Page 53 of Five Days

I wanted him to delve deeper. Explore every hidden part of me.

Because he seemed the sort who wouldn’t judge, who would remain loyal, a rock for me to lean on when past trauma rose to choke out my self-worth as it often did.

“Zack,” I whimpered against his mouth, not sure how to ask for what I needed but knowing with every cell in my body that it was him—only him in that moment.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. His fingers tightened in my hair as his hips picked up speed, thrusting harder at a different angle, steadily enough he forced grunts from my lungs with every stroke over my prostate.

My dick leaked between us, making a mess between our stomachs, the perfect slickness to rut against.

“You gonna come for me, Callum?”

“Mmm hmm,” I agreed, unable to speak with how he railed me.

“Shoot that spunk all over us.”

“Y-Yes.” He ripped the agreement from me with a harsh jab between my thighs.

“Give it to me, baby. Every. Fucking. Drop.” He dropped his demands between each steady stab hitting me just right.

I cried out, my back arching as cum rocketed up my cock to spurt between our bellies.

“Fuck yeah. Your ass is strangling my dick—fuck. So good.” Zack drew out my climax with steady, ball-slapping stabs into my guts until I emptied and gasped for breath. He slowed then stilled—without coming.

I clung to him, sucked on his tongue, and swallowed his panted curses as he ate at my mouth. Both of us shuddered, the slick sweat and cum between us a mess I lusted to see painted and dried on my skin.

“Zack,” I murmured, unable to catch my breath as he wrapped his arms completely around me, squeezing me tight.

“Wish I could empty inside you,” he choked out before his dick began to throb in my hole. A low groan rumbled from his chest pressed against mine. He climaxed into the condom without a single thrust, gasping and whimpering as though I’d taken his soul and shattered it like a ship against rocks.

I clung to him for all I was worth in the same way he did to me. As though neither of us wanted to let go, well beyond the five days I’d paid for.

But he’d made it clear that would never be, no matter how badly I wished otherwise.

Landon would be enough. Finally having him in every way had to be.

Or my pining had only just begun.

Chapter 21

Landon

I woke up alone without a trace of warmth on either side of me. Coolness settled in my chest even though my eyes heated and stung.

Had Callum…

Hopping up, I grabbed my boxer briefs off the floor and hopped around bleary-eyed while pulling them on as fast as possible.

His room’s door propped open, his bed still freshly made by the staff from the day before.

He’d spent the night with Zack.

While jealousy riled up inside me, the feeling only stemmed from not being between them. I hoped Callum had made a dent in Zack’s defenses. It wasn’t exactly early in the morning, so perhaps their night alone had been so damn fantastic that neither was yet ready to leave the bed.

Fine by me—kind of.

I had work to do, which left Callum time to build a bond with Zack that he wouldn’t want to break in three days.

Snagging a bottle of water from the mini fridge, I checked my cell.

---