Leaning forward, my hair falls around us like a curtain and I kiss him slowly, tasting myself on his lips again. His hands find my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, but I catch his wrists and pin them to the mattress above his head. His breath catches, his eyes widening slightly before they darken with desire.
“Stay still,” I order against his mouth. I don't wait for an answer, lean downing for my teeth to find his collarbone. I bite down hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to make him groan. “I’m in control this time.”
Everest’s chest heaves beneath me, and I watch the war play out across his face. The urge to fight and take back control warring with something inside of him that clearly wants to surrender. I notice the moment he chooses a side, willing his muscles to relax, his hands going limp in my grip. That small surrender sends a jolt of heat straight through me.
“As you wish,” he relents. I release his wrists and sit up, straddling his hips, feeling every inch of him pressed against my cunt. He's watching me, his green eyes hungry and wary, and I hold his gaze as I reach between us. He's painfully hard as I guide him to my entrance, letting his tip press against me without pushing inside.
“Lower your hands and I stop,” I tell him, just before sinking down in one smooth motion. My wetness allows me to take him all the way to the hilt. We both shudder and groan. The stretch is perfect, his shaft filling me completely. Keeping his arms raised, his hands fist the pillow beside his head, his muscles going taut. I grin at the strain in his jaw, the effort it takes not to grab me, not to take control. If I’d known how intoxicating it was to bring Everest to his knees, I’d have done it much sooner.
Rolling my hips, I rise and lower, finding a grinding rhythm that allows me to feel every hard inch of him. My hands find his chest, nails raking along his skin. Everest hisses, his hips bucking beneath me.
“Harder,” he groans. I tilt my head, my hair tickling his side. “I mean it. Hurt me.”
“Are you sure?” I frown. There’s already red lines covering his torso. Any harder and I’ll draw blood. Yet Everest nods and I do just that, scoring vibrant red across his abdomen. His resulting groan is heady, his cock hardening impossibly more. I buck, rolling my hips again and grabbing my own breasts. It’s too much, I’m too full yet I don’t want this to end.
“See? So fucking beautiful.”
Blinking away the spots coating my vision, I see Everest staring at me like I’m the center of his universe. I swallow, tweaking my nipples as I ride him now. Harder, faster, whatever it takes to shift the atmosphere away from tenderness and back to what it really is. Simple fucking. Base need. Scratching an itch. Nothing more.
Slamming my hands onto Everest’s chest, the rhythm becomes punishing, my thighs burning but my pussy practically singing. The slap of our skin fills the room, wet and obscene sounds causing me to blush whilst powering me on. The heat builds between us, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke of his dick against my inner walls. His hands stay where I put them, but I see the tremor in his arms, the way his muscles bunch and strain, and I know he's holding on by a thread.
“Come for me,” I groan, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Impossibly, I take him deeper, harder, chasing the pleasure we’re both catapulting towards. His hands break free of their invisible hold, settling on my hips. I don’t resist, allowing him to guide the rhythm as I take us both to the brink and within seconds, Everest shatters.
He pulses inside me, the sensation of him losing control, of his pleasure spilling into me, triggers my own release. I clench around him, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through us. I cry out his name one last time, slowing my rhythm when my legs will no longer hold me.
Thankfully, Everest doesn’t fill the air with any words. I reach for the towel he discarded earlier, tucking it between my legs as I rise off him. If there was any worry that the air was about to become awkward, Everest quickly takes care of that.
Whipping the towel away, he twists us until my front meets the mattress, his hands hiking my ass up into the air. I barely have time to breathe, never mind argue. Pushing his cock back through his own cum, I scream in shock, unbelievably feelinghim harder inside me all over again. Even more unbelievable is the pulse of desire that spikes within me, my greedy cunt squeezing around him in an instant.
Leaning his body heavily over mine, Everest presses a reverent kiss against my head before his mouth drops to my ear.
“You had your turn, Meg. It’s mine now, and I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
Chapter Forty Three
“I got it, alright?” Everest grumbles into his phone, his voice rough enough to suggest he didn’t get much sleep. That may be true, as is the quiet ache lingering in my body, but I reckon I’m doing a better job of hiding it. Hiding all of it, as in, pretending it never happened like a pro. Grunting another response, Everest ends the call with a hard press of his thumb. I take a stance, leaning back against the side of his obnoxiously pristine red Lexus, with one brow raised.
“Was that the infamous Cody?” I quip, trying to find some level ground between I rode you all night and I awkwardly snuck out before you woke this morning to visit the nearest pharmacy for a Plan-B pill. Everest rolls his eyes, that practiced annoyanceslipping back into place. That alone eases a tremor of nerves I didn’t realize I was holding, putting us back on familiar ground. Without looking my way, Everest tosses his phone through the open driver’s window.
“No, it was Thiago.” That sobers me instantly and the nervous tremor snaps back into place.
“What? Why? What are you telling him?” I push off the car, my arms folding across my chest. Everest’s brow raises at my defensive stance, seeing the opportunity to goad me and taking full advantage of it.
“Oh, we were just swapping notes. He said if I tilt my pelvis at just the right angle, you make this macabre banshee’s wail—” My jacket hits Everest in the face, after I quickly tugged it free from my arms. Throwing the car door open, I drop into the passenger seat just to give the redness in my face a moment to ease. A rumbling chuckle reaches my ears as Everest lowers into the driver’s seat, and that’s when I freeze, staring straight ahead as realization settles in.Shit.
“I get the pleasure of your company up front today,” Everest comments, also picking up my mistake. “Last night must have been good.” Smacking his chest with the back of my hand, I struggle not to brood.
“Stop being witty. It doesn’t suit you.” Leaning back in the seat and fixing my gaze out the window, the weight of my jacket is dropped in my lap.
“Relax. Thiago was giving me today’s directions, since we need to turn our phones off for this part of the journey.” As he speaks, Everest reaches over, popping the glove compartment open and pulling out a small screwdriver. As if he’s not dismantling his prized Lexus, he then works on dismantling the screen embedded into his dashboard. A quiet click of metal grating against plastic fills the car, Everest’s movements remaining methodical and precise as if he’s following giveninstructions down to the last detail. Which, knowing Thiago, he probably is.
Not wanting to disturb him, but needing to put my mind at rest, I softly clear my throat. “You promise that’s all you and Thiago spoke about?” Everest pauses, the small screwdriver hovering mid-turn as his eyes narrow slightly, though his focus remains fixed on the exposed wiring.
“That’s all,” he confirms and the knot in my stomach eases. I relax back into the seat slightly, and although Everest goes back to tinkering, it seems he isn’t going to let me relax for too long. “But it’s good to know I wasn’t off base about you sleeping with him.”
An ice-like chill rains through my chest, quickly batted away by a lick of anger. I’m single, young and confused as hell, but my actions are no one else’s concern. If I’m making mistakes along the way, then so be it, but I won’t deny myself for the sake of others. After the year I’ve had, I won’t hide from desire or run from the tiny glimpses of happiness I can find. With each passing thought, the anger burns brighter. My gaze drifts to the back of Everest’s head, and when he runs a hand through his hair, I wonder if he can feel my glare searing a hole into his scalp.
“Don’t you dare judge me.”
