Page 49 of Tone Deaf
A hint of jealousy blooms in my chest—not because he tasted Callum, but because of the truthful taunt Pen is dangling in front of me. I’ve been yearning to be inside Callum again. To taste his flavor on my tongue—share him with the only other man in my life.
But if Pen wants to play that way, I’m game. I don’t give Pen time to react as I launch myself at him, gripping the back of his neck and slamming my mouth over his. I go all in with tongue and teeth, biting his lips.
He grunts before opening up wider for me and I shove my tongue farther into his mouth. If I could, I’d dip deeper down his throat and try to taste what’s left of Callum’s essence.
“Fuck… Dom,” Pen croons as my left hand tightens around the back of his neck and I draw his body tight to mine.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. Unbutton your pants and drop them,” I order. Pen quickly does my bidding, while I do the same.
I spin Pen around, grip his hair at the nape and push him forward until he’s bent over the sofa. I follow him down, brushing my aching dick against his smooth ass. I hiss in pleasure. “Now, while I fuck you, you’re going to stay quiet. Not a sound, will come out of your mouth. Hear me?”
Pen nods in eager understanding. He loves when I get rough with him, taking him hard with only the heavy slick of precum from my uncut cock. And lucky for him, I’m one of those men that makes a lot precum.
A light creak to my left tells me that Callum’s not sleeping. In fact, I suspect he’s watching us, which amps up my lust and the need to fuck Pen fast and deep so I can get both men off at the same time.
Pen softly groans, drawing my attention back to him. “I told you to keep quiet.” I slap his ass hard, leaving a handprint for him to admire later, and then grind my dick against his crease.
He pushes his ass against me as his breathing hitches. He’s desperate for more contact and I’m going to give it to him.
“Spit,” I command, putting my hand to Pen’s mouth. He sucks on my fingers first before he spits on them.
I move my hand to his pucker and rub his saliva around as I jerk my cock until precum dribbles from the tip. I remove my hand and put my thick mushroom head to his hole and thoroughly coat his entrance.
Then I grip his shoulder with one hand and use my other to guide my tip in until I push past the first ring of muscle. I pause, taking a breath, and I feel Pen’s body relaxing under my touch.
After giving him a second or two more to adjust, I slowly and carefully glide my steely pole inside his tight heat until my balls are plastered to his ass.
Pen turns his head, meeting my eyes with hungry passion. He bites his lower lip and closes his eyes, a silent plea for me to move. His silent request instantly heats up my already explosive need to drive in deep and come inside Pen.
My leisurely thrusts are gone, replaced with powerful thrusts at a frantic pace.
“Fuck, baby—yes,” I utter as I move to grip his shoulders with both hands, never losing my rhythm. Over and over, I plow into his ass until I feel the sensation of need in my balls.
A soft groan to my left has me smiling wide. Callum is also getting off as he’s watching us. I imagine him with his pants down around his thighs while he slides his beautiful cock through his tight fist. That image of him amps up my explosive desire and I begin to piston harder and faster in and out of Pen’s hole.
The feel of Pen’s ass tightening around my cock brings me to the edge. The demand to drive even harder inside him wins. There’s no time for more rough play. No time to make this fucking last longer. With Callum watching us like a voyeur, and Pen bent over for me, I grit my teeth tight and shoot my load inside him.
My ears catch Callum’s soft hiss and with Pen’s muffled whimper, I know they are coming too.
I eventually hunch forward, leaning heavily on Pen’s slumped over form.
“So good,” Pen utters under his breath. “Now get off me before I fall over.”
I straighten and see Pen’s cum sliding down the back of the sofa. Thank Christ, the sofa is leather. It’ll be easy to clean up, or Tobias—no, Danny will tear into us for soiling his favorite piece of furniture.
I slap Pen’s ass once more and say, “Let’s clean up and go to bed. Tomorrow, we’ll talk.”
I grab paper towels and a spray cleaner while Pen rolls his eyes before heading to the bathroom. I watch him disappear inside, but in my periphery, I catch sight of the door to Callum’s room silently closing. Damn, I was hoping to see his face. To see the flushed, just-come expression in his eyes.
His action proves that Callum is ours. And no amount of denial from him is going to make me think otherwise. And I’m going to tell him so, tomorrow.
I rake my fingers through my hair in frustration. In a perfect world, expressing my feelings should come easy. But it’s not—it’s the complete opposite of easy for me. However, Ihaveto try, since Callum and Pen are the two most important people in my life.
After Pen leaves the bathroom, I head in. I pull my phone from my jeans pocket and the movement wakes it up. On my lock screen is a notification of a missed call.
Jesus, I was so caught up with being inside Pen that I didn’t hear my phone ring.
When I open the app and listen to the message that was left, shock rolls through me at the familiar voice. It’s Gregory Joust, my old boss from the U.S. Marshals office.