“Now you want to be coy?” I can hear the smile in his tone. He widens my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and simply blows over my clit. I tense on impact, catching sight of his green eyes. He’s got the devil in them. “Let me see how beautifully you’re going to squirt for me today.”
The smugness in his features makes me want to push him away and say never again, but my self-preservation is stronger. I came here for a reason. I came here because I can’t forget this. I need this. So I lower my head against the back of the sofa and relax into his hold.
The faintest trace of a fingertip brushes my clit and I suck in a breath through my nose. It travels down, gliding over my entrance with the barest touch and circles my ass. Using his saliva, Everest travels back up and does it again. And again, until I’m wound so tight, I’m on the verge of screaming. I find myself chasing it, baring down in the hopes he might take pity on me, or that I can angle him to touch me deeper.
The next time his finger rolls around my ass and travels back up, I shift myself forward, openly pushing my cunt towards his face. He merely chuckles, the vibration rumbling over my clit just as his mouth closes around it. I groan out of pure need and a second later, that finger is back at my ass and pushes its way inside. I gasp, tensing on instinct. Everest doesn’t relent, barely giving me a moment to hiss against the sting before he’s pumping his finger into me, adding a second when he can. As he sucks my clit hard enough for me to see stars, my hands dive into my own hair, tugging at my scalp painfully. I can’t let Everest shatter me this easily.
But it’s useless and he knows it. I’m being stretched in the most sinful way, my pussy aching to have something to close around. Dragging his tongue over my sensitive bud, Everest pulls back and uses the hand that was gripping my thigh to rub my clit,fast. His fingers are buried in my ass whilst the others are a blur of movement, driving me exactly where he wants me to go.
“Are you going to behave for me now, Meg?”
I scream my response, my back arching off the sofa as the first tremors consume my core. My legs tremble against the onslaught, my breath caught between banshee-like cries as I explode. I gush into his hand, euphoria sending me to a place that doesn’t care for embarrassment. Everest spreads my juices all over my cunt and ass, withdrawing his fingers to flip me over.
I’m still coming down from my climax, my head woozy and body shivering with pleasure. The blunt head of his cock pushes at my entrance and glides in with minimal effort. I realize he’s used my wetness on his hand to lube himself, the long length of his shaft primed and ready. If I thought Everest would go easy on me now, I’m pleased to say I’m dead wrong.
He drives into me with abandon. The sounds of our pleasure, strained mewls and soaked, slapping skin, expand through theroom and down the hallway. Leaning forward, Everest’s wet fingers force their way into my mouth, gripping my lower jaw. Saltiness coats my tongue and I bite down on his digits, grunting against his vigorous thrusting.
Sliding his other hand beneath my sweater, Everest grabs my breast painfully, lost to whatever beast breaks free when his golden boy façade slips. This is who he really is. Who the world doesn’t get to see, and it’s ridiculous that I feel any semblance of pride that I can bring it out in him. Perhaps it’s humbling to know that even those who appear to have it all are actually broken inside.
Everest tweaks my nipple, and I cry out as my collar bone is rammed against the back of the sofa. Pushing my own hand between my thighs, I circle my clit, seeking out the friction he started. If he feels me, he doesn’t say anything, but neither of us are capable of coherent words currently. Instead, he releases my breast and just after, his thumb pushes against the rim of my ass. I shamelessly push back against him with the desire to be touchedeverywhere. To be filled and used, to forget who I am and that I’ve ever felt anything but pure rapture.
For a moment, I’m held in a place of bliss and numbness, until my body jerks and an orgasm hits me like a freight train. I black out, leaning against the sofa, no longer existing. I’m merely a vessel of pleasure, a body for hedonism, and I wish it could stay that way forever.
Everest grunts, releasing the hold on my mouth as he lifts my ass higher, slamming into me with relentless stamina. I feel him swell, smell the sweat in the air, hear the rise in his desperate grunts. Everest withdraws suddenly, leaving me to gasp at the sudden abandonment, and he finishes into his hand. I’m panting, shakily turning and dropping onto my back. Well, that was unexpected.
Striding out of the room, Everest disappears from view, but the splash of running water can just be heard. He returns with a damp cloth and a pair of sweatpants, dutifully cleaning me with a few rough strokes before I’m hoisted to my feet. Just before Everest drops to his knees to aid with dressing me, a sharp spank cracks across my ass.
“Don’t skip class again,” he warns. Despite everything that just happened, I roll my eyes, murmuring that his methods aren’t very effective. Standing in a rush of movement and gripping my chin, Everest forces me to look up into his strained features.
“You don’t want to test me, Little Meg. I’ve gone to extreme lengths to ensure you don’t throw your life away. Go to class, turn up to practice, be your best damn self.”
I frown, considering how this is the second time Everest has used that particular phrasing, but he’s quick to kiss me harshly, branding himself on my mouth. He releases my face as quickly as he grabbed it and walks away. Simply leaves, the bang of his bedroom door ricocheting through the house just after. I stand there, in his games room with my bare ass hanging out and clit throbbing.
“Bye, then!” I shout, scooping up the sweatpants he discarded by my feet. The walk back to my dorm takes half the time as it should, considering I’m practically jogging this walk of shame. Keeping my head ducked away from the midday sun, I make it all the way back to my room without those loitering around paying me any attention. Phew, that was a close call.
Slamming the door, I whip off my clothes in exchange for grabbing a towel off the back of my high-backed desk chair. I need a shower to wash away the bad decisions I continue to make. There’s some resistance behind the towel, then a soft oomph as the chair spins to reveal a surprised-looking Thiago. I inhale sharply, freezing before him in all my naked glory.Removing his noise-cancelling headphones, he opens his mouth to speak when his eyes dart to the left. My cheeks instantly flame.
“Meg?” Thi says, a heavy question held in that single word. I press my lips together, my entire body growing taut. Thi’s eyes remain to the side, where the hanging mirror is reflecting my bare ass in full view.
“Thiago. What…what are you doing here?” I ask too breathily. He glances over to his phone on the desk, a blinking dot placing me at Everest’s house. Fuck, I left my bag and phone behind. The pieces click together in my head. Thi finished class and saw where I was, so he came here to wait for me.
Standing, Thi rounds me, his hand brushing over the spank mark that’s still pulsating slightly.
“What did he do to you?”
“Nothing that wasn’t deserved,” I rush to say. Twisting my head to spot Thi’s murderous glare, I wince. “I mean, I asked for it, truly. I…needed it.” Finally, his pale blue lift to my face.
“There are other ways to get what you need.”
I could whimper at the softness in his voice. Where Everest is all heat and fire, Thiago is soothing like ice, but still as desired. He returns to my front for his hands to raise, gently curling around my nape and cupping my cheek. Tilting my face upwards, so much kinder than Everest just did, Thi lowers to brush his lips over my bruised ones. A soft touch that holds so much reverence, the backs of my eyes prick. I shouldn’t allow this to happen. I should set some firm boundaries, at least for myself, but instead, I cave into temptation.
Leaning into Thi’s chest, my hand glides over the cotton of his t-shirt. His tongue sweeps over the seam of my mouth, the faintest taste of coffee seeping inside. I open up to him, unable to help myself. Is there a rule about overindulging? If there is, I’ve never heard of it.
His kiss is gentle, but no less intense. I moan into his mouth, inhaling his aftershave, overriding my senses with everything that is him. Slowly, Thi’s hands lower from my face, carefully peeling away the towel braced between us, before standing back to look over me. I don’t shrink away, letting him assess the red marks on my breast, the fingerprints in my hip, the handprint on my ass.
“Did you,” Thi swallows, his gaze coming back up to my eyes. “Did you consent?” My eyebrows raise at the quiet fury in his voice.
“Yes, of course.” I nod, reaching out to press against his bicep. Thi mimics my nodding, quickly flicking a glance over my naked body once more.
