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Callum licks his lip, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. "Yes! Oh-oh, Jesus," Callum groans when he brushes against my pussy lips. "Oh God." His eyes roll back when Rad directs his fingers into me.
I groan when he shoves his long fingers inside me and twists them around, gathering my juices with Rad's. Four fingers from two different hands push the boundaries of my fluttering pussy walls.
"Feel that, man? She fucking loves it. She's going to cum all over them. And then you're going to finish yourself with her cum. Okay?" Rad asks through the fog of my mind, and I hear him moan in the distance.
Fire spreads throughout my limbs, and everything trembles as Rad and Callum pick up their pace, slamming into the depths of my cunt and turning me inside out. A moan lodges in my throat the moment my pussy contracts, and fireworks explode behind my eyes. My pussy clamps down on them, earning more groans from behind me.
“Fuck, River," Rad grunts, stilling inside me.
"Oh, f-fuck," Callum gasps, pulling in and out with urgency, staring at the wetness coating his entire hand with wonder.
"Use it, bro. Slather her pussy juices all over your dick, and then come on her ass while I come in her pussy." Rad doesn't waste a second when he buries himself deep in my cunt and pounds harder than before.
Callum moans, confidently putting the tip of his dick against my ass cheek, pumping as hard as he can. I watch his every move through my limited view of him over my shoulder. His head falls back, and his mouth drops open in ecstasy, lathering his dick with my juices.
"Come for me,” I rasp, staring into his gray eyes. “Come, Callum.” Heavy breaths pour from his mouth until every muscle in his body locks tight. Deep moans pull from his chest when he sprays his cum all over the flesh of my ass, dripping down my crack and toward Rad's chaotic thrusts and mixes.
Leaning over in desperation, Rad buries his teeth in my shoulder, spilling his seed into the condom with labored breaths and moaning.
“You’re goddamn amazing,” he murmurs, licking the wound on my shoulder. Rad kisses my shoulder, moving my hair from my neck. "Don't move. I'm staying here," he rasps.
I roll my eyes, wiggling my hips. "You can't seriously stay inside me. We have lives to live."
He snorts. "You underestimate my commitment," he murmurs, slowly pulling out with a groan. "But for today, I'll let it go."
For one brief second of silence, Callum's wide eyes stay transfixed on the cum sliding down my flesh, through my crack, and mingling with my juices. I shiver when his finger bravely runs through the line, swirling it into me.
"Come-come on," Callum murmurs, grasping my hand with a blush, pulling himself from the visual. "Let's get cleaned up." I swear he sounds breathless when he helps me off the bed. My legs wobble when I take my first step, but Cal is there to catch me when I tumble.
"I'm going to take that stumble as a win," Rad says with a tired grin, throwing the condom into the trash. Sighing, he throws himself back into the bed with a groan. "Thanks for christening my money, Pretty Girl. You're officially my good luck charm." Warmth fills me when his earnest eyes find mine, and I see nothing but honesty reflecting. For some reason, he truly believes I'm his good luck charm.
"Any time," I quip, clinging to Callum as he leads us into the oversized bathroom fitted with a large tub, stand-up shower, and a nice-sized closet connected to it.
Leaning down, Callum runs a bath and plugs the drain. He stands, collects the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, and places them around the edge of the tub with care. His fingers brush through the rapidly rising water, and he nods, approving of the temperature.
"I think it's ready-ready," he says, taking a deep breath when he stands back, gesturing for me to climb in.
He helps me ease my legs over the tall bathtub with gentle hands until the water laps at my calves and feet. I sigh when my feet envelop in warmth, tingling my toes and legs. When I turn, Callum watches me with an intense stare, watching my every move as I slowly sit down in the water's warmth.
“Are you coming?” I ask, raising a brow and gesturing to the spot behind me.
His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and I think he’s about to tell me no until he marches forward with determination on his face. Deep down, I think Callum fights with himself and what he wants. Something holds him back from jumping into the fray and getting his too.
Settling behind me, he gently eases my back to his front and carefully wraps his arms around me. Resting his hands on my stomach with trembling fingers, I can tell he's trying not to touch anything he shouldn't.
Resting my head against his shoulder, I savor the warmth and protection he offers me. Callum is a gentle soul, and I never want anyone to take that from him. This world is a cruel, evil mess, and he’s the only goodness left to bring me light. Besides the other two, I’ve seemed to have fallen for them in a short time. Sometimes I can’t stop my heart from falling for the wrong people.
"Can I ask you something?” I whisper, running my wet fingers up and down his tense thighs on either side of me. His hardening dick rests at my back, but he makes no move to do anything about it. In fact, I'm sure he's ignoring it.
“Sure-sure,” he says, stumbling over his tongue again. “You can ask me anything.”
“What holds you back from sex?” Turning, I peek over my shoulder at his red-tinted face. Worry lines the creases in his brows, and he nods like he knows this is coming. “I’m not trying to pry, Cal. You don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want to,” I murmur with encouragement, turning back to face the wall.
I’d never force him to tell me anything. We all have hidden secrets, guidelines we live by, and boundaries we like to keep. Some people can’t stand to be touched because of sensitivities. Some people are saving themselves for the right moment. And some haven't found the perfect person to connect with. Whatever the reason, he’s still a virgin. That's up to him.
He leans his forehead against the back of my head, laying a sweet kiss on my hair. His shuddering breath blows across my wet neck as he composes himself to answer. Deep down, I suspect he’s again hiding the embarrassment from his face.
“I want it to be right,” he murmurs into my hair. “It probably sounds-sounds so stupid, but I want the moment to be something that I’m proud to remember. I…” He stops himself, taking a deep breath. “I never forget a moment.”
