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.

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.

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.