Page 63 of Climbing Everest

Maddox

F reaky time.

At least that’s what I have planned for the moment we walk through the door.

Sure. We all got our rocks off in the limo. Then we had to stop somewhere to get Everest a new dress.

The only problem with that was how fucking mouthwatering she looked. The dress was one of those slinky, silky deals that clung to her curves. All I could think about every time my eyes landed on her was ripping that dress out of the way and burying my cock as deeply inside her as I could.

After eating her cunt and making her scream first.

We need to tell her what’s going on, why we made sure to announce where we were taking her for our honeymoon to the entirety of the crowd in the banquet hall. It’d been meant to be a surprise.

And then?

Well, we’d had to make a bigger deal about where we’re going.

You know what? That literally doesn’t matter right now. What matters is the way Everest’s tits sway every time the limo goes over a bump or takes a turn.

What matters is how hard I want to make her come when we get to the bed.

Although, I suppose a bed isn’t exactly a necessity. Hell, Brix fucked her in the garage, then the kitchen, before finally carrying her to the couch.

Maybe I’ll take a page from his book.

Eh. I have a feeling I’ll be fighting for my turn to be with her tonight. All four of us drank quite a bit. We have a limo to drive us and plenty of our men to watch over Everest. For the first time since we were teenagers, we had the opportunity to let loose.

I was the only one brave enough to dance to anything other than slow music. I might not be Magic Mike , but if my wife asks me to dance, not a chance in hell I’m telling her no.

She turns her head and catches me staring at her. Her smile is crooked and probably as drunk looking as mine, but it’s obvious her mind is going to the same place as mine.

When she pops her seatbelt, I immediately reach for her and drag her onto my lap. Doesn’t matter if we tear this dress; we’re almost home and I have every intention of shredding the fabric to get to her body.

My dick is already rock hard before she throws her leg over my thighs and straddles me. Kato leans forward and pulls the heels from her feet as Brix raises the hem of the dress when the telltale riiiip fills the gaps between our heavy breathing.

Nice of him, but I’d still rather tear the fucking thing right down the center and reveal her to me like a gift.

Isn’t she, though?

When she was gone, when I allowed those lies we’d been fed to take root…it felt as though a part of me had died, as though a part of my soul had rotted right alongside my heart.

Now, with her in my life, in my arms, I feel whole again. Sure, I still look forward to committing some violence, committing murder, but I no longer fantasize about the day when I’m not the biggest, the fastest, the deadliest and will finally be put out of my misery.

Not only is she my saving grace, my angel, but she filled that hole deep in my chest.

And now I’m gonna fill her holes.

Damn. How drunk am I that I can go from being all sappy to nasty in less than a heartbeat?

Who am I kidding? I don’t have to be drunk for that when it comes to my girl.

My hands grab hold of her ass as she slams her lips against mine and grinds against my hard-on. She keeps this up and I might blow my load before we even pull in the driveway.

That sure as fuck ain’t happening. I need to bury myself deep inside her tonight. Consummate our marriage and all that shit.

Except I’m not bothering to stop her, just keeping my hands on her ass and urging her to move faster as I rock my hips up against her.

Whatever. Even if I come in my pants, I’m still going to fuck her tonight. And tomorrow.

And for the next ten days in the Caribbean.

Her little gasps and moans are like music to my ears. Until I pull away and realize Brix has pulled the top of her dress down and is playing with her tits.

I’m not mad he’s touching her – just thought all those sounds of pleasure were from me.

I’m used to sharing her, but I sure as fuck love the times when it’s just the two of us, when I get to swallow down her moans, when I get to be the only one who gets to see the look of bliss on her pretty face when her cunt squeezes my dick with her release.

Tonight, though…tonight is about all four of us. Those vows were said to the three of us. Brix and I might not have repeated them the same way Kato did, but we vowed as much as he did.

There is nothing in this world that will ever tear her away from me again. I will never allow anything or anyone to ever come between us again.

Everest tastes sweet and a little tangy from the champagne and cocktails she downed all night but she still smells like my Everest, that honey and sunshine smell that always reminds me of warm summer nights.

Damn. Apparently, drunk Maddox is a little sappy and poetic when it comes to my wife.

We shift a little as the limo comes to a stop.

Then Everest is pulled from my lap abruptly and her dress is resituated a moment before the back door opens.

She gives me this sexy smirk that tells me this is far from over. “Flora was definitely right – there are so many benefits to the back seat.”

Brix shakes his head but is smiling as he steps from the limo and holds out a hand to her.

A few more seconds and the driver would have gotten an eyeful of Everest’s tits and ass, then the poor dude would have died.

What? I don’t make the rules.

Brix doesn’t wait for Everest to climb out, simply reaches in and scoops her into his arms, then marches his ass straight for the door.

Karo steps out and holds it open for us to pass before he retires for the night. He and Dmitri returned the SUV but were instructed to stay behind and watch over everything until we got home.

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 my groom boxers 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.

“Fuck, I love you,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I was already teetering on the edge from the way she rocked against me in the limo.

But seeing her like this, her tits so soft and warm against my chest, her face framed by my forearms as she stares up at me like a goddess, her body so sweet, her cunt so perfect…

Yeah, I’m going to end up being a two pump chump.

I can’t stop my hips from punching forward, though, not with her hands clutching at my shoulders, urging me forward, or the way she’s silently begging me to fuck her with her feet now hooked around my ass.

“I’m going to come if I don’t slow down,” I say, lowering my face to nip and nibble her lips.

“So come. Take a break. Then fuck me again,” she says, her smile the epitome of seduction as she begins to rock up against me, setting a faster rhythm, taking me deeper until my balls pull up tight and that delicious tingle starts at the base of my spine.

She doesn’t look anywhere near an orgasm. Son of a motherfucker.

“Fuck. E, I’m coming.” I don’t know why I announce it, it’s not like she won’t feel me shooting inside her.

I never did find out whether she actually got back on birth control. Suppose it doesn’t matter one way or another if the whole pregnancy thing is unlikely.

This is one of those times I’m so glad she hasn’t demanded we wear rubbers; I love the way she feels around me, love knowing she’ll be carrying part of me all night and maybe some of tomorrow, too.

Even as I’m still blowing inside her, my dick begins to twitch at the thought of her sitting in the plane with all three of us leaking from her. Fuck, that’s sexy.

Once I’m sure I’ve drained the last drop deep in her cunt, I slide from her, leaving a path of kisses from her mouth to her full tits, down her belly, before moving out of the way.

Brix…dude is far more adventurous than I will ever be. He goes to town licking and sucking her clit even with my jizz leaking from her.

Guess it wouldn’t bother him since he’s been with men. Not like he’s pointedly lapping at my cum.

And fuck…that last thought is kind of hot, too. Not that I want to fuck or be fucked by the long-haired giant. It’s Everest. Everything about her, everything we do to her whether together or alone makes my dick hard.

Kato has positioned himself near her head, his clothes now long gone. When did he get naked?

Don’t care. Only thing that matters is the sounds leaving Everest’s mouth as Brix devours her cunt the way I’d originally planned and Kato feeds her his cock.

Before the night is over, I have to have her again. That wasn’t nearly long enough, damn it.

No reason I can’t join in the festivities and make sure she can barely walk to the plane by morning.