18. Callum
CALLUM
I’m a jealous man.
I just am.
I don’t like others touching what’s mine. I never have.
But I don’t feel an ounce of jealousy as Ivy raises her ass for me, and her chin for Stone.
Envy is not in my vocabulary tonight as I clasp my hands on her gorgeous ass cheeks, spreading them apart, giving me a perfect view of all that glistening pink wetness between her thighs.
Desire rules this moment.
Even as Stone rubs the head of his cock over her lips, even as I tense for a split second, thinking I’ll erupt in a fury of possession—because I want to possess her pleasure.
But as she bows her back, lifting her ass higher, I am overwhelmed with something else entirely. An entirely different emotion.
Certainty.
I slide my hand along her wetness, and she shudders against me. Then she unleashes a keening moan as I stroke my finger across her clit. My dick throbs, aching to get in on the action. But there will be time. Plenty of time.
I push a finger inside her, and she coats me. “Oh, beautiful, you want this so much, don’t you?” I press a kiss to the small of her back.
She nods, her head moving vigorously as she takes in more of Stone.
He lets out a long, appreciative groan, then a hell yes .
“Then I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything,” I tell her, working my way down her spine, kissing the top of her ass as I crook a finger inside her, my other hand squeezing her cheek.
I lift my face so I can watch her as I stroke her clit again while Stone thrusts into her mouth.
She cants her hips, pumping against my fingers, moaning against his length.
My God, what a sight. What a wanton, carnal sight.
I lift my free hand from her, then bring it back down, slapping her ass.
She cries out, even with Stone in her mouth.
He grunts.
I groan.
And Ivy rocks against my fingers, the three of us hitting a rhythm, in sync. All of it, the entire filthy, beautiful tableau in front of me, lights me up.
My woman.
My need for her. It takes over my entire being.
“Anything you want, Ivy,” I rasp out. Another raise of my hand. Another swat on her ass. “Anything. I’ll give it to you.”
She rocks faster, like she’s answering me, like she’s saying yes. Like she wants all the same damn things I do.
Her desire kindles a roaring fire in me. She is a woman who deserves a hundred orgasms, a thousand nights of bliss, and all the pleasure in the world.
But more than that, she deserves love.
She deserves someone who will love and cherish and adore all that she has to give.
I’ll start with her first orgasm. Because I can feel her cresting, and since I know what she wants, I give Stone an order. “Pull out while she comes for me. Let her yell. Let her scream.”
He does.
Ivy raises her head and cries out, a long, loud string of “ Oh God, oh God, oh God. ”
And I know where tonight is going.
But first, the woman takes over once more, flopping to her back. She grins at me, then at Stone.
And she gives her order.