“I wouldn’t tease you yet, kitten. That comes later. Right now you owe me one long, slow slide home.”
Callum thumped his head onto his pillow and breached his tight ring of muscle, pushing the entire length of the toy inside himself with one thrust. His jaw fell slack, the length and girth of the toy—of Jack’s cock stretching him in unfamiliar ways.
“How does that feel, kitten?”
“Intense,” Callum whimpered.
“Now twist the knob and turn it on,” Jack told him, “and pull it all the way out, then push back in just like you did.”
Callum twisted the knob, the cock vibrating to life inside of him. He pulled it all the way out, his muscles tensing and relaxing as the toy exited, then pushed back inside. He flattened his feet on the mattress and arched off the sheets.
“I bet it’s so hot inside of you. I bet you’d hold my cock so tight,” Jack grunted.
“So tight, Daddy.”
Callum was desperate for motion. He felt like a virgin again, adjusting to that burn and stretch for the first time.
“Fuck yourself with my cock, kitten. Short and quick pumps.”
Callum did as he was told, keeping the majority of the cock seated inside his ass, only pulling out enough to drag against his spot with every insertion. The sensitizing lube was licking fire through every nerve in his body.
Callum writhed against the sheets, his muscles trembling as he fought back his orgasm.
“I’ll never get tired of how beautiful you look before you come,” Jack said.
“Can I?” Callum begged.
“Yes, baby. Use my cock to get yourself off.”
Callum fucked himself with the toy, continuing the short and urgent pumps Jack had told him to start with. He bucked up with a cry, his cock releasing spurts of cum against his belly. He’d come hands-free, the toy modeled after Jack’s cock had nailed his prostate with every single slide and sent him over the edge faster than he could ever remember.
Callum pulled the toy out and leaned up to see the screen on his laptop just in time to watch Jack’s cock shoot cum up across his chest. His head angled back and eyes closed, Callum thought he looked as though he were in heaven. Callum folded his body forward so he was on his knees, his eyes eating up the scene on his computer screen.
Jack looked down, his eyes focusing back on Callum’s face. He smiled.
“You’re so sexy. I can’t believe my luck.” Jack wiped his hair off his forehead.
“If not now, when?” Callum asked, returning to his earlier line of questioning.
“Kitten,” Jack bartered.
“I’m sorry, but I need to know. This is real, isn’t it?” Callum tapped his chest for emphasis. Jack repeated the touch in New York.
“It’s real.”
“Then when?”
“I don’t know.”
“If this is real, then make plans with me. Set a time. Pick a date. You see your friends for brunch, you make plans with them. Why not me?”
Callum knew he was acting like a petulant brat, but this was hard. Things with Jack had started as fun, the miles between them convenient, but now it was agony. It seemed like Jack was developing the same kind of feelings, that he wanted to meet, too, but hung on to this stupid resistance.
“August.”
“Three months?”
“I’m booked solid until then, but I can put in a couple days in August, okay?”
