Just for the weekend, he reminded himself as he teased Callahan’s entrance, dipping one finger into him up to the knuckle.
Callahan came off the bed with a gasp, his eyes heavy and hooded. Jace pushed his finger a little harder, his knuckle testing the stretch of Callahan’s rim, then he pulled out and pressed back in.
“Please stay still,” he begged, trying to hold the barest sliver of control over the situation.
“Jace,” Callahan rasped, his hands coming around Jace’s waist, his grip trembling. Jace could feel it, so he added a second finger.
Callahan’s eyes rolled back and his chin quivered.“Jace,” he begged, “please kiss me.”
Just for the weekend, he told himself, then bent lower and sealed their mouths together. The kiss wasn’t anything remarkable, at least, not any less than the kisses they’d shared before, but it turned Callahan feral. His legs parted, falling open at the knees and the muscles wrapped around Jace’s fingers clenched.
He swirled his tongue around Callahan’s mouth, tasting a myriad of flavors he couldn’t identify, all of them mingled with the taste of champagne in his own. Callahan bucked against him, his hips raising off the bed and circling in time with the pumps of Jace’s wrist. He spread his fingers apart, adding a third that had Callahan writhing beneath him, his eyes screwed shut and his expression pulled taut.
“Is this how you like it?” Jace asked, pulling their mouths apart just enough to ask the question.
Callahan managed a shaky nod, his lashes fluttering and revealing the tiniest slits of his eyes.
“It’s been a long time,” Callahan admitted.
Just for the weekend, Jace told himself one more time, then he leaned back and ripped open the condom. He rolled it down his length and added more lube, fucking the loose grip of his fist while he got himself together.
Callahan looked…he looked like everything Jace had imagined he would. In every fantasy he’d had, in every daydream he’d allowed, this was what he’d seen. Callahan beneath him, his body all the same shade of pale gold, a well-trimmed nest of hair around the base of his cock and the thinnest happy trail Jace had ever seen.
He circled his other hand around Callahan’s cock. It was average length, but so thick Jace’s fingers barely came together around the girth of it. He swallowed, having not bottomed in years and wondering what it would feel like to have his ass torn apart by a piece of flesh as hot and hard as this.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Jace asked, dragging the latex covered tip of his cock down the tightly puckered strip of skin behind Callahan’s balls. “You want me to fuck you?”
“God, yes,” Callahan panted, spreading his legs wider. He gripped his thighs and held himself open, his feet planted firmly on the bed. He looked up at Jace with a dangerously indecipherable expression.
He tightened his hold on both their cocks, then released Callahan’s. It slapped angrily against his stomach, a thin string of precum connecting his dick to his belly.
“Roll over.” Jace pushed the outside of Callahan’s thigh, desperate for anything besides eye contact.
Thankfully, Callahan didn’t complain or whine. He flipped onto all fours and then arched his back, pushing out his ass in the most sinful and wanton display of desperation that Jace had ever seen.
“Why the change of heart?” he asked under his breath, tracing his cock around the shiny and lube-slicked entrance to Callahan’s ass.
“What?” Callahan rested his cheek against the pillow, staring back at Jace with one eye.
“Nothing,” he said quickly. “Never mind. Grab the headboard and hold on.”
He lined himself up and eased in. The head of his dick popped through the resistant first ring of muscle, and his length followed easily, sliding in until Callahan’s ass pressed against him.
A deep and unrestrained moan ripped out of his throat and he doubled over, his fingers digging deep into Callahan’s waist. Callahan’s body was slick and hot and pliant in all the ways Jace loved. Jace knew he could fuck Callahan so hard he’d forget how many zeros existed in his bank account. He could drive him so wild that Callahan would forget what it was like to look at someone like they were lesser. And he wanted to… but how dangerous.
He pressed his forehead against Callahan’s spine and waited until he’d caught his breath, hoping the reprieve would be enough to get these new and unwanted thoughts out of his head. His hips jerked, pushing his cock in and out of Callahan with short and shallow thrusts. Callahan adjusted his position, resting his chest against the bed and stretching his arms out on either side of him. His fingers splayed apart, then tangled in the crisp, white hotel sheets.
Jace wanted to photograph it for posterity.
“You can move now,” Callahan said, clenching himself around Jace’s erection. “Like, really move.”
He cleared his throat. “I know. I know.”
Jace had made a terrible mistake.There was no way once would ever be enough.
Chapter Fifteen
Callahan Wakes Up Alone
