Page 38 of Five Days

Grunts ripped from Landon’s lungs with every thrust of Zack’s hips, and his cockhead swelled inside my mouth. Wet bitterness shot from his slit, and I fought the need to cough, swallowing with every spurt of his release.

Landon pulled away from my dick, gasping and cursing, his entire body shuddering beneath me.

“Your ass is squeezing me like a fist—pulsing around my dick.” Zack continued to pound into him, chasing his own release. “Ah, fuck…I’m so close.”

I released Landon’s spent dick and sat up. “Let me have it,” I whispered.

Pink highlighted Zack’s cheekbones, making freckles I hadn’t seen before stand out in stark relief. Hazel-green eyes peered down at me swirling with so many emotions a desperate noise escaped me. “Want my cum, Callum?”

“Yeah.”

“God—” He pulled out quickly, and Landon whimpered, but I stared at the gorgeous dick inches from my face.

Zack made quick work of ridding himself of the condom, and he fisted my hair to tip my head back, his other hand stroking his shaft hard and fast. “You’ve seen my test results?” he asked, his tone low and breathy.

“Yes—I want it.” I stuck out my tongue in invitation.

Wet heat closed over my dick again, and I shut my eyes, lost in the sudden climax ripping through me thanks to Landon’s throat swallowing around me. Spunk splattered over my cheek, my nose—finally on my lips. My body convulsed as I emptied into Landon’s mouth, and I leaned toward Zack.

He slid his pulsing head over my tongue, clear into my throat, gagging me with his final spurt.

I coughed that time but quickly swallowed, sucking, needing another taste.

A shiver slid over my skin in the wake of Zack’s hands rubbing over my shoulders

“Goddamn,” he murmured with one last shudder, and I couldn’t agree more.

Chapter 15

Zack

Callum broke the connection between the three of us. With a groan, he rolled and collapsed onto his back, chest heaving, cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink. My cum striped across his lower face, and he flicked out his tongue as though searching for another little taste.

I’d thought Landon had been done in by how hard I’d plowed into him, intent on ruining him exactly as I’d lusted for. He should have passed the fuck out, but he scrambled atop Callum, going straight for my spunk on his chin. Slurping sounds sent shivers over my heated skin, and I released a long exhale, sinking my knees forward to rest against the bed’s edge to hold me upright.

Maybe I’d been the one wrecked by Landon’s magical, tight hole and the need in his eyes when I’d finally sunk into his body after years of denied wanting. We’d connected on a soul-level in that moment I would never regret even though the intimacy threatened my shields that protected me from being hurt by him again.

Then came Callum. His passion-hazed eyes while begging for my cum on his tongue, the way his mouth had slotted perfectly against mine. How he’d somehow deeply embedded himself alongside that ache in my chest for what I refused to allow myself no matter how badly I desired it.

I rubbed over my sweaty chest as Landon cleaned up Callum’s face with little hums of happiness, pink tongue lapping, mouth sucking him clean of my spunk.

“Next time,” Landon breathed against Callum’s lips, “I want this inside me—and yours. Need you both leaking out of my hole.”

I huffed a laugh, loving his insatiable hunger for my spunk. “Little cum slut,” I teased.

Landon stilled as though my words had slapped him upside the head.

Callum wrapped his arms around Landon, pulling him down atop him. He made shushing noises, hands soothing his back until Landon melted over his chest and buried his face in Callum’s neck.

“Shit,” I muttered, slumping even further onto the mattress. “Trigger of some sort?”

“Something like that,” Callum murmured an answer for Landon but didn’t offer a reason why.

“Fuck. Sorry” I pursed my lips, all sense of ease whisked away from pulling him down seconds after a killer orgasm. All that hurt I’d dreamed of inflicting on Landon over the years? Felt pretty damn shitty when I’d expected elation. My stomach twisted with a complete lack of glee over Landon’s apparent distress.

Walls had definitely crumbled between us, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Ants of unease skittered over my skin, making me want to flee, but I stood rooted, unable to walk away even though Callum was the one soothing him.

Nose hidden against Callum’s skin, Landon held out his hand toward me as though sensing my apprehension. Another truce?

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