Page 45 of Tone Deaf
My men—and I can say it clearly now because theyaremine.
“Pen,” I say with fervent need. I reach out my hand, needing the contact.
He laces his fingers with mine and climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. “Is this okay—am I hurting you?”
I shake my head. “No. I like it when you’re on top of me.”
He leans over, our cocks—separated by only his jock—rub together as he links his other hand into mine. “Now I have you, Callum Fitz. What should I do with you?”
“Love me.” The words slip out of my mouth so easily that it doesn’t dawn on me until Pen’s eyes widen in surprise just what I said. “I-I mean—I would love?—”
Pen slams his mouth onto mine as his body molds to me as though we’re one.
His weight, the heat of his body and our intense kiss… and I’m done waiting. “Pen.” Uttering his name is enough of a push.
Pen slowly makes his way down my body, licking, kissing and nipping along my tender flesh until he’s at my erect dick.
“Hmm. I’ve been dying to taste you again.” Without a moment’s hesitation, he takes me into his mouth and sucks my tip.
I groan from the pleasure of that simple action. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“I won’t baby.” And then he sucks the tip back in before licking up and down my length. He grips the base of my cock and swallows me down the back of his throat.
I nearly let out a shout of desire, but I clamp my teeth tight and ride the wave of pleasure until I’m about to come. Then Pen does the unthinkable. He pops off of me and says, “Don’t come yet.”
“What the fuck,” I groan out in dismay.
“I promise you’ll love this,” he explains before he spits onto his fingers and presses one tip against my asshole. “Mmm. So tight.”
A soft hiss leaves my lips as that single digit breaches my hole. Then he adds a second, and a pleasured pain courses through my lower half, but I need more. I shift my legs slightly wider apart and start moving my hips, getting the friction my body is craving.
“So fucking eager,” Pen says as he presses a third finger inside me. “How does this feel?”
“Yes.” I stretch my neck back, as his three fingers slide inside my body and have me riding the edge. “Fuck—yes—don’t stop.”
Pen chuckles, then drops his head and sucks my cock with hard, greedy pulls. I lose it right then and come like a geyser down his throat.
Not once does he pull his fingers from my body. “You taste like sunshine.”
I bust out laughing, covering my eyes with my arm. “Pen.” Not sure what else to say to his goofy praise.
“What? You do,” he defends as he finally pulls his fingers out of my ass and lays down next to me.
“Okay,” I say, and slowly turn to face him.
His smile is radiant and for the first time in a while, he looks happy. Then I realize that he’s that way because of me.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, touching my still bruised cheek.
I lean into his touch, but keep my eyes locked with his. “I wish I could bottle this moment up so I can pull it out later when I have a shitty day.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you afraid of with us, Callum?” That question startles me. Pen or Dom had never asked me why I fear this connection with them. Or why I’m so hesitant to form a relationship. But maybe this is the time to fess up to my trepidation. If I can’t tell Pen—who is the most genuine and honest person I know, then who can I explain my fears to?
“Brian,” I say softly, because I don’t want his name to taint the moment.