Page 51 of Five Days

Not happening. My need had taken control.

A few more slurping kisses, and I stood, grabbing the lube I always kept on hand in the shower. I hadn’t expected to slicken up someone other than myself, but wasn’t about to complain about using my personal stock on a client.

The term for him didn’t echo gently in my head, but I shoved against the uncomfortable feeling and set my focus on readying him for my dick. He had asked for it after all.

I gave him one finger while kissing along his shoulders but quickly added a second.

He grunted as I worked them both in deep and jolted when I rubbed over his prostate.

“Goddamn.” He gasped the curse, shuddering as I stroked his sweet spot again.

“Close?” I asked against his ear, earning a half-manic nod. “Want to come like this or on my cock, sweetheart?”

“Oh God.” Callum tipped his head back, and I licked up his neck while slipping a third finger past his ring. “I need you inside me, right fucking now.”

“Condoms are on the bedside table.”

“Shit.” He growled, pushing against my fingers buried in his hole.

I bit my tongue to keep from asking him if he trusted me. Going without sheathing up wasn’t an option with my job, no matter how badly I might want it.

“Come on,” I whispered against his ear before kissing his lobe.

The time for slow and comforting gave way to our rekindled lust.

I took care in drying him off but got him quickly onto my bed.

Callum crawled onto the mattress on his hands and knees, but I swatted his flank while retrieving a condom from beside the bedside lamp.

“On your back, sweetheart.”

He rolled and watched me with passion-hazed eyes while I tossed the condom and bottle of lube beside him. “Zack.”

I climbed atop him, straddling his thighs. “Hmm?”

His soft caress of knuckles along my cheek sent a strange shudder down through clear to my soul. “I need you inside me.”

Chapter 20

Callum

Having heard Zack’s reminder that what we shared wouldn’t be following us into the future, I wanted nothing more than for him to push into my body. Fill me up with his cock. Rock into me until he coaxed every drop of cum from my aching balls.

This was my last chance to bottom because I expected once Landon and I returned home, I wouldn’t be getting dick while moving forward in our relationship—because our transition from friends to lovers would stick for the long run. While we hadn’t discussed our sexual preferences, if I had to bet money, I would take a chance on every cent in my bank account that Landon would never top me.

Society had all but painted him as a voracious bottom with enough evidence to condemn and shame. But he was perfect in my eyes, and I would never ask for him to be more than he was.

I had needs though, ones Zack longed to fulfill if his leaking tip and tight balls were any indication.

He’d agreed to care for me and had set me completely at ease, but I would partake rather than just lay there and get fucked.

“Can I?” I asked, reaching for the condom and lube he’d set on the mattress beside me.

“You can have and do whatever you want,” he assured me while settling onto his haunches atop my thighs.

What I want is to own half of your heart and to take you home with us.

Feeling a little weepy over the fact neither was possible, I sat up and grabbed the condom, ripping the foil packet open with my teeth.

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