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Everest
“WHATTHEHELLIS WRONG WITH YOU?” I yell out to Walt.
I’m completely mortified that he would do this to me. Yes, it’s completely insane, but I’m not upset with his actions. I’m upset that it’s turned me on and I want something to come out of this moment.
“Are you objecting?” Walt says to me as he gets closer with a smirk on his face.
Having felt Walt’s lips all over my body, it’s hard for me to not gravitate towards him. My body presses against his in both satisfaction and anger. “This isn’t the place to act however you want. This is my job, and I worked hard to be here. You don’t care!”
“You would know if you bothered sharing anything with me instead of just letting me get you off, then running away like a coward.” He says.
Walt is upset, yes, but there seems to be a focus with his anger and I’m the focus.
“I am not a coward. I don’t have to share anything with you, Walt! I don’t have to.”
“But you could, Everie.”
Narrowing my eyes, I place my hands on my waist. “You should go sit with your family while rehearsal goes on.”
“Or you can continue your fucking line, Santine.” He grits. “Oh, thanks for the invite. I’m good enough to get you off, but not to be at your rehearsal. I mean, our rehearsal now.”
Looking down, I don’t know what to say. I’m ultimately at a crossroad. What Walt did should be annoying, but my body finds everything he’s done is sexy.
“Can you leave?” I say, trying to control myself from letting him touch me however he wants here and now.
My eyes connect with his as soon as he lets out a low grunt. The smirk is back on Walt’s face, and there’s a look in his eyes that tells me to not lose focus. “He said don’t push, but a light shove will have you in the right direction.”
Those are the last words I hear before he throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I don’t yell out, but I tell him quietly through gritted teeth to let me down. Once we’re out of the theater, Walt walks towards another door, and once we’re inside, he places me on my feet against the door.
Feeling my way through the lowly dimmed space, I look up at Walt. “A utility closet?”
“You’re really bolder on stage and it makes my cock harder, but not when Perry thinks he can text you shit like that.” He retorts.
“Shit like what? I left my phone and naturally, I never reply to him.”
“Who is he to you?” Walt asks. “Never mind, he’s fucking irrelevant. I’m the only one that you need to get texts like that from.”
His words make my next words die on my lips. “Say it again.” I whisper after a quiet moment.
“Say what again? That I’m the only man in your life from now on?” He asks. “That no one can have you but me? He better delete the shit he posted with you two. I’ll get you new fucking posters.” Walt says and with little thought, I pull him down by his shirt, kissing him.
There are a lot of things that Walt and I don’t know about each other, which should or could prevent him from declaring that he’s the only man in my life. I’ve never even thought about having someone say it to me with such vigor.
Walt breaks our kiss and I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up, pressing my back against the door.
“I fucking want more, Everie.” Walt says, growling in my ear.
My entire body melts at his words and I’m so wet it wouldn’t take much for him to slip in. The burlesque style ensemble I have on makes me giddy that this was a choice in wardrobe.
My fingers slip through Walt’s hair while he has it in a topknot and I tug. “Give me more, Walt. Please.” I plead with him.
“Damn, baby.” Walt bites my shoulder and sucks on the spot in the crook of my neck. I know he’s leaving a mark and I don’t care.
“Mark me, Walt.” I moan out as the ripping of my sheer stockings sends me into overdrive.
Walt teases my clit with his thumb as he continues to suck on my neck. I can’t handle this feeling. I feel like I’m going to burst.
No, I was wrong… I am wrong. My breath hitches as Walt slips inside of me inch by excruciating inch. My lids flutter as the feeling of euphoria washes over me. Nothing matters right now. Not my play, not Perry, nothing, even my anxiety.
Tightening my legs around Walt’s waist, I brace myself for his fucking. Walt doesn’t give me soft and sweet in this moment, he gives me hard and punishing. I take each stride and thrust like it was made for me to take.
“Walt!” I cry out, throwing my head back against the door. My fingers dig into his neck, not caring if I’m leaving a mark. “More. Give me more.”
“Oh Everie.” Walt nips at my shoulder before wrapping his arms right around my waist. He secures me there and looks at me. “Be careful when you plead with me. I’ll give you more than enough.”
Is the only warning I have left before Walt eradicates my body in a small spaced utility closet.
