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I chuckle with his cock still sitting in my mouth. Everest growls and bangs his head against the wall a little harder. “Please, please, Owen, please,” he sobs. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

I pull back, letting his dick pop out. Everest lets out a sound of pure frustration and I rub my hands firmly up and down his thighs. He’s cute when he’s all worked up and needy like this. His chiseled body contracted and tense. Wet strands of hair plastered against his forehead and cheeks. He looks like he’s onthe brink of falling apart, but I’m the only one who can pull the trigger. The sense of power it gives me is a heady rush that’s better than any drug-induced high.

With the thumb of one hand, I lift his cock out of the way and tilt my head down to lap at his balls. Everest’s knees weaken and he slides down the wall an inch or two. A broken sob bounces off the shower’s walls, a mumble of sounds that aren’t fully formed enough to be words.

His balls are so full, heavy, and tender. The scent of them, dark and earthy, fills my senses, making my brain short-circuit. I nuzzle them, lick them, draw them into my mouth to suckle on softly. First one, then the other, then back and forth again. I let them sit on my face, on my cheeks, on my forehead, over my eyes. I worship Everest’s balls, love them, obsess over them.

“Owen, Owen, Owen,” Everest mutters, his head lolling back and forth. “Please. Please.”

I kiss my way from the base of Everest’s dick to the tip and then take him back into my mouth. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, not stopping until my nose is flush against his pelvis bone.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

No more teasing this time. No more slow and gentle. I want his cum filling my stomach. I want every last drop.

I suck like my life depends upon it, wriggling my tongue and swallowing around the head. I cradle Everest’s balls in one hand, then inch my fingers backward to press against his taint. His hips buck forward, forcing his dick deeper down my throat. I grunt at the unexpected thrust and suddenly Everest is coming.

He bites his arm, muffling his scream. Cum shoots from his cock, flooding my mouth. My hand keeps working his cock, his balls, milking him for everything he’s got, and I swallow as fast as I can, not wanting to waste a single drop.

“Stop. Stop, stop, please.” Everest finally pushes at my shoulder as he grows too sensitive.

Reluctantly, I let him slip out from between my lips. Everest grabs my arms and hauls me to my feet. Spinning us around, he pins me against the wall and attacks my mouth. He shoves his tongue inside and licks like he’s trying to find traces of his own cum.

I press myself to him. Hard muscles. Smooth, wet skin. Tingles skitter down my arms, up my back, and penetrate into the core of me. I rub myself on him, chasing the sensations that make my nerve endings spark.

My dick, hard and aching, slides against Everest’s stomach. The friction goes straight to my balls and they pull up tight against my body. It won’t take me long like this. Not with Everest’s body covering mine, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands groping everything he can reach.

I latch onto his hips, keeping him still as I hump against him. He tightens his arms around me so that we’re plastered together from knees to chest.

I’m close. So close. Right when I’m nearing the peak, I push Everest to his knees. He sinks down, tilting his head back and opening his mouth for me. I shove my cock between his lips and thrust a few times with my hands on the back of his head.

Seeing him kneeling in front of me, unresisting, letting me use him however I want, power and gratitude tumble through me in a humbling mix and suddenly I’m coming. I pull out just enough to spray my cum all over Everest’s face, then I push the tip of my cock back into his mouth to feed him the last few spurts.

His eyes are closed. His lips are curled into a serene smile. His expression is blissful, peaceful. When he blinks his eyes open, the love shining from them steals my breath away.

I don’t deserve this love or this happiness. I did everything in my power to avoid it, to push it away. Yet, it found its way to me, nevertheless. And now that I have it, I vow to do everything in my power to keep it, cherish it, and never let it go.

Laughter bubbles up from deep inside me, from a place that used to feel dark and empty and alone. It sounds a little hysterical, a little unhinged. But I don’t care. Because that cavern I used to carry around with me has been cracked wide open and Everest and Ivy have been steadily filling it up, one day at a time. I’ve never felt so full before, so satisfied and complete.

Everest leans his head on my thigh, smiling up at me. “What’s so funny?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. Just…” I smooth the hair back from his face. “Just… I love you.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

EVEREST

“Great job! You totally killed it today!” I stand next to the studio door and high-five each of the guys in my class as they leave. I’m bouncing on my toes, hyped up on the adrenaline and energy of the class.

Life’s been good the past couple weeks since we got back from the Memorial Day weekend at Owen’s parents’ house. Like, unbelievably good. Like, better than I’ve ever experienced.

Mars opened up registration for our outdoor summer boot camp classes and they filled up in a couple days. Owen and I finished clearing out Eden and Jeremy’s old room and we’ve unofficially moved in—unofficially because if I think about it too much, the idea of taking over my sister’s old bedroom still kind of freaks me out. The school semester is drawing to a close and Ivy’s birthday is coming up.

And… that’s probably the only dark cloud in this whole situation—Ivy. I don’t know what happened. It’s like she got body-snatched somewhere between Westchester and Brooklyn. She started out the drive as a sweet kid—kind, well-mannered, and easy-going. But by the time we got home, she’d morphedinto this irritable and short-tempered terror. She and Owen are back to arguing almost every day, and this time, I kind of have to side with Owen. Crazy, I know.

But seriously. She gets upset overnothing. We asked her what she wanted to watch for movie night the other day and she couldn’t decide. When Owen picked something for her, she threw a temper tantrum. I took her grocery shopping last week, and when I said she couldn’t buy the entire candy aisle, she had a meltdown in the middle of the store. We went on a family walk one evening, and she threw herself onto the grass, wailing and flailing for no apparent reason. Owen just about died of mortification when strangers started staring.

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