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The mattress dips as Everest shifts behind me. Then a rough, hot hand settles on my hip. “O?”

I stiffen at the shortened form of my name. I’ve never had a nickname before. None of my friends, not Jeremy or my parents, no one has ever thought to call me anything other than Owen. Ivy is the only one who calls me O, but mostly because she couldn’t pronounce Owen when she was little.

Everest’s use of the nickname now invokes such contradictory reactions in me that I’m paralyzed. It’s so intimate—toointimate. It suggests that he knows me, that he’s in my inner circle, that we have a mutual understanding. All things I’ve never wanted with Everest. Things I would have actively fought against not that long ago.

And yet, a warmth spreads through me at the simple nickname. It makes my cock pulse and my hole clench. It makes me yearn for more, for deeper, for closer. The incongruity of my two reactions rips a cry from my throat.

I need him to fuck me. Now. I need him to drive away every thought until I’m nothing more than a mass of flesh and bones.

“Fuck me.” There’s no movement behind me, so I turn to glare over my shoulder. Everest looks like he’s caught between two competing demands and he doesn’t know what he should do. I grab the condom and throw it at him. “I said, fuck me.”

He hesitates for a moment before ripping open the condom packet and rolling it on. I grab a pillow and bury my face in it, realizing my mistake too late. It smells like Everest, all dark and musky, yet fresh and clean. It smells comforting and safe. It smells like home.

I cling to the pillow even though I should be shoving it away. I hug it tighter as the tip of Everest’s blunt cock brushes against my hole.

“Hurry up already,” I bark, but Everest ignores me.

He takes his time running his cock up and down my crack. Every time the tip catches on the rim of my hole, my lungs seize.

Fuck. I hate this. It’s too much. He needs to get on with it. “Please.” The plea slips out unintentionally, so quiet that a part of me hopes that Everest doesn’t hear.

He does, though, because the next time his cock catches on my hole, he presses forward.

“Yesss,” I hiss as my body gives way to his invasion.

“Is this what you want?” Everest asks when the head of his dick pops inside.

“Yesss.”

“You want my cock filling you up?” He grips my hips and pulls back while he pushes forward.

“Yesss.”

“Are you hungry for my cock?”

A denial is at the tip of my tongue. No, I’m not hungry for it. I’m not a heathen. I don’t need his cock. I can pick up a hot guy just as well as the next person.

It’s all lies. I am hungry for him. It’shiscock I want inside me. It’s Everest I want destroying me from the inside out.

“Yes.” The word comes out in a sobbing cry, muffled by his pillow, but still plenty audible.

Everest’s hips snap forward, bottoming out in one swift motion. The force of the thrust and the spike of pain expel all the air from my lungs. Everest doesn’t give me time to recover, though. He immediately pulls out and slams back in.

I struggle to breathe as he does his damnedest to destroy my hole. It’s marvelous. It’s spectacular. It’s exactly what I need, what I want.

I brace myself as Everest pistons in and out of my ass, showing absolutely no mercy. His hips slap against my ass cheeks, the sound echoing in my ears. It blends with theharshness of his breathing and the grunting sound he makes whenever he bottoms out.

My elbows slide along the mattress, nudged forward by the ferocity of Everest’s fucking. I try to keep myself on my knees, but I’m no match for the pounding Everest’s giving me. With one particularly hard drive of his hips, I land flat on my stomach.

Everest doesn’t miss a beat. He adjusts his angle, pushing my legs wide and balancing himself with hands on either side of me. His cock hammers against my prostate, lighting up every nerve ending like a fucking firework show.

I scream into the pillow.

My cock rubs against the mattress underneath me. I’m so sensitive that the friction is almost painful. I squirm. I can’t stay still, but my body can’t decide whether it wants to escape the sensory overload or if it wants more.

Everest doesn’t give me a choice. He lays himself down on top of me, trapping me under his larger body. His thrusting has slowed a touch, but he’s now so much deeper inside me. He’s touching me where no one else has ever touched me before. He’s gone farther into me than anyone I’ve ever been intimate with.

Suddenly, I wish he wasn’t wearing a condom. I want him to shoot his cum into me. I want him to paint my insides with his seed. I want to be marked by him. I want to feel him drip out of me.

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