“I want to take you without prepping you,” Jack whispered, leaning down over Callum’s body and teasing the head of his cock against his hole. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to feel you stretch out to make room for me.”
Callum’s muscles clenched, including those inside his ass, at the thought of that. He’d used the toy without much prep in their chats before, but he didn’t know how much of it he could take. It would burn for sure; it would hurt. His brain lingered on that promised ache and his balls drew close to his body.
“It would be a good hurt,” Callum replied.
Jack made an appreciative sound in his throat. “Is that what my kitten wants?”
In response, Callum bore down, his hole opening against the tip of Jack’s cock.
Jack grunted and, in one swift motion, had a hand wrapped around the back of Callum’s neck, pulling the top half of his body off the bed and his cock was inside him.
“Fuck.” The words left Callum’s mouth in an explosion of breath. His muscles ignited with the searing pain of penetration as Jack’s cock breached his entrance.
“That’s a good kitten,” Jack mumbled into Callum’s parted mouth. “Make room for Daddy.”
Callum made a sound he’d never heard himself make before. A high-pitched mewling sort of whine that pushed its way out of his mouth when Jack seated himself fully.
“Daddy.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jack breathed out, pressing his forehead against Callum’s. “Oh, fuck, kitten. Callum. Jesus.”
Callum stretched his lips forward, grazing a kiss across Jack’s mouth.
“Unreal,” Jack praised, pulling his cock halfway out before thrusting back in and pulling away again.
Callum’s breath caught in his throat and he forced his eyes open. Jack was there. Jack was right there, staring at him, pupils so big and black that the already dark brown of his eyes was obscured. He looked drunk on lust; his head lolled forward and he breathed through his mouth.
Callum needed more. He needed it all and he reached behind Jack, grabbing his ass and pushing him back as deep as he could go.
“Please move,” Callum begged. “Please fuck me.”
His plea seemed to draw Jack’s attention back to the present because he lowered Callum’s body back to the mattress and gripped him by the hips.
And then he did as Callum had asked.
Jack fucked him like his life depended on it, jackhammering his thick cock in and out of Callum’s hole until both of their bodies were covered with sweat. His dick dragged over Callum’s prostate with every fucking pump of his hips and Callum was lost to the pleasure. It felt like he was in the middle of the world’s longest orgasm, his cock leaking trails of actual cum with every pump of Jack’s hips.
“You make Daddy’s cock feel so good,” Jack cooed in his ear.
Callum was pretty sure he mumbled a reply, but even two seconds later he couldn’t have repeated the words. He’d never known sex could feel this good. He didn’t know if it was Jack’s magic dick or the way he felt about Jack that was making everything feel so intense, but he was pretty sure Jack had fucked him into orbit.
“Want to come,” he pled, “Need it.”
“Oh, kitten,” Jack soothed. He reached between them and took Callum’s cock in hand, sliding his palm over the cum trails on his shaft. “You have been coming. You’re perfect and now Daddy’s going to milk you dry.”
Callum came then. At least what his brain registered as an orgasm—that powerful explosion from inside, the crashing waves of pleasure, the aftershock trembles. But Jack didn’t stop, his cock still siding against Callum’s spot, his hand still pulling Callum’s cock.
“Too much,” he panted, shaking his head from side to side.
“Daddy wants more,” came Jack’s reply. He changed his angle and slammed so deep into Callum it wrenched a scream from his throat. “You’re perfect.”
Callum was certain he was anything other than perfect, especially right now. Covered in sweat and cum like he’d been fucking completely wrecked, which he supposed he had been.
“Where do you want me to come?” Jack asked him, his hips bucking quicker.
He didn’t want to choose; he wanted Jack’s come everywhere. Inside of him, on him… Callum closed his hand around Jack’s, around his own cock between their bodies.
Jack grunted and withdrew, tearing the condom off and straddling Callum’s trembling thighs. He jerked himself twice and came, jets of hot cum landing on Callum’s swollen cock. Before he could even realize what was happening, Jack leaned down and took Callum’s dick into his mouth, his tongue taking in the evidence of both their orgasms before he swallowed, muscles tightening around Callum’s already spent length.
