Page 33 of Five Days

A slow smirk curled one side of his mouth, melting my insides. “Promise.” He disappeared around the corner.

Callum rested his hand on my lower back while I attempted to unlock our door. Yeah, that tender press of his palm felt familiar but ten times better finally knowing for sure what prompted it.

Once inside, I stalled out. How did I initiate what I hoped to transpire in the coming hours? I longed for so, so much with Callum and Zack that it scared the hell out of me. We’d all climbed aboard a train barreling down tracks into the unknown.

“Um…” I turned in the entryway and ran a trembling hand through my hair.

Callum stood in front of me, intent on studying my face.

Did he see the insecurity rising up inside me? How growing anxiety over fucking up again might be the final straw to a mental breakdown?

He cupped my cheek in his warm palm, and I sagged at his soothing touch that never ceased to set my soul at ease. “Lan…”

“Don’t let this tear us apart,” I whispered, pleading with everything inside me. “I won’t survive without you.”

“Nothing will take me away from you,” Callum declared, lowering his head.

Our mouths brushed, gentle and sweet, but I wasn’t having this careful, hesitancy between us. The walls had come down. He’d given me the green light, damnit, and I hadn’t lied to Zack about being greedy. I was an absolute glutton for dick, and it’d been way too long since I’d been filled the fuck up.

Whimpering, I pressed against Callum, needing to feel how much he desired me. No Zack around, and he was still hard.

Tongues tangling, I shoved him against the entry wall, my fingers fumbling with the button on his shorts, desperate to get at him. “Need,” I breathed against his mouth, panting along with him.

“Whatever you want, baby, it’s yours. Anything.”

Fuck yes.

I dropped to my knees, pulling Callum’s shorts down with me. He hissed as I licked up the back of his straining dick to flick my tongue around his glans.

“Landon.” He breathed my full name like a prayer, gently cradling my face in his hands while kicking off his shoes.

Taking him to the root earned my nose a close encounter with his trimmed pubes and a lungful of his musk. Thank fuck for my nonexistent gag reflex.

I grabbed hold of his muscular thighs and buried my face fully against his groin, smothering myself in his scent.

“Fuck!” His hips jolted, but I kept in place, twirling my tongue along his base and swallowing around his swollen head. “Your mouth…God.”

Humming, I backed off, sucking to the tip where I was rewarded with a bead of creamy bitterness.

So good.

I sank down, soaking in Callum’s curses as my saliva dribbled over his tight balls and my chin.

A knock sounded on the door beside us, but I couldn’t be bothered to stop feasting on his dick.

Callum must have reached for the handle, because the door swung inward, a body appearing in my periphery.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Zack muttered, dropping a bag beside his feet as the hinges silently shut us once more in where no prying eyes could see us.

Mouth full of Callum’s cock, I reached one hand out for Zack.

“You want my dick?” Zack all but growled the question.

I moaned an agreement, sucking up to Callum’s tip again.

He hissed and gave me another burst of flavor on my tongue.

I pulled off Callum’s cock and peered up at Zack, soaking in the lust and longing in his hazel eyes. Did I want his cock. Ha! I’d dreamed of nothing else for fifteen years. But there’d been more than lust for his body. I’d missed the closeness we’d shared. The comfortable friendship, the connection of two souls searching for love and acceptance.

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