“Where’s Landon and Gregory?” Callum asked, wrapping an arm around Samantha’s shoulder and pulling her close.
“They had an errand. Landon said they’d be here in half an hour or so.”
“We should start drinking while we wait,” Callum suggested to Samantha with a laugh.
Jack chuckled. “Pace yourself, kitten. You’re going to have a long night.”
32
Jack
Jack watchedCallum lead Samantha into the backyard, grabbing a beer for himself out of the kitchen before stepping outside.
Verity looked up and smiled, relaxing against the willow tree in the corner of the yard. They flicked their eyes up to the low hanging leaves and branches before schooling their features and turning to whisper something to Aaron. He nodded calmly and patted Verity on the shoulder, returning his attention to Justin.
Verity turned their attention back to Jack, who widened his eyes at the back of Samantha’s head. Verity pushed away from the tree and approached Samantha, extending their arm in greeting.
"You have to tell me what you use on your hair,” they said lightly, plucking at the strands attentively. Samantha dropped Callum’s hand and followed Verity into the yard, chattering away about coconut and agave or something ridiculous. Callum made a move to follow her, but Jack reached forward and caught his hand.
“Come with me,” he whispered, rough and low.
Callum stalled and pivoted on his heel, pupils blown to bits already. Jack backed into the house, coaxing Callum down the hallway with a crooked finger. Once in the bedroom, Jack pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. He toed off his shoes and discarded his pants, taking his cock in hand. He’d been achingly hard since Callum had sent that video earlier, the wheels in his head kicking into overdrive as he tried to formulate the ways he wanted to desecrate Callum next.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, grabbing a bottle of lube from the dresser and pouring it through his fingers to coat his dick.
Callum stripped and stood bare before Jack, his skin flushed and warm;, his cock, eager and proud.
“It’s so hard for me to decide how to take you,” Jack told him, stepping closer. He angled his cock toward Callum and jerked it roughly, twisting and pushing downward with the heel of his hand.
“Every way,” Callum whispered.
He smiled. “I have your whole life for that, but I’m greedy, kitten.”
Callum’s breath was coming in short and quick pants now, his hands fisted at his sides.
“Get the dildo you love so much,” he said, using his chin to gesture toward the nightstand.
Callum pulled the drawer open and removed the silicone toy Jack had sent him from New York. The copy of his cock that Callum had sucked so beautifully on camera for him in the springtime.
“Get on the bed and suck it like it’s my cock.”
Callum clambered onto the bed, kicking the sheets away and situating himself against the headboard. He locked his eyes on Jack and circled his lips around the head of the toy before sliding it deep along his tongue. Callum knocked his head against the wall, pushing the cock into his throat so aggressively it made his eyes water and Jack’s cock drip.
Jack climbed onto the bed, hard cock still in hand.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, and Callum obliged, flipping onto his front, resting his cheek on the pillow and holding the toy in his teeth to keep it in his mouth.
Jack fitted his body behind Callum’s, dragging his slippery dick down the length of Callum’s crack before pressing the head against his pucker. He slipped inside after a rough push and Callum groaned, his mouth falling open.
Jack folded his body over Callum’s, easing his length deeper and bracing himself with a hand on the mattress near Callum’s face. He inched his hand over, gripping the toy and pushing it into Callum’s mouth. His muscles tightened, gripping Jack’s cock impossibly tight.
“Oh, you like that?” he asked, pulling the toy out of Callum’s mouth before sliding it back down in.
Callum moaned and nodded, deepening the arch of his back and taking Jack deeper. He leaned down and brushed his mouth over Callum’s ear.
“You like me inside every hole, kitten?”
Callum closed his eyes and groaned, bucking his hips backward in response. Jack held the toy inside Callum’s mouth, just enough that the stream of tears that fled his eyes was continuous, and then he began to move, fucking his actual cock in and out of Callum’s tight channel with a hard and measured pace.
