Page 51 of Pumped

The thought of his cum, his essence, drives me right to the edge and tips me over. My scream is muffled by the pillow as my orgasm erupts through me. Lightning flashes behind my closed eyes. Thunder roars in my ears. My entire body is ripped apart by pleasure beyond anything I’ve felt in a long, long time.

Sharp teeth sink into the fleshy part of my shoulder and Everest lets out a growl. His hips stutter to a halt and his cock pulses, thick and hot, inside me.

Next time. Next time, no condoms.The unbidden thought races through my orgasm-addled mind. I’m so thoroughly spent that I don’t even have the mental capacity to argue back. Next time? Who says there will be a next time?

Slowly, as my orgasm recedes, I note the weight of Everest’s body squishing me into the mattress. I try to dislodge him but I’m too weak and he’s about two hundred pounds of deadweight.

“Ev.” I shove uselessly against him.

“Mmm, sorry.” He carefully extracts himself and rolls off me.

I roll in the opposite direction so I’m not lying in the wet spot. Gradually, I push myself up and onto my feet. I step into my underwear and reach for my pants.

“You’re leaving?” Everest asks.

I glance back at him with a questioning look. What else would I be doing? That’s what happens after two people have sex.

He still looks delectable, spread out on the bed, skin glistening with sweat, hair all mussed up. His cap fell off at some point and is lying on the floor. He extricated one foot from his sweatpants, so it’s just hanging off one ankle.

But I’m not nineteen anymore. I’m not going for round two tonight. So shouldn’t we just go to bed?

He reaches a hand out to me. “Can we cuddle for a bit?”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Cuddle?” The word comes out strangled, like he’s asking me to jump off a bridge.

A look of vulnerability flashes across his face. “Yeah, I like a little cuddling after sex. It makes me feel less, you know, cold.”

From the hint of insecurity I hear in his voice, I don’t think he’s talking about the temperature.

I hesitate. Cuddling with Everest should not sound the least bit appealing. I should put my clothes on, go take a shower, and climb into the bed in my own room upstairs. But the softnessin his voice and his damn puppy dog eyes tug at my heart so insistently that I find myself giving in.

“Fine. But we need to cover this up.” I point to the wet spot like it’s personally offended me, never mind it’s my own cum I’ve left on Everest’s sheets.

He pops up and races to the bathroom across the hall. When he comes back, the condom’s gone and he’s holding a big towel that he lays across the bed. He also has a smaller, damp hand towel.

“Here. Let me…” He trails off when he sees my furrowed brow. “Or, you could…” He holds out the towel to me.

I sigh. He’s being so earnest, so sweet. I really am an unbearable asshole, aren’t I? Wordlessly, I climb back onto the bed, lying face down so Everest can clean me up. He does so with such incredible gentleness that my throat starts closing up from the sudden tenderness rushing through me. Then he tosses the towel aside and lays down next to me.

I’m not really a cuddler. I’ve never done it with any of my former lovers. I’ve never felt the need for it. So I’m a little lost on how it works. Everest seems to have no issues with that. He blissfully arranges me where he wants me and fits himself into my side. His head is on my shoulder, arm thrown across my stomach, legs tangled between mine.

He sighs contentedly, his breath cool over my heated skin. “Thanks,” he murmurs quietly.

“Uh, you’re welcome.”

It takes a while before I can actually relax into the embrace. It’s odd, unfamiliar, but also comforting in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Everest was right, damn the man. It makes me feel less cold.

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

EVEREST

It turns out that Owen isn’t so bad when he doesn’t have a stick up his ass. In fact, I credit myself for removing it. And replacing it with my own little rod. Heh heh.

After that first night when he bossed me around in my own bedroom, he’s become fucking insatiable. Every night after we put Ivy to bed, he’s shooing me down to the basement and ordering me to strip. I gladly comply. I haven’t had such regular sex or such good sex ever in my life, and that’s saying something.

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