Chapter 43 Tigerlily
Chapter Forty-Three: Tigerlily
There’s a thrill humming through my body by saying those three words.
Fuck me, Callum.
I shiver at the look in his eyes as he walks over to me. He rubs my ass and says, “Spit on me.”
I hesitate for a second. Did I hear him right?
He grabs my chin and says, “Spit on my dick, Tiger.”
My pussy clenches at his tone, and my clit throbs, desperate for him. I turn around and spit on his dick. He moans, rubbing it all over him.
“You like that?”
I bite my lip, not knowing how to reply.
“Turn around.”
I turn around, and his palm lands on my lower back.
“Fuck,” he moans, touching his dick to my opening. He rubs me, teasing me. My body yearns for him, so I lean back. He sticks his fingers inside of me, and I whimper at the contact. My face falls onto the bed.
“Oh, fuck, Tiger,” he groans. “You’re so wet already.”
He aims his cock and presses into me. When he slides in, I cry out from the pleasure. He has to push through how tight I am, and I feel every inch of him enter me. He maneuvers his hips until he’s all the way in.
“Shit, Tiger. You’re so fucking tight.” He starts thrusting against me, and I moan when my pussy finally stops resisting. He grabs my throat, pulling me up to him. He whispers in my ear, “Did you let Zeff fuck you like this last night?”
He pumps into me, smacking my ass.
I let out a cry without answering.
He whispers again, “What about Jax, huh? Does he make you feel this good?”
I think about Zephyr last night taking my virginity, and Jax’s tongue making me orgasm.
And then I think about Callum. His charm.
His smile. The way he flirts with me. It makes everything inside me tighten.
I want him to want me, not his ex. Why would she ever give this up?
He’s demanding in bed, and it’s hot as hell.
I rub my ass against his hips.
He licks my ear, and my body tingles.
“Say my name.”
“Cal,” I moan.
He twists my head so he can kiss me. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Callum.”
“I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fuck you so fucking good, you won’t remember who Zeff or Jax are.”
And he unleashes.
He pounds into me, making me cry out noises I didn’t know I could make. He releases my throat and holds my hips to hold me still. He fucks me fast, thrusting over and over. And then he starts rubbing my clit.
“What’re you doing?” I breathe, holding myself up with my left arm. It’s starting to go numb.
“Trying to make you orgasm,” he says, using his fingers to rub me.
My face falls on the bed when he hits the right spot. “Oh––Callum,” I cry.
He fucks me faster. His stamina is much better than mine. I think my pussy’s swelling at how much he’s using it.
“I need you to orgasm on my dick. And then I’ll come. Okay?”
I close my eyes and feel each thrust like he’s stretching me out. “Okay.”
His other hand lands on my ass. He’s touching my butthole. I try to breathe, hold myself up, and focus on my orgasm, but it’s distracting. I hit his hand away as he continues to rub my clit.
It doesn’t take long once he readjusts his fingers and finds a better angle on my clit. I feel my face turning hot. Heat reaches every part of my body.
“I love your ass,” he murmurs, pushing his fingers against me again. I clench, and he rubs me faster while slowing his pace.
That’s exactly what I needed. Slower movements.
“That’s it, baby,” Callum praises.
My body relaxes into the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.
While I’m crying into the sheets, I feel warmth bloom inside of me. My orgasm continues as Callum comes inside me.
“Fuck, Tiger. This is so hot. So fucking hot, baby.”
He pulls out, and I fall on the bed. His semen falls out of me. I turn around to find Callum staring with a finger against his lips.
“What is it?” I ask.
He looks at my ass and says, “Nothing. Your pussy is dripping out my come, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I blink, facing forward.
“So fucking hot, Tiger.”
“Can you grab something to clean me?” I ask, embarrassed.
He shakes his head with a smile. “No.”
I flip onto my back and spread my legs.
“Atta girl,” he says, licking his lips. His eyes flick to mine. “I want to fuck you again.”
“Again?” I question.
He nods, walks over to me, and pauses.
Then he leans down and kisses me.
“Start me a bath,” I mutter, seeing how far I can push him.
He laughs and kisses my forehead. “I’ll start us a bath.”
He walks away and stops at the doorframe. “You coming?”
I get up and follow him into his bathroom.
When we step into the bath, I lie in Callum’s arms. He gently washes my body. And then he taps on my right forearm at the bandage and says, “Can we take this off?”
I nod. “Yeah. I probably left this bandage on for too long.”
He starts peeling the edges of the bandage. It’s really stuck, and his wet fingers aren’t helping.
“So, how was it?” he asks.
“How was what?”
“The Callum Experience.”
I roll my eyes and laugh.
“I need to know,” he whispers, kissing my cheek.
I bite my lip and blush. I whisper, “It was the best.”
“The best?”
I roll my eyes. “Oh my god, Callum.”
“Hey, you said it, not me.”
I smile, and then he pulls the bandage off in one rip. “Asshole,” I say, feeling the sting.
He kisses me and looks down at my wound. “It looks good.”
I look at it and nod. “Yeah, it does.”
He kisses my right shoulder, staring at it. “I’m sorry about what happened to you.”
The scenario runs through my mind as I lean my head back on his shoulder. “If all roads led to this moment, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.”
He turns my chin and kisses my lips.
The next morning, I wake up in Callum’s bed alone.
My body aches in the same way it did after I lost my virginity.
My God. I sit up slowly and test my injured arm.
It protests but the pain is manageable. We didn’t put on another bandage, but I instantly regret it when I notice sheet fibers are stuck to it.
I’m wearing Callum’s shirt. It falls past my thighs, soft and worn and smelling like him. I love it.
There’s music playing quietly down the hall, so I get out of bed and pad down the hall on bare feet.
Callum’s in the kitchen cooking bacon. He’s shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His dirty blonde hair is messy from sleep.
He looks up when I walk in and flashes me one of his beautiful grins. “There she is.”
I stop in the doorway. Suddenly self-conscious about being here. About wearing his shirt. About everything that happened last night.
“Is this okay?” I ask quietly as I sit at the table.
“What?”
My eyes look around the kitchen. His house. His space. “Me being here. What we did last night. Jax and Zephyr. I mean…” I hesitate, starting to get extremely nervous. “Is this... okay?”
He sets down the spatula and walks over to me. He cups my face with both hands. I’m startled for a second as I look at him, but he has a gentle look in his eyes.
“Yeah. It’s more than okay.”
He kisses my forehead. Then leads me to the kitchen island and lifts me onto it like I weigh nothing.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
I feel my face heat. “Sore.”
He grins. “Your medicine is right here. And the food is just finished.”
He serves me breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and toast. Way more food than I can eat.
But I try anyway because he made it for me. I take the pills first, unsure if I’m taking it for my gun wound or my sore pussy. I almost choke at the thought.
“You okay?” He looks over concerned.
I nod with my thumbs up, unable to speak. The pill feels like it’s stuck in my throat. I take another sip of water.
“I’m okay,” I say once my coughing stops.
We eat in comfortable silence. The kind of silence that feels easy instead of awkward. But underneath it, I feel the tension building. The reality of what we have to face when we go back to Jax and Zephyr’s house.
After breakfast, I put on the clothes I brought in my overnight bag. I brush my teeth and gargle water.
Then we’re in his truck driving to Jax and Zephyr’s.
My heart races with every mile that passes.
What am I going to say to them? How am I supposed to explain what I’ve obviously been doing? Am I wrong for wanting this? For wanting all of them?
“So what are we doing?” Callum asks, breaking the silence.
I look at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean with this. With us. All four of us.”
My throat tightens. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want to know? Or are we just figuring it out as we go?”
I stare out the window and watch houses and trees blur past. “I don’t know.”
“Come on, Tiger. Don’t be like that.”
I pause, taking a moment to muster the courage of what I’m really feeling. I whisper, “I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“Of being forced to choose. Of hurting someone. Of ruining everything.”
He reaches over and takes my hand. “Who said you have to choose?”
I turn to look at him.
“I’m serious. Who said you have to pick one of us?”
“That’s how relationships work.”
“Says who?”
“Everyone. Society. Common sense.”
He squeezes my hand. “Fuck society. Fuck common sense. Fuck everyone, Tiger. What do you want?”
I don’t answer. Because what I want feels impossible. Selfish. Wrong. But I’ve been getting what I want anyway, haven’t I?
“Tiger,” he says gently. “What do you want?”
“I want all of you,” I whisper, realizing that being tossed around between them without any labels is probably the easiest way to get what I want. It’s going to come at a cost though. That much I do know. “But I can’t have that.”
“Why not?”
I shake my head. “People don’t do this, Cal. This isn’t normal. Are you okay with sharing me?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “If it means I get you? Yeah.”
“What about Jax and Zephyr? It doesn’t mean that they’ll want to share. Oh my god. This sounds horrible, Cal. Listen to us.”
My sneaky plan of sleeping with each of them before having this conversation is not going as planned. Of course, one of them would demand to know what I’m doing here. I can’t have my cake and eat it too. And now I realize how horrible this sounds out loud.