Callum
Callum’s thighs were sticky.After his unexpected orgasm on the couch, Jack had taken him to bed and fucked him until dinner time. They’d ordered Chinese and were sitting cross-legged on the floor, containers spread open in front of them on the coffee table. Jack hadn’t let him dress, but instead forced him naked onto the carpet, using his fingers to smear his cum around Callum’s hole before answering the door and taking the delivery.
Callum shifted uncomfortably, scowling at Jack as he laughed into his chow mein.
“I haven’t forgotten,” Jack told him after swallowing.
“Forgot what?”
“The spanking.”
Callum tensed. Even though he wanted it, even though he was desperate for it and his body was fucking singing for Jack. He’d never been spanked before. Hell, he’d never had any ofthisbefore.
Well, he’d had something. But not a Daddy and definitely not Jack.
“There’s something we never talked about,” Jack said softly, his eyes tracing the lines of Callum’s face. “And we need to.”
“I feel like I shouldn’t be naked for this,” Callum worried.
“No. You should definitely be naked for this. But it’s going to be mostly me talking, so you listen, alright, kitten?”
“Alright,” Callum agreed nervously.
“We never talked about your fantasies,” Jack began, walking his fingers up Callum’s thigh.
“My what?”
“Fantasies,” Jack repeated, using his pointer finger to trace the line where Callum’s leg folded into his hip. “Kitten, I want to spend a very long time learning all of the ways I can make you come.”
Jack’s fingers slid to Callum’s hip and pressed against the bone. Callum inhaled a trembling breath and closed his eyes. Jack must have leaned closer because his breath puffed against the dip between his clavicles then his tongue licked a line toward his ear.
“I know being your Daddy lends itself to a specific kind of exchange.” Jack’s breath was an inferno against Callum’s ear. “But I’m an equal opportunity partner.”
“Daddy,” Callum tested the word, unsure if his throat still worked.
“Hmmn.” Jack pushed him against the couch and straddled him.
“Like, if you want things rougher.” Jack pushed against him, knocking the breath out of his chest. Callum forced his eyes open so he could see Jack, who was inches from his face now. “Or if you want to fight me.”
Callum’s cock hurt from how hard he’d been all day, from all the friction it’d been subjected to, either from the messy, damp sheets or Jack’s calloused palm, but it was hard again. Ready.
“What if I want to fuck you?” he managed to ask, licking Jack’s cheek.
Jack faltered, his eyes shifting away before refocusing.
“Does that make you nervous?” Callum pressed the issue, even as Jack had cleverly avoided it the day before.
“It makes me think I’ll make you work for it.” Jack kissed him gently, sweetly. “If that’s something you really want.”
Callum’s cock slapped against his bare torso in response.
“Well, then,” Jack said with a small chuckle. “We’ll table that for another day.”
“I know that’s not what you were expecting me to say,” Callum offered in way of apology.
“Everything you do is unexpected, kitten. I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Jack assured him.
“Did you want me to fight you?” Callum asked, his mind zeroed in on the two things Jack had suggested, which clearly led him to believe Jack was the one who was interested in stepping things up a notch.
