Page 46 of Climbing Everest

Everest

Y ep. Brix warned me. Didn’t give a shit then, and I sure as shit don’t now.

I’m drunk enough for my inhibitions to be completely nonexistent, and this is a fucking celebration. Not just a celebration because we officially announced my presence, my return to Cedar Springs or even the announcement of our engagement.

No. This is a celebration of standing up to my father, of looking him dead in the eye and letting him see he didn’t and can’t break me.

As far as I’m concerned, these three men – and Flora – are my only existing family. Fuck my parents. Fuck anyone connected to them or anyone loyal to them.

I was promised vengeance when Kato, Brix, and Maddox asked for the names of the men who’d abused me, who’d nearly beat me to death that night.

My revenge has yet to be served, but the more I think about it, the more I feel as though it’s my right to pull the trigger or wield the blade.

Whichever.

Sure, using a knife might be messier, but it’ll still get the job done.

Since we’re celebrating, I want to go back to the way we were when my guys didn’t hate me, when we believed love could conquer all, when being together felt as natural as breathing.

The difference between then and now seems a lot more drastic as Brix straddles my hips, keeping me pinned to the mattress as he toys with my nipples, plucking at them, pinching them, pulling on them almost painfully before rolling them between his forefinger and thumb until my eyes feel as though they’ll roll to the back of my head.

When I reach for him, he grips my wrists in both hands and slams them back to the bed.

“I warned you, my beautiful little whore. Now, you can either leave your hands right here, I can have one of your other two husbands hold them in place, or I can hog tie you so I’ll still have access to all three of your holes. ”

Welp. That did it. I’m pretty sure my body is officially a nanosecond from bursting into flames, and my core is drenched.

It’s never taken much for any of these three to get me primed, to get me all hot and bothered.

But his filthy words, spoken in that deep, rumbly voice…

Damn. Throw in the fact that I know exactly what’s waiting for me under his pants, and I have a feeling all three of my holes will be filled by all three men tonight, I’m damn near panting with need.

“I—” I swallow when my throat suddenly feels dry and swollen. “I’ll hold them here.”

He lowers until our noses are almost touching. “You get no more warnings. If they move, I’ll make sure you can’t move again for the rest of the night. Maybe tomorrow, too.”

A shudder rolls down my spine at the thought of being restrained to the bed and at the mercy of my husbands for them to use me however and whenever they please.

So…yeah. I might be slightly tempted to test Brix, to see if he’ll hold to his threat.

I’d much rather see what he has in store for me tonight, and I definitely need to get off.

Even now, I’m busy rubbing my thighs together for some form of friction and pressure as need ratchets higher and higher.

“I need…” Fuck. What do I need? “I need someone to touch me,” I practically beg.

Brixton presses his lips to mine, his tongue pushing past the seam to lick into my mouth, his kiss as dominant and unforgiving as his words had been.

When he pulls back, I’m panting and even hornier. “We’ll touch you, E, but you won’t come until I let you.”

That little declaration tears a frustrated whimper from my chest. Hands clamp around my ankles, holding my legs still, and now I can no longer try to ease some of the pressure between my thighs.

These three are taking full dominion over my body, and there isn’t even the tiniest part of my brain that wants them to stop.

Oh, I know they would. I know if I told them I wasn’t in the mood or simply didn’t want to, this whole thing would stop.

I’d rather remove a fucking toe than miss whatever it is Brixton, Maddox, and Kato will do to me over the next few hours.

Please let it be at least a few more hours.

Wait. Maybe I don’t want that. Not if he’s going to deny me any form of release for that long. I need to come. I need to get off.

Brix’s weight isn’t truly holding me down, but it would take quite a bit of bucking and wiggling to make him so much as budge.

I’m not trying to kid myself, though. I’m pretty sure even if I truly fought, he would win. Dude is a beast, so tall, so heavy and thick with muscles.

There’s this little voice in the back of my head begging me to fight. Not because I’m scared, but because I’m dying to see whether Brix will follow through with either tying me to the bed or having Madd and Kato hold me down while he teases, touches and fucks me.

That little voice fades to nothing as he pops the button on his slacks, pulls the zipper down, and releases his glorious cock.

The studs and bars catch the light, shimmering like diamonds or stars. What does it say about me that I’m already salivating over the thought of having his beast of a dick between my lips? I mean, I want it in my cunt too, but the glistening precum at the slit is begging to be tasted.

“You want that, don’t you?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine as he grips his shaft and gives it a slow pull, his fist wrapped tightly around it.

The motion causes the precum to drip onto my chest. I’m fighting the urge to reach down, dip my finger in it and bring it to my tongue.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Say it. Be a good little whore and tell me what you want,” he says.

Fuck. His voice is so deep and gravelly, his brown eyes nearly black as his pupils dilate with need.

“I want your dick. I need it, Brixton,” I say, or rather whisper. It’s hard to find my voice with him possessing me with the dark look in his eyes, and that pierced cock twitching under my attention.

Shit. I haven’t even touched him and he’s already weeping at the tip.

Not that I can talk.

The hands holding my ankles push my legs apart, then a finger probes at my entrance. “She’s fucking soaked,” Madd says, his voice as deep and guttural as Brix’s.

Like I said – not that I can talk. I’m needy and horny as fuck right now.

Thing is, I started this, and had meant to take full control over Kato. I’d intended to use a few things I’ve learned over the years to seduce him, to dominate him.

In the end? These three men will always know every single hidden button to push to make me melt into a puddle at their feet.

“I think Madd wants a taste,” Brix says with a sexy as fuck smirk on his ridiculously handsome face.

My eyes dart to his dick he’s still stroking slowly, and I nod.

He hasn’t so much as bothered to push his pants down his hips to fully free himself. Just enough to pull his dick out, enough to give him room to jerk off while straddling my hips.

“Looks like you want a taste, too,” he says, his smirk turning into a teasing smile.

“Please,” I beg, the word turning into a moan as Madd runs his tongue from my asshole to my clit.

“Are you going to move?” he asks.

I frown, confused for a moment but when his one hand leaves his cock and both go to the waist of his slacks, I realize he’s going to pull away from me long enough to doff the rest of his clothes.

Fuck. If that means I’ll get to taste the warm saltiness of his skin – and his release – while Maddox devours my cunt, I’ll turn into a fucking statue right here in the middle of my bed.

Shaking my head back and forth, I keep my arms over my head where he placed them and say, “No, sir.”

I swear his eyes darken even more at my words.

The four of us have fucked so many times through the years. Or rather, they’ve fucked me . And yeah, Brix has always been a little rougher in the bedroom, but it appears there’s been a lot more changes to him than merely his physical appearance.

He’s become more dominant, more vocal about what he wants and what he expects from me. He also has zero problem debasing me by calling me his – their – whore but for some reason, I like it.

Probably because he’s not saying it to hurt me.

No different than being spanked; not like any of those times one of them would slap their palm against my ass while taking me from behind was them actually wanting to cause me true physical pain, only wanting to heighten the pleasure with the sting of the handprint they would leave on one of my cheeks.

When he lifts himself away from me and steps off the side of the bed, I keep my arms locked above my head, but I crane my neck to see Madd staring between my thighs.

“I swear you have the prettiest pussy. So pink and wet. Warm and so fucking tight.”

As if those words were meant to be some kind of warning, he dives in face first and begins to lick and suck my clit like he’s starved, then slides a finger into my opening, bending it just right.

Holy shit. I’m so keyed up I might explode already. It’s always been a little tricky to get off after drinking, but it’s been so long since I’ve had sex with anyone while drunk…things have apparently changed.

I begin to pant when he adds a second finger, stroking my G-spot while his wicked mouth is focused on my clit.

“Do not let her come,” Brix orders.

Maddox pulls away enough to glower at him. “Hey, edging is your thing. I want to wring every orgasm I can from her body.”

If I were to put titles to my men, Madd would be a pleasure Dom while Brix is bordering on sadist. Kato has always been a good, hard fuck.

But he’s still standing off to the side of the bed, his clothes completely gone, his firm, tattooed chest on display as he strokes himself as slowly as Brix had while he straddled my waist.

None of them have ever had any problems making me come. Tonight will be the first night all three of my men will truly let themselves go, let me see who they’ve become during our time apart.

I’m still drunk enough that the room is a little…fuzzy. Honestly, though, my thoughts are a lot clearer than they have any right to be when my brain is currently sloshing around in vodka and whatever other liquor was mixed in the cocktails Flora, Kat, and I kept ordering.

The temptation to reach for Kato is strong, but I promised Brixton I would stay put.

For now.

Eventually, I’ll need to move, need to ride one of my husbands, need to grab them, touch them, stroke them.

Taste them.

And if someone doesn’t either fuck me or slide their dick between my lips soon, I might end up breaking my promise to Brix.

Although…Maddox has returned his attention to my core but he’s careful with his ministrations, pushing me right up to the line before pulling back.

If I had the ability to hide that I was close to coming, I would. But between the change in my breathing and the fact that Madd will feel the fluttering of my inner walls as he fingers me, there’s no way he won’t know when I’m getting close.

“How long?” I choke out as Brix finally climbs back on the bed, his fist around his cock again as he gives it these long, languid strokes as though he has all the time in the world to tease me.

He tilts his head and stares down into my face. “How long for what?”

I swallow as the pressure builds and builds before Madd pulls his tongue from my clit and his fingers from my center. I don’t even bother biting back the frustrated groan that leaves my lips.

“How long before you’ll let me come?” Yep. My words come out whiney, and I couldn’t give two flying fucks.

I was the one who initiated this, and now Brixton has commandeered what was supposed to be a celebratory gangbang.

When Kato moves closer, one knee propping on the mattress as he leans forward and draws one nipple between his lips the same time Brix kneels beside my head, slapping the head of his cock against my lips then tongue a couple times before feeding me his length one slow inch at a time…

Maybe I will get my gangbang after all.

It feels amazing when any of the three of them make love to me, yet there’s something so primal and exhilarating when they truly fuck me, when they do their best to bruise my cervix and leave an imprint of themselves on every inch of me – heart, body, and soul.