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Story: Climbing Everest
Yeah, there are guards watching the property, but it’s far too easy for someone to slip through the cracks and end up waiting for us when we got home.
His smirk as he passes me is actually kind of comical – he knows damn well what’s about to go down. Between my boner straining against my tuxedo pants and the way Everest is sucking dark hickeys into the side of Brix’s neck as he carries her over the threshold, one would have to be severely sheltered not to catch on.
The door slams shut a little loudly, but I don’t bother looking back to see whether it was Kato or Karo who closed it. Don’t care.
The only thing I care about currently has her arms wrapped around Brixton’s neck, alternating between giggling and kissing and sucking on his neck.
Fuck, I want that mouth on me. I want my mouth on her.
Rushing past Brix, I push open the door to the room where we’ve all been sleeping while we wait for the new bedroom to be finished. The bed in here is definitely big, but almost not big enough for the four of us.
I’m blaming Brixton’s giant ass for that one.
Once we’re all tangled together, the length and width of the bed won’t mean shit.
Brix doesn’t bother being gentle, simply tosses her onto the bed. She giggles when she hits the mattress and bounces.
As badly as I want to grab the dress and tear it down the seam, I’m frozen in place as Brixton pulls his pocketknife free, flips open the blade, then slides it under the fabric.
Everest’s chest rises and falls with deep breaths through her parted lips and her eyes have gained that lust drunk look.
Our girl has always been adventurous, and she knows there isn’t a damn thing we would ever do to hurt her, even accidentally.
Doesn’t mean my heartrate hasn’t kicked up a notch seeing that blade so close to her buttery soft skin.
The moment he slices down the center and does exactly what I fantasized about, opening the dress down the center like opening a gift, I stand there and drink her in.
Fuck…
“You’re so beautiful,” I mutter as Kato moves to sit on the side of the bed, his fingers trailing across the swell of her tits before he circles one of her pebbled nipples with the tip of his index fingers.
The tattoo is so stark against her pale skin, the dark black lines, the bright red initials, the thorns and flowers weaving all around the design such a perfect representation and contradiction of our wife.
Our wife. That word is no longer merely a term of endearment. For better or worse, ‘til death do us part, it’s legal and official.
I place a hand to my chest as my heart feels as though it’s swollen and begins to race again. This moment, this day is what I’ve dreamed of for so long.
And it’s real. She’s right here in our home, in our bed. She’s smiling so sweetly at each of us, her knees spread, her body on full display in invitation. She’s wearing our marks, our initials, and wearing our wedding ring.
Everest is ours.
I don’t wait for the other two to make a move. I can’t. I need to feel her under me more than I need my next fucking breath.
Kicking off my shoes, I shuck the jacket and vest to the floor before tearing the button down open, sending buttons pinging all over the hardwood floor.
Everest gives me one of those slow blinks and watches me under her lashes as I undo my pants and shove them and mygroomboxers to the ground, finally freeing my achingly hard cock.
She holds her arms out to me as I climb up the foot of the bed and settle between her thighs, the weeping head of my cock sliding through her folds as I drop my mouth and claim hers in a deep, wet, hungry kiss.
Her fingers tangle in my hair and her heels hook around my thighs as she starts to urge me forward.
Problem is my cock isn’t positioned against her opening; pushing forward wouldn’t do much more than slide my cock through her slicked folds, though it would rub her clit and I sure as fuck would enjoy it.
Nah. I’d rather be inside her.
Raising up onto one elbow, I reach between us, grip my dick, and guide it to paradise.
As I push my hips forward, slowly sheathing myself, I can’t bite back the moan at how tight, wet, and warm she still is after all these years.
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