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Story: Climbing Everest
“Fine,” he says, turning and placing me on a couch. “No one’s been fucked here,” he says with a teasing twitch of his dark brow and a sexy as sin smirk.
I can still smell his previous lovers, their perfume and cologne, but I need to remind myself I was gone. He thought I was married, that I’d abandoned them. I never believed for asecond any of them would simply remain alone and celibate for the rest of their lives.
Doesn’t stop the green fog from slithering through my gut as I turn my head toward the bed and wonder whether Brix fucked Nico on that very bed.
Yeah, the thought of the two sexy men together makes me wet, but I still hate that someone enjoyed him all that time while I’d simply endured the touch of other men for survival.
He pulls away and yanks his shirt over his head, revealing so much hard muscle and so much ink. His entire upper body is covered in dark designs. Not one speck of color and most are dark in nature, skulls, monsters, and the like.
I lift up and run my fingertips over the art, my gaze running over the hoops through each of his nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say as my mouth goes dry and my pussy becomes soaked.
“I think now’s a good time to tell you quite a few things have changed since you’ve been gone,” he says as he pops the button on his jeans and pulls down his zipper.
His cock is barely revealed and already I can see jewelry glinting in the dim light coming from the setting sun through those large windows.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, lowering my hand to run a red painted fingernail over one of the piercings. “Nico?” I ask.
“Yeah. He did all the ink and the piercings.”
I lick my lips and lock eyes with him. “Is this before, during, or after you two…?”
He smirks. “I can’t tell whether you’re jealous or turned on.”
“Both?” The word comes out as a question because, honestly…I don’t know.
Bullshit. I’m definitely turned on by the visuals I’ve conjured in my mind, but I’m jealous someone else enjoyed what was mine for so long.
“You do realize I share you with two other men, right?” he teases, grabbing the bottom hem of my sweater and tugging up, careful of the plastic covering my tattoo.
My head drops back between my shoulders when he carefully cups my tits and runs his tongue and lips over them, paying attention to both, teasing and tasting my nipples.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t be jealous,” I say around a breathy moan.
He pulls away and works the skirt over my hips so he can remove my panties. Except he doesn’t pull them down my legs. Instead, he grabs the side and rips it apart, tossing the ruined fabric over the back of the couch.
When he pulls away, standing beside the couch to shove his jeans down his legs, my eyes nearly bug out of my head.
Holy shit. Not only are there piercings lining his cock…but I swear it got bigger. How is that possible? I mean…yeah, we were still pretty much kids. But I’ve got to be honest…
I’m a little nervous about whether or not I can take all of him, especially with those ribbed for her pleasure studs lining the length of him.
My eyes dart to his face. “Holy fuck, B.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that pretty cunt is ready for me before I fuck you.”
His words are like a vibrator directly to my clit and I release a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
Because Brix always was the king of foreplay. He was the thickest and longest of my three guys – which is saying a lot considering how big Madd and Kato are – so he always made sure I was primed and soaking wet for him before he slid inside me.
“Are you clean?” Normally, I would demand he use a rubber. But I want to feel all of him, need to feel him, and I’m on birth control to avoid getting knocked up.
If things go the way they have planned, and we’re able to go through the wedding without all four of us ending up like characters onGame of Thrones, a baby will absolutely be in the near future. We deserve the chance of being parents that was taken away from us.
“Yes. I’ve only ever gone bare with you, and I get tested regularly.” He raises his brows at me.
“I’m clean.” Because a majority of the men I’d fucked for money preferred my mouth. Those who wanted my body were required to use a condom. And like Brix, I made sure I was tested on a regular basis.
Shame over how I’ve lived the past few years squeezes my heart and makes the backs of my eyes burn with tears I’m struggling to hold back.
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