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He doesn’t speak, but I hear his command loud and clear. Come here. I step toward him, fisting both hands in the front of his immaculate white shirt to walk him backward until his spine meets the balcony railing. Far below, cars zip up and down the busy road, their engines merging into a constant hum. Up here, the wind whistles through the few inches that part our lips.

“There’s a perfectly good sofa inside,” I tilt my head, brushing my nose over the top of his. Our breaths mingle, heated and carrying the fruitiness of champagne still popping on my tongue. Seizing my wrists, Everest spins us, reminding me of how strong he is when he cares to use it. With a swish of my coat trailing behind me, I’m suddenly facing the plunging abyss below as my back hits Everest’s chest. Crowding me with his cock against my ass, the railing presses into my abdomen.

“I may not be able to have you in public,” Everest presses a kiss beneath my ear, “but I can have you out in the open.” My breath hitches, my eyes fluttering closed at the trail of kisses trailing my neck.

Long, skilled fingers slip beneath my coat, shifting over the fabric of my black shirt and further south to my jeans. Popping the button, Everest reaches inside and pulls my cock free. I swallow hard, a shiver rolling along my spine that has nothing to do with the cold.

It’s isolated out here, aside from a stretch of similar hotels and office buildings across the road. None are as tall as this one, but should anyone look up, they’d see us. They’d see the golden boy of the Calloway house fisting my cock in his powerful hand, stroking me from balls to tip in long, languid motions.

Adrenaline shoots through my veins like a thread of lightning. A low sound escapes me, somewhere between a groan and a gasp. In his large hand, my cock throbs. He pumps me well, drowning every thought out of my head.

I didn’t know what to expect from Everest’s summons this evening, but I knew it wouldn’t be soppy and emotional. We’re too hardheaded for that. I know Everest’s heart, I hear his apology without needing him to say it. I fell in love with Everest before I knew what love really was, and as he grew into a strikingly gorgeous man, desire followed. Desire became the language we speak when all other words fail us.

Tipping my head back against his shoulder, I lean on him, my hands gripping the railing with whitened knuckles. With my eyes fluttering closed, I sink into a void I never want to crawl out of. His lips move over my skin and up my jaw to brush my cheek. Turning my head, I capture his mouth at just the right time, craning my neck to forcefully stroke my tongue over his. Kissing me hard, Everest makes a small sound, a smile growing across his face.

“Greedy as ever,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over the tip of my cock. Scattered sparks coat my vision. Far below, the city keeps moving, cars streaming past, people going about their mundane lives and blissfully unaware that high above them, if Everest keeps toying with me, I’m going to explode against the glass barrier separating us. “Since you missed dinner, how about I feed you my cock instead?”

I swallow down a groan at his lust-filled tone. All I can manage is a nod, uncaring that I never intended to be the sub tonight. I want everything Everest will give me, every fucking drop of him like the addict that I am. Everest smiles down at me, his green eyes hooded. Releasing my dick, he steps back and gestures towards the sofa. I don’t need to be told twice.

Stripping as I walk, I throw my coat and shirt onto an adjacent armchair, my boxers and jeans dropping to the floor with a clunk of metal chains. Everest mirrors me, although his movements are far more controlled. Peeling the shirt from his shoulders, he takes the time to fold and set it aside before slowly shedding his slacks. He’s rock hard in his black boxers, and by the time he discards them with equal care, I’m practically panting.

Not having the patience to admire his sculpted body with my tongue, I eagerly kneel before him once seated on the sofa and lick my lips. Fuck, I’ll never tire of the masterpiece that is Everest’s cock. So hard yet so soft, a lone vein tracking along his shaft, his purple head is pulsing with need. Despite doing the same as he did to me, Everest clicks his tongue as I stroke my hand over his girth.

“Don’t play with your food, Cody. You must be starving.” Oh, I am. Pressing my mouth to the top of his plump head, I lay a single kiss before slowly parting my lips, taking his dick all the way back into my throat. I watch Everest’s eyes roll back in his head, his body readjusting against the sofa so he can go limp.

Keeping him in my throat, I wait, holding my breath until the pinch between his brows and the small hiss sounds through his teeth. Only then do I release him, sucking hard to his tip and doing it again. Everest isn’t the only one who knows how to cause a frenzy. I hold him in my throat over and over, forcing him to squirm and grow taut. His fingers find my hair, clamping down on the roots as he’s torn between keeping me there and tugging me off. I keep his cock prisoner in my throat until we both almost pass out, relishing the soft whimpers escaping him.

“Enough,” Everest moans, but I don’t stop. Scraping my teeth along his shaft, he finally tugs me free. Using the hold on my hair, Everest lifts me until I’m straddling him. His cheeks are flushed, his lips parted and eyes unfocused. He’s a perfect mess, and he’s mine.

Since we were kids, Everest has always been it for me. The crush doodled in hearts, the depiction of who I’d spend the rest of my life with. Smiling mischievously, his thumb brushes along my wettened bottom lip, our solid erections pulsing against one another.

“I don’t have any lube, but I called ahead. There should be some coconut oil in the bathroom.”

“You really do think of everything, don’t you? What if I hadn’t forgiven you?” I roll my eyes. Moving to stand, Everest catches my hips in an iron-clad grip. Frowning down at him, his eyes have suddenly cleared and ooze sincerity.

“Do you forgive me?” He gazes up at me with such earnestness that I know that I couldn’t deny him, even if I wanted to. The truth is, tonight is a reset. A way to get us back to whatever we used to be, although it’s been so long, I can barely remember what that is. All I do know is, it isn’t healthy. We seem to always be skating between one bad decision and the next hot fuck.

But all of that’s going to change this weekend after the fresher’s party Nicholas forces Everest to host. Something about setting expectations and social standings. It doesn’t matter. This weekend, Meg will get the shock of her life and run for the nearest bus station.

“For now,” I force a smirk and push off him. Heading to the bathroom, I locate the coconut oil, but I don’t return straight away.

Glimpsing at myself in the mirror, I let the lust drop away for a moment and glare at what’s left underneath. My eyes are haunted, my hair a ghostly-white mess, my cheeks gaunt. I started substituting meals for joints when I realized who my next-door neighbor is, and it’s starting to show.

Not now, Cody. Have a breakdown later. Splashing my face with water, I return to the living area to find the sofa empty. It takes me all of two minutes to locate Everest lounging on a king-size bed, his smile bright enough to dissolve the darkness lingering in my expression.

“Those look like very expensive sheets that are about to be stained,” I hold up the coconut oil. Everest lifts a shoulder, his back straight against the headboard.

“I’ll pay for replacements.” I huff a laugh. Everest always has an answer. Stroking his hand over the satin sheets, I cross the room as he rises to his knees. We meet in the center of the bed, mouths clashing, hands grabbing, chests bumping, cocks having their own sword fight down below. We can’t get close enough, can’t get enough in general. Everest’s tongue chases mine, our kisses messy and skin quickly becoming clammy.

“I can’t wait any longer, Code.” Tearing himself away by force, Everest spins and lowers onto all fours before me. Now there’s a sight. I don’t bother asking if he’s douched before coming here tonight. He’s always prepared, always thinking ahead. Coating myself in coconut oil, I stroke my cock along his crack a few times, waiting for that stifled groan of impatience. I live for those small sounds, taking comfort in reminding Everest that he can plan ahead all he likes, but he can’t always account for me.

Guiding myself toward Everest’s entrance, I circle my plump head around his rim. Teasing, stalling, and coaxing him to grind back against me. I love how quickly our dynamic can switch. How minutes ago I was on the floor between his legs, and now I’m looming over him like a shadow prepared to corrupt him just so I’m no longer alone.

“Are you going to tease me all night?” he asks, casting a narrowed glare back in my direction. I lick my lips.

“Maybe. You deserve it, after all.” Everest can’t argue with that, dropping his head forward and accepting whatever I decide to give him. It’s all a pretense, of course. I couldn’t hold back any longer if I tried.

Applying enough pressure to dip inside, Everest doesn’t tense. He accepts every hard inch quietly, obediently.