Page 52 of Five Days

His dick strained toward his navel, his groin area neatly trimmed and his balls smooth. Maybe I would get to suckle on them while fingering his ass open for me in the next couple of days, but right now…

I rolled the condom down his length and took my time making sure his shaft was soaked with lube from base to tip because he would need it to fit his thick cock into my body.

“Fuck, your hands feel so good.” He watched me work his length in slow pulls, my palm swirling over his swollen head. A hiss left him as I stroked downward to tug on his sac like he’d done to mine. He dug his fingertips into his thighs, trying to fuck up into my fist. “Shit—fuck, Callum. Gotta get inside you.”

“Mmm,” I hummed an agreement and lay down, quickly wiping my hand clean on the sheets.

We shifted until he rested between my thighs rather than atop me. I grabbed the backs of my knees, lifting them toward my chest so I could wink my pucker at him.

“Jesus, look at you.” Zack stared at my bared asshole before running a fingertip over me and causing me to clench. “I could toy with this hole all night long.”

“I’m up for it if you are,” I said with a small smirk, my chest fluttery even though an underlying sadness lingered in the recesses of my mind.

Zack gave me his eyes and shifted closer to plank on one hand, the other hand holding his base. Our gazes once more locked, he smeared his lubed tip around my pucker before tapping it a few times. “Ready for me, sweetheart?”

I had been since the moment our eyes had met. Had it only been two nights ago? “Fill me up,” I begged, my voice a ragged whisper. Make it so I won’t ever forget you.

He pushed forward, and I bore down, allowing him to breach my ring.

I swallowed a curse at the immediate burn, shifting in a natural response to escape the sting of penetration.

“Jesus.” Zack clenched his jaw and paused, eyes rolling back in his head. “So fucking tight—goddamn, Callum.”

I bit my tongue to keep from creating any noises that would cause Zack to stop.

“Fuck.” Zack planked on his elbows, giving my flagging dick something to rub against. Eyes closed, he rested his forehead against mine. “Tell me you’re okay—that I can have more.”

“Take it.”

Along with the other half of my heart.

I gasped as he shoved in a couple of inches.

“Jesus.” Zack blinked open his eyes and cradled my face in his hands. “Still alright?”

His carefulness made my heart ache.

“Mmm.” I tried to nod in his hold, praying he could see the submission of my body in my eyes as I clung to his shoulders.

Gazes once more locked, he backed out and pushed in again, almost to the root.

“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured, pupils blown wide enough to swallow his hazel irises.

“More,” I begged, bearing down as he pulled out.

He sank in fully with one last thrust, stuffing me full.

Our mouths crashed together, and I clung to his shoulders, my heels wrapping around his ass to hold him close while I acclimated to being speared in half by his hard dick.

I’d been fucked plenty of times in my thirty-three years, but not once had I felt an intimate connection beyond physical attachment. Our tongues tangled as we shared panted breaths. He angled my head, eating at my mouth as he had my ass.

The man was voracious, and I would sate whatever hunger owned him.

“I gotta move—need to fuck you,” he growled around his teeth’s hold on my lower lip.

“Do it.” I garbled the words from how he bit me, but he gentled his kisses, licking over my lips before suckling on them while gyrating his hips to fuck in and out of my ass.

With every slow, long stroke, I swore Zack reached into my soul, familiarizing himself with my innermost being, the places no one could experience without being laid bare.

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