“It feels like it’s been forever,” Callum panted. “I can’t last.”
“Don’t,” Jack told him, working his throat against the crown of Callum’s cock, charming him free of his release.
Callum did come quickly, his orgasm exploding from him in a frenzy. He cried out, relief and pleasure dripping out of his mouth while he came into Jack’s. Even as his orgasm subsided, he didn’t pull away, instead letting his cock soften against Jack’s pliant tongue.
Jack continued to suck and lick him, burying his nose against Callum’s skin and resting against his thigh. He wrapped his arms around Callum’s backside, pressing against the small of his back to keep them connected longer.
Callum’s cock slipped free of his lips and Jack pressed a kiss against the spit-soaked skin, using his head to push Callum back toward the bed until he sat down with a contented sigh.
Jack traced his hands up Callum’s thighs, rocking back onto his heels.
“I love you,” he said, hoping Callum understood how much that truly meant.
“I love you,” Callum replied, biting his lips between his teeth. “I’m sorry. I missed you so much. I didn’t even realize.”
A tear escaped Callum’s eye and raced down his cheek. Jack stood and leaned over him, kissing the tear away before another could take its place.
“Everything is going to be okay, kitten.” He kissed Callum, sliding his tongue against his mouth until it opened and let him in. Callum licked his cum from Jack’s tongue with a satisfied groan that left Jack dizzy with his own arousal. “That’s a promise.”
29
Callum
Callum triedto not let his mind get the better of him. He triedsohard, but sitting at home all day while Jack was at work had his mind wandering all over the place and there was only so many times a day he could focus his attention back on that blow job from heaven Jack had given him on Monday.
He couldn’t even look forward to working over the weekend because he was useless as long as his arm was in a sling. But it was Saturday now, the glorious end to the boredom and terror that had become his life. The way Jack had been with him lately had helped. He’d really stepped up the daddying, even making sure that Callum was doing menial tasks like showering and changing clothes every day. And eating. Something he had little interest in anymore, but Jack was there to make sure he did it anyway.
The swelling on his face had gone down. He could see out of both eyes, and the cut over his lip was nearly healed. What he wanted to do, though, was fuck. He didn’t even care if he was on top or not. He was desperate for that familiar safety that came with being taken, but Jack wouldn’t do it. He’d blow him, and jerk him off, but wouldn’t go all the way. Whether it was out of misplaced courtesy or general concern, Callum didn’t know, but he was over it.
If Jack really wanted him to get back to normal, then he needed to start treating him normally. Completely. Callum had decided he would give Jack the push he needed and that was how he found himself sliding slowly under the sheets just shy of eight in the morning, rubbing his cheek against Jack’s erection.
“What time is it?” Jack groaned, hips pushing up reflexively toward Callum’s lips.
“Time to come,” Callum rasped, taking the head of Jack’s cock into his mouth and swallowing.
“Kitten,” Jack said, voice more awake. He pushed the sheets back and rested a hand on the top of his head to slow him. Callum swatted him away and sucked harder before pulling back, his shoulder creaking in discomfort.
“Daddy,” he mewled, licking his lips with the intent to seduce. “I want you, but I can’t do it. My shoulder.” He touched his fingertips lightly to his clavicle.
“You don’t need to, kitten,” Jack assured him.
“I want to,” Callum interrupted, fisting his own cock. “I need it, Daddy. I needyouso bad.”
“Sit against the headboard,” Jack instructed with a worried look, moving out of the way and pushing his briefs to his knees. Callum traded him places and situated the pillows behind his back so he was sitting comfortably.
Jack stood on the mattress with one leg on either side of Callum, balancing himself with a hand curled around the headboard near Callum’s ear. He shuffled closer, tracing Callum’s lips with the slick head of his cock.
“I’m okay, Daddy,” Callum whispered.
He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, flattening his tongue against the bottom of Jack’s cock and lapping at the tender vee of skin. Jack shuddered and stepped closer, pushing another inch of cock into Callum’s mouth. He groaned and leaned into Jack, wincing and quickly returning to his original positioning.
“Settle, kitten,” Jack reminded him, moving his hand from the bed to Callum’s head, and bracing him still. Jack fucked Callum’s mouth with short and hungry thrusts, never sliding too far, never taking too much.
Jack had him mostly immobilized so all Callum could do was slide his tongue around his cock as it came and went. He fucked his way into Jack’s slit with the tip of his tongue, licking away the precum as it appeared. Jack’s hips jerked and he came with a restrained grunt, painting the inside of Callum’s mouth with his cum.
He lowered himself to his knees and kissed Callum, sliding their tongues together and cupping the back of his head securely.
“I love you,” Callum murmured into his mouth. “I love you; please don’t shut me out."
