Page 50 of Five Days

I quickly shucked off my clothes while the lies echoed in my head and ushered him beneath the spray.

Steam rose around us, creating a dreamy fog bubble where the outside world couldn’t touch us. Quietness lay over us like a weighted blanket, offering comfort and a sense of safety I wished I could believe in as much as he did.

Would it kill me to be vulnerable for once in my adult life? To test steps toward maybe trusting someone someday?

I didn’t know much about Callum, but something inside me urged me to speak.

My mouth opened before I overthought what I was about to spill. “I’ve always felt the need to nurture because I grew up in foster care and never experienced the love of a mother and father.” I ran soapy hands over his shoulders and back, proud of myself for voicing my self-reflection for the first time ever to a mere stranger.

Callum turned, smoothing dripping hair off my forehead. “Thank you for sharing that part of you with me.”

My gaze dropped to his chest, and I mapped out his pecs with what remained of the soap. “That’s why once Landon had weaseled his way beneath my skin and straight into my heart when we were kids, I did everything in my power to make sure he knew he was loved. Appreciated and wanted.”

I was pretty sure with how close he and Landon were, Callum had learned his best friend had received none of those things from the two who should have put him first.

The spray beat down on us as I retrieved more shower gel and dropped to my knees.

Callum’s semi hung directly in front of my face, but I didn’t linger in fondling or attempting to arouse him. Keeping my touch more along the lines of worship, I gave him all my physical attention from navel to toes, turning him by the hip to clean his backside.

My own dick stood at full mast, not yet leaking but ready to claim the pucker I ran a slick finger over.

A sigh left Callum as he leaned forward, forearms against the shower wall, offering his ass to me on a goddamn platter.

I slipped my soapy finger inside him, gently working him.

He shuddered and whimpered when I eased from his hole to retrieve the removable shower head.

“Okay?” I murmured, rinsing off his shoulders, watching the water and suds sluice past muscle and through his crack.

“Yes.”

I spent a few minutes cleaning him out, and he sagged against the tile in complete submission to my tenderness. The walls he hid the vulnerable parts of himself behind had crumbled to dust beneath my touch.

Leaning in, I kissed his shoulder, wishing I could be as open with him. “Thank you for trusting me take care of you.”

“No one…” He swallowed audibly as though his throat had swelled. “I need you, Zack—please.”

I replaced the shower head and pressed against his back, running my hands down his chest, past tensed abs, finding his cock fully engorged, the slit slippery with pre-cum.

He hissed as I pulled down on his tight sac while thumbing over his glans.

“Zack…” His pleading tone made my dick buck where it rested against his crack.

“How long has it been, Callum?” I asked against his ear while slowly jacking him with just enough friction to drive him out of his mind.

“Too many years to count.”

“Hmm.” I once more went to my knees, going straight for the ass I hadn’t gotten nearly enough of a taste of our first night together. I nosed up through his wet cheeks, and he widened his stance with a groan.

“Yes.” He choked on the word, and I spread him open, taking a moment to admire the blond hairs around his pucker.

That devotion I’d been hellbent on showing stuttered to a halt at the thought of breaching his body with my dick, and I swallowed hard.

Growling, I buried my nose against him, only able to draw a hint of his musk in thanks to the thorough cleaning I’d given him. Still, he smelled delicious, like herbal soap and earth.

I licked and probed without pushing past his ring, tugging his dick downward so I could tongue his length, sac, and taint. Suckling on his swollen head earned me a few curses, and moaning, I lapped clear up to his hole, finally dipping my tip inside him.

“Oh Jesus—Zack.” Callum pressed back against my face, and I licked inside his hole as far as I could reach. “Fuck yes. God, I could come from your tongue alone.”

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