27. CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 27
Haz
I dump the towel, watching all my toys go tumbling into the bath. They’re like a bunch of colourful bath bombs as they slide around, like the ones I got Tilda for Christmas. Except those were black and glittery. Can’t wait to see if they stain the tub. Nic’s gonna throw a fit.
Probably not the best time to be doing this. I heard the others downstairs a minute ago, finally back from Christmas break. My heart fucking flipped at the sound of Tilda’s laugh. Been dead around here lately, don’t know how we ever managed without her.
Kneeling on the bath mat, I pick up a sponge and get to scrubbing.
‘Knock knock.’
I look over my shoulder, unable to help my grin at the sight of Tilda hooked around the doorframe, a sexy little smile on her face. She’s wearing one of those pleated miniskirts I love so much, a baggy band T tucked into it.
‘Ah, here she is. Missed having your sweet mug to look at every day.’
She steps into the bathroom, catching sight of what I’ve got going on. ‘Wow, Haz.’ She laughs, that little girlish giggle I’m crazy for. ‘Been busy over the break?’
I smirk. ‘Actually, no. It’s been boring as fuck without you two.’
‘Aw, you missed us?’ She joins me on the mat, elbow on the rim of the bath.
I flick water at her. ‘Just said that, didn’t I? You better have missed me too.’
‘Thought of nothing else, obviously.’
‘Obviously. So, how was your week at Elly’s? What did the two of you get up to?’
Because that’s what I’ve been thinking nothing else of. I know we’ve scrapped the bet—seems a dick thing now we’ve got so close to her—but Elly getting her all to herself for a week still feels like a win on her part.
And I fucking hate losing.
‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ Tilda teases.
‘Need, baby. Need to know. Did she take your lesbian v-card? Tell me. Tell Haz.’
Tilda rubs her face on her sleeve in obvious discomfort. ‘Aren’t I still straight?’
‘Dunno, are you? A straight girl never kissed me quite like you did.’
‘I was drunk,’ she mumbles.
‘A time when all our secret desires come to the surface. Don’t sweat it, Tilda. We’d be stoked to have you on our team. We’ll throw you a fucking party.’ I grin, nudging her. ‘Get it? A fucking party.’
She rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah, Haz, I get it.’
‘Anyway, thanks for being there for Elly over Christmas.’ I toss a dildo, feeling the spray as it splashes. ‘Stupid bitch not telling me.’
‘Maybe try asking her every once in a while how she is. Everyone’s got shit going on if you dig a little.’
I give a mock salute, reigning in my anger at being told what to do. I’ve known Elly longer than she has, for fuck’s sake.
Though maybe what I’m feeling is less anger and more guilt.
Either way, doesn’t feel great.
‘Hey, can I ask you something?’ Tilda says.
‘Ask away.’
‘How come you don’t have any tattoos?’ Her eyes are on my arms, shiny from the water. ‘You’d suit them.’
‘Who says I don’t? Might have a bunch of hidden ones you don’t know about. Try find them if you want.’ I shrug because it’s true I don’t have any. ‘Too much of a purist. Can’t be marring all this beautiful skin, can I? Plus, I get weird with things. What’s today’s hyperfixation might not be tomorrow’s.’
‘Current hyperfixation: Go.’
I look up from my scrubbing, falling into those green eyes. They’re like pine trees. Like moss on rocks. ‘That’s you, baby. You’re all up in my mind. It’s just you.’
I thought that was a good line, but Tilda doesn’t seem as pleased. ‘So tomorrow, then?’ she says. ‘Some other girl?’
I turn back to the vibrator in my hands, the silicone warm and baby soft.
Some other girl? Is she for real? Doesn’t she get that she’s ruined me for anyone else, that she’s the only thing on my mind whether she’s living in my house or a hundred miles away at someone else’s?
‘Some fixations are made to last.’
Tilda hums dubiously but lets it go.
She nods at the bath. ‘This is a regular occurrence for you?’
‘Yep. Every week. Or, you know, every month if it’s been a while.’
‘Why has it been a while? Is Harriet losing her touch?’
‘Harriet’s been a little preoccupied with her newest housemate.’ I wiggle the fingers of my right hand. ‘When I’m thinking of you, Tilda, there’s never time to find a toy.’
She narrows her eyes. ‘You’ve not wanked over me.’
‘Excuse me? You’re extremely wankable. Don’t talk down on yourself.’
She looks down at the swirling toys. ‘Go on then, who’s your favourite?’
‘This is my boy.’ I lift up a flesh-coloured dildo complete with veins and a bulbous head. Most girls I sleep with hate it, but it feels as much a part of me now as my right arm.
‘Didn’t want to go for anything bigger?’
‘I was going for real. I don’t have small dick syndrome, doesn’t matter to me.’
‘I like this one.’ She points at the purple one I’d been wearing the night we watched Northbound Wolves. The newest to my collection. Yet to be used with anyone.
‘I’ll remember that. Tilda’s Dick.’
She laughs, clearly liking that. ‘Yeah, don’t be using it on anyone else. I’ll be offended. Ah, now this one I have experience with.’ She picks up a teal bullet vibrator. ‘Nice cheapie this one, isn’t it?’
‘Oh, yeah?’ I eye it in her hand. ‘Have you used it here?’
‘Yup.’ She drops it back in the bath. ‘Many a night.’
‘And what do you think about when you do?’
She lowers her head to her arm, refusing to answer.
‘Hmm.’ I stroke hair back from where it’s fallen over her face. ‘Elly?’
‘For all you know, it could be Nic.’
‘Well, wouldn’t that be a development. I’m not adverse to a bit of hate fucking myself.’ I fish around in the bath, surfacing with a blue vibrator. ‘I think you’d like this one.’
I turn it on and Tilda laughs.
‘It looks like one of those inflatable tube things outside garages. You know the ones that wave in the wind?’
I smile, desperate to wipe that grin off her face. Few seconds of this thing and she wouldn’t be laughing anymore. ‘It has a lot more substance than one of those. Feel.’
Before she has chance to stop me, I press the dancing tip to her clit. She sucks in a breath, hand flying to my wrist. Her wide eyes meet mine. I wait a beat, then another, but she still doesn’t remove it.
I press it firmer. ‘Tell me to stop if you want.’
Tilda lowers her eyes. Her hand moves from my wrist to the toy. I feel it move, my own cunt clenching when I realise she’s adjusting it.
‘It’s good, isn’t it?’
She nods minutely. Her eyes blink slowly, her gaze unfocused. She’s lost to it now. Her lips part, her breathing growing laboured.
I look at our hands, the toy peeking out from under her skirt, her thighs spread. I don’t even need to be holding it now, she’s doing all the work, but I’m too scared to move.
Her eyelashes flutter, the hand that’s on the bath in a death grip.
I shift, desperate to shove my own hand down my trousers. My clit’s pulsing. This is too fucking much. Can’t believe she’s actually letting me do this.
She rolls her hips slightly, a tiny gasp escaping her mouth. Her fingers are still around mine, their grip tightening the closer she gets. I can hear the others downstairs and want to shout at them to shut the fuck up. I can’t have anything ruin this.
Tilda lets out a breath, her head tipping back slightly. Then she convulses, falling forward over the bath, her thighs snapping together as a muffled moan leaves her.
My own mouth parts as I watch her come. I want to yank her legs so she’s lying flat. To peel away those damp tights and touch where she’s wet.
She lets out a sigh as she straightens back up. ‘Dick.’ She reaches out to slap me before running her hands through her hair. ‘I didn’t mean to do that.’
I hold the vibrator against me, running my thumb over the warmed tip. ‘I gave you so many outs.’
‘Shut up.’ She ducks her head, smiling with embarrassment.
I smirk.
Because she knows she liked it. She knows she wanted it.
Leaning forward, I kiss the top of her head. ‘Anytime you wanna feel like that again, come find me.’ I stand up, gathering the cleaned toys back into the towel. ‘Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got a little pressure of my own to relieve.’
At the door, I turn back, running hungry eyes over where she’s still sprawled on the mat, looking debauched to fuck. ‘You’re hot as hell, Tilda. You make me hot as hell.’
She clears her throat before replying. ‘You better get out of here before we rack up more regrets.’
‘I’d love nothing more than to spend my days racking up regrets with you, baby girl.’
And after that, I might be back to find that betting sheet after all.
Tilda
I don’t know how a brain can feel so quiet and so loud at the same time. It’s like it’s buzzing as I lie staring at the ceiling, even though the rest of the house is silent and outside there’s nothing but an occasional owl hoot. Even Nic’s music’s shut off and I usually hear that above me until at least one in the morning.
I suppose I got used to Elly’s place. The little wooden shed, the bed bordering three walls. The lumps of the cats asleep on my legs. Elly would tell me their names but I could never tell which was with us. They all look the bloody same.
I think, though, what I’m really missing is Elly herself.
I turn over with a sigh, bunching the quilt at my back so it feels like someone’s there. It helps a bit but it’s no substitute to Elly’s warm bulk, her arm around me so I can trace all her tattoos.
Her mum responded in the end. Apologised. Let her visit for the rest of the holiday. Wouldn’t let me come but I tried not to feel offended. She doesn’t know me after all, even if it would have been nice to be there for Elly. Despite it being Christmas and all the festivities her grandparents put on for the younger ones, I know Elly was sad. I hope all the kissing helped a bit.
Because I’m not sure it helped me.
I don’t know the rules now we’re back. That shed had been our own little world. Nothing had mattered, I hadn’t had to think too much about what I was doing. There was only room to feel, both of us trying to feel better about our situations. Her mum might have messaged, but mine hadn’t. Not even when I wished her merry Christmas. I only hope Callum hasn’t been fucking with her.
I listen to the owl hoot three more times before slipping out of bed. I hover on the carpet, nothing but inky blackness around me. Will Elly even want me? I know we had fun but is it really a I-must-sneak-into-your-bedroom-at-night-because-I-miss-you kind of thing?
Only one way to find out, I guess.
I pull the door open slowly, squeezing out when there’s a big enough gap. The door squeals and I squeeze shut my eyes until it stops.
I hear a creak, my gaze snapping to where Elly stands outside her own room. A grin forms at the sight of me, filling my body with relief.
‘Looking for me?’ she whispers, taking a step towards me.
I look up at her coyly. ‘Kinda cold in my bed.’
‘Well, I’m here now.’ She moves in, backing me to the wall and cradling my face. ‘Let me warm you up.’
I like that she doesn’t ask to kiss me anymore. That she’s confident I want her. A confident Elly is always a hot Elly.
She doesn’t kiss me for long this time, pulling back to look furtively up and down the landing. ‘Wanna come share my bed? Be like old times.’
I glance at Haz’s room. There’s no light under the door. She must already be asleep.
I have Elly point out which side is hers and get in the other. The bed smells like her, the comforting washing powder she uses. I rub my face against the pillow and sigh. ‘Bigger bed,’ I mumble.
‘Yep,’ Elly says, sliding over to me. ‘So much room to spread out. We don’t even have to touch.’
I snort as she winds her arms around me, pulling me as close as possible. ‘Who would want to do that? Gross.’
‘Super gross.’
She kisses me and it’s like we’re back in the shed. Somewhere safe. Somewhere just ours.
‘Did you tell Haz?’ she asks when she draws back.
‘No. Did you?’
‘Nope. Wanna keep you to myself for a little bit if that’s alright.’
‘That’s more than alright, Elly. I can’t be dealing with Haz right now.’
Elly grins. ‘She’d make our lives hell. You’d probably like it though.’
I frown through my smile. ‘Why would I like it?’
‘Well’—she teeters her head—‘just figured, with your newfound lesbianism, you know.’
‘No, I don’t know. Don’t have a flippin’ clue.’
‘That’s okay.’ She pecks my lips. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to stress you.’
‘I’m not stressed. I’m only stressed when I think about it.’
‘Then let’s have you not thinking.’
She rolls on top of me, bracketing my head with her forearms. I open my legs, letting her fall between them. It’s the most pleasure I allow myself when we do this. I like it when she rocks into me, making my clit sing.
She never lets it go too far. She understands my trepidation, even if I don’t. She satisfies herself by worshipping me above the waist, her fingers only toying with the band of my pyjamas. I even let her suck my tits once, showcasing exactly what that tongue can do.
The bed’s creakier here. With each rock of her hips, the mattress protests, banging a little against the wall she shares with Haz. It’s a dangerous game we play. I half expect Haz to barge in here any second.
How would she react? Well, she’d eventually want to join in. I know that much. Wouldn’t be the first time they’ve shared a girl between them.
A vision of that sends a bolt to my clit. I gasp the next time Elly’s pussy meets mine. She responds by speeding up her thrusts, her breathing fast against my mouth.
‘Fuck, I can come doing this,’ she breathes. ‘I need to slow down.’
Before I can protest, she rolls off me. She spreads her arms out as she catches her breath, one laying heavily over me.
‘This is getting harder,’ I admit.
I’m back to staring at the ceiling, my mind torn in two. Only it’s trickier with Elly right here.
She scrubs a hand over her face. ‘You’re telling me.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Hey, do not apologise. Babe, I’m honoured just to get this much. Every time you kiss me I feel like I’ve won the lottery.’
I purse my lips to hide my grin. I take hold of her arm, stroking it up and down. ‘That’s super cute.’
We’re quiet for a few minutes, listening to our breathing level out.
‘Hey,’ she says after a moment, her voice husky. ‘I know something we can do that will help.’
‘What?’
Taking my hand, she puts it over my pussy. Then she does the same with herself, watching me for my reaction.
Gazes locked, I slowly dip my hand inside my shorts, inching lower and lower until I reach my clit. With a sigh, I close my eyes.
Judging by the rustling to my left, Elly’s just done the same. When I next open my eyes, it’s to her staring at me. She watches my face before looking down. With her legs, she kicks back the quilt, baring us to each other.
I should feel shy but I’m so wet. I just keep my hand moving, rubbing my clit at a steady pace.
‘That’s so hot,’ Elly gasps, squeezing her eyes tight. Her hand’s moving too, bunching beneath her pyjama bottoms. I watch it curiously, trying to match my rhythm to hers.
I raise my knees as the pleasure rises, able to reach my wetness better this way. Elly grabs the leg closest to her and pushes it back down. I smile. I must have been blocking her view.
I look back into her eyes, turned on by the smokiness in them. Her lips are parted, mine are too, and there’s a flush in her cheeks I can see even in the lamplight.
She lets out a gasping groan, breaking eye contact to look back at her hand. She must be getting closer. The thought spurs me on. I move my hand quicker, dipping down to play with my entrance. I tease myself, going knuckle deep before returning to my clit. The thought of plunging into myself in front of Elly seems so wanton.
On my next pass, I do it anyway.
I moan quietly, briefly closing my eyes.
Elly snaps her head to me. She looks down. ‘Are you inside yourself?’
‘Am now,’ I whisper, thrusting in and out as much as my pyjama shorts allow.
Elly groans. ‘Fuck, I can hear you.’
I overplay it, increasing the wet noises just to hear her groan again. God, that’s a hot sound. It makes me wonder how she’d be if we were in bed properly, with no one to hear us. Would she be loud? Would she groan like a guy or moan like me?
‘Are you getting close?’
‘I’m right on the edge,’ I breathe.
She arches her neck, speeding up. ‘Me too.’
My clit spasms and I gasp. ‘I don’t know if I can be quiet,’ I rush out.
Reaching behind her, Elly grasps a pillow and chucks it. It hits me square in the face, knocking the breath from me. I hear her laugh as I pull it away.
‘Sorry,’ she whispers, one hand to her mouth as she continues to cackle.
I glare but keep the pillow clutched to me. God knows I need it with how hard I’m about to come.
Noticing she’s stopped, I nod at her hand. ‘Get back to work, you.’
She recommences her stroking immediately, all humour leaching from her face.
I concentrate on what I’m doing, using the palm of my hand to rub both inside and outside. It hits all my spots and I grip the pillow tighter, ready to scream into it.
I glance at Elly who watches only me now, the intensity in her eyes racing me to the end.
‘Fuck,’ she breathes. ‘I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.’
Rolling on top of me, she thrusts her body, our hands bumping as we furiously rub. She crests first, groaning out into the pillow above my head. The sound tips me over and I flail at the loss of my pillow. I moan into her neck instead, trying my best to keep it quiet.
I don’t know how successful I was but she doesn’t complain as she rolls back off me.
I remove my hand from my shorts, holding my wet fingers away from me.
Elly looks at them, her chest still heaving. ‘Let me get a cheeky taste?’
I offer them to her, trying not to moan at the feel of her sucking them off.
That tongue. I’m going to need it on me soon.
‘Can I do you too?’ I surprise myself by asking.
Elly smiles. She holds out her fingers, watching closely. I lick the tips before taking them into my mouth. It’s not like I’ve never tasted myself before. Elly doesn’t taste too dissimilar. But it’s the intimacy of it. It’s more intimate than anything I’ve ever done with Ryan or anyone else.
I smack my lips. ‘Scrumptious.’
Elly chuckles. ‘Tilda. You make my fucking day.’
She doesn’t spoon me this time. I lie with my head on her chest, an arm and leg hooked over her. She’s so soft, her huge boobs an ace pillow. I’ve never cuddled with a girl like this. Even with best friends it would feel too weird. But this isn’t. This is comfortable and hot all rolled into one.
Truth be told, I’d probably be happy with another orgasm. I’m rarely done with just one, my pussy now still aching. Every time I move my hips, my clit twitches.
Elly turns her head to kiss my brow. ‘I can feel you doing that.’
I snicker. ‘Busted.’
She strokes down my back, stopping at the top of my ass. ‘Are you not done?’
I open my mouth to reply, stopped by the sound of the bathroom light flicking on across the hall. There’s light showing under the door.
We lie in silence listening to Haz use the toilet and return to her room. Her door slams, making me think we’ve been busted. But then Haz does have a thing for slamming doors.
‘Was I loud?’
Elly draws in a breath. ‘No louder than me.’ She pats my back comfortingly. ‘We’ll find out in the morning. Don’t worry about it.’
I’m not worrying, not really.
Thing is, I kind of want Haz to find out.
Not only that, I want to know how she’d punish me for it too.