything but the physical right now. Anything else and my brain will short-circuit and die.

“Get back.” My voice is gravelly and a little unsteady.

Everest keeps his gaze on me as he complies, scooting backward to give me space on the bed. I climb on, arranging myself on my hands and knees, facing away from Everest. I don’t want to see his face while we fuck. I want to be able to pretendthat it’s an anonymous cock in my ass. I want to escape this thing brewing between us, even if it’s just temporary.

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