40. Everest

CHAPTER FORTY

Everest

I’ve been spending way too much time in my room.

I’m scrolling through my phone, not really looking at anything in particular. I could go out into the living room just for a change of scenery, but that would mean running into either Elton, Rhys, or both. Each option I’m avoiding for obvious reasons. Elton because I don’t think I can keep the guilt written off my face, and Rhys because I don’t think I could prevent myself from jumping him. So, even though I’m bored, I keep just scrolling through all the mindless ads on this one app until I reach some actual content.

The knock on my door is soft and subtle. I sit up to answer, but it’s already being pushed open until Rhys’s head pops up from behind it.

It’s ridiculous how quickly I’m on my feet, standing at the edge of my bed like a love-struck fool as he comes in. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

He smiles, checking over his shoulder once before stepping in and closing the door behind him. The click of the lock is muted as I take in just how good he looks. He must have just showered because he’s all misty and fresh, his glasses a bit fogged, and his hair wet under his hat.

“I’ve missed you,” I blurt out, chewing on my bottom lip as he takes a step closer.

He chuckles. “We see each other every day.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

I miss being with him. It’s not just the sex, even though I do miss the fuck out of that. It’s being able to spend time with him, whether we’re lying in bed together watching television or sitting side by side as we eat breakfast. I miss the little touches, the way he looks at me like there’s nothing else, and the comfort we’ve found with each other.

“I know,” he whispers. His soft brown eyes show that, once again, he can read me better than anyone has before. “I miss you too, baby.”

Once he reaches me, he cups my face in his hands and brings our lips together. His tongue sweeping against the seam of my mouth has me opening to him. My arms automatically wrap around his neck to pull him closer as his hands migrate down my body to the seam of my shorts.

“Mmm,” I mumble, a little hazy with pleasure when he starts massaging my cock. “What are you doing?”

“Told you I missed you,” he rasps, finishing me out of my shorts, giving me long purposeful strokes that cause my dick to harden embarrassingly quickly. “Fuck, Ev. I need you.”

I throw my head back and my eyes flutter shut as he presses kisses up my neck until he’s nibbling on my ear. “Is Elton home?”

There’s a reason we haven’t been fooling around in the week since my brother’s been back. Elton has been everywhere . All the time. Literally. I can’t walk out of my room without running into him, and he’s been wanting to spend every free second of his day with either Rhys or I. Considering I’m still skittish around him, he’s chosen to hog my boyfriend instead.

“Nope,” Rhys says, slowly walking me backwards, only stopping when the back of my knees hit my bed. “He’s seeing his advisor.”

That breaks my resolve. I cave, letting myself fall into Rhys the way I always do. Like there’s just the two of us on the planet. Like he holds my very heart in the palm of his hand.

I drag him until we’re both lying on the bed, him hovering above me as I try to pull his shirt over his head. “It’s been hell. Seeing you and not being able to touch you. Having you so close. I feel so empty without you.”

He nods, almost feverish with the intensity in which his brown eyes sear my skin. The corner of his lips tugs up into a smirk with so much dirty promise. “Not for long.”

Slipping off my shorts, he crawls down my body, mouthing my skin until he reaches my cock. He gives long, languid licks that drive me crazy, focusing on the precum gathering on my tip. With hollowed cheeks, he goes lower and lower until his nose is buried in the dark thatch of hair at the base.

“Your mouth… So fucking amazing. Jesus, Rhys, you’re so good at this,” I groan, petting the back of his head until he’s humming around my length. “Let me fuck your face, please.”

His burning eyes flick up just as he drops his jaw, giving me the silent permission I need. I cup the back of his head and use all my strength to fuck up into him. He’s perfect, incredible, with saliva pooling down his chin and tears in his eyes. Eyes that he keeps locked on me. There’s so much blazing passion there, so much intention, and it makes my toes curl. When I feel my gut tighten, I try to push him off, but he takes my hips with a bruising grip and forces me to keep moving.

“Rhys, I’m going to come,” I whine. I don’t want this to be over so quickly, not when I don’t know the next time we can be with each other like this.

He pops off, replacing his mouth with his hand, not giving me a moment of reprieve. “That’s the point. Have you been touching yourself?”

I shake my head, gritting my teeth as I try to fight my threatening orgasm. “No.”

“You’ve got so much pent-up cum, don’t you, baby?” he teases. His free hand gently fondles my balls, rolling them around like he’s trying to milk the cum out of me. “I think you can let go for me more than once.”

When he’s looking at me like a meal ready to be devoured, somehow powerful, even though he looks like a wreck, there’s nothing I can do but obey him. The pressure of his hand twisting at my head and the way he’s massaging my balls forces the cum out of me. It’s not a hungry inferno that makes me fly off the bed, but more of a slow melting into the comforter that’s just as satisfying.

“Perfect,” he coos, caressing my hip as he smiles at me with pride. “Flip over, baby. I want to look at this hot ass while I pound into it.”

Boneless and cum-drunk, I do as he says. I let him manipulate my body until my ass is hiked in the air and my chest is pressed against the bed. The noises escaping my lips as lubed fingers enter me should be embarrassing, but the way he growls under his breath lets me know that he likes it.

He tags my prostate, and I whimper, squirming to a point where he has to hold me down with a hand between my shoulder blades.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I chant, then cry out when another finger slips in. “Rhys, it’s too much.”

“Hold on, I’ve got you,” he grunts, an almost animalistic tilt to his voice as I feel his head press against my entrance. Ever-so-slowly, he fills me, and the drag of his cock makes my blood heat until I’m sure I’m just a puddle of goo.

The sweet tenderness doesn’t last long, however, because like a man possessed, a trigger is flipped. His nails dig into my ass, using my cheeks as handles as he fucks me like a cocksleeve.

“Damn, Ev. I wish you could see how you take me. Every”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“inch.”

“Don’t stop,” I beg, feeling wet tears coat my cheeks. Christ. If I knew getting fucked after coming was going to feel like this, we’d do it more often. “Please, keep fucking me.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on stopping.” Chuckling, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up until my back meets his chest. “I’m a fucking part of you, Everest Hill. Can you feel me? Taking up every inch of you? Every single bit that belongs to me.”

I feel all that and more. So much more. I belong to him more than he knows. He knows me better than anyone—the good and the bad—and he takes me as I am. He’s seen me at my worst but still treats me like I’m everything.

I throw my arm back to wrap around his neck, craning my face until our lips are brushing, charging the air between us. “Yes, fuck, Rhys… I l?—”

“Little bro! You in there?”

The moment is crushed. I panic, jerking in his arms as I whip my head toward the door. “Shit! We need to stop?—”

“I locked the door. I can’t stop, baby. Don’t make me. Please,” he begs, fucking me even harder, so desperately, like I’m going to be ripped away from him. “I’m so close. I need you.”

“Ev?”

Closing my eyes, I ignore Elton’s voice and focus on Rhys. My initial reaction was to stop, but you know what, fuck that. Rhys is my boyfriend and I love him—setting aside the fact that he doesn’t know that last part—and I want to feel him finish inside me. Rhys says he needs this? Well, so do I.

Something sick and twisted curls in my gut. A darkness I didn’t know I had clawing its way up my throat. I fall forward, bracing my hands on the mattress and looking over my shoulder. “Fuck me harder.”

Rhys’s eyes flash with surprise. He falters for a second, eyes darting to the door, because I’m entirely sure he expected me to make him stop. When I start fucking myself back on him, all the attention is returned to me.

“Ev?”

Rhys licks his lips, running his finger around my tight and stretched rim. He stares at me as he sticks that finger in his mouth before bringing it back to my entrance. “You better answer him, or else he’ll think something is wrong.”

I glance at the door, imagining Elton behind it. “I’m fine— Fuck !”

I’m not prepared when Rhys forces his finger into me, fucking me with it as his cock rubs against the digit. He takes over, thrusting and fingering me, stretching me so painfully that it’s beautiful.

“Are you okay?”

“S-Stubbed my t-toe,” I stutter, biting down hard on my lip to trap my moan. “Fine! I’m fine!”

“You’re more than fine, baby,” Rhys whispers darkly, wiggling his finger as he picks up his pace. “You’re going to be gaping for me. My cum is going to slide out of this loose hole and I’m going to fuck it back into you.”

“I just got that new horror movie! Want to watch it together?”

“You don’t play fair,” I rasp, so fucking unbelievably close to coming again. I balance myself on one hand as I take my cock in the other. I turn my head to address Elton. “I’m good!”

“So fucking good,” Rhys growls, slapping my ass with his free hand. “Give me your cum, baby.”

“You sure? We could grab some arepas from the food truck and ? —”

So close. So close. So fucking close. “Fuck!”

“You sure you’re okay? Everything alright in there?”

My stomach tightens. My nerves set ablaze. My heart pounding.

Rhys delivers one final thrust.

“Come now .”

His hot, sticky cum fills me.

“Hey, you know where Rhys is?”

I come on a silent cry, so overwhelmed that my body twitches and spasms. Rhys pulls out, palming my ass, only to shove his cock back in, which elicits the most sinfully wet sounds I’ve ever heard.

“So good for me,” he murmurs, fucking me slowly, wringing out every last drop of cum. “So perfect.”

“N-No more,” I cry softly, collapsing onto the bed. “You win. I’m dead.”

He huffs a chuckle but pulls out. His warm release trickles down my thigh, and I’m not even embarrassed at the fact that he’s staring at what I’m sure is a puffy, red, cum-slicked mess.

“Do you think he’s gone?” I ask, sighing and forcing my eyes to stay open as Rhys lies down beside me. Immediately, I latch onto him, wrapping myself around his body like a spider monkey.

“I don’t hear him,” he says, gently circling my hole with a content hum. “But he’s probably going to come up here again.”

“I miss this.” Snuggling into him, my eyelids give up the battle and flutter shut. I’m so delirious, I don’t even know the words that are tumbling out of my mouth. “I need to tell you something. I l?—”

“When are we telling him?”

I gulp, the confession lodged in my throat as my reality crashes down on my heavy heart. “Soon.”

And as Rhys kisses the top of my head, petting me to sleep, I just hope I’m brave enough for that to be true.