Page 117 of Worth the Wait

“None of that now,” Jack warned, pulling Callum up off the couch and spinning him through the room, dropping his chest down onto the large window seat that overlooked the back deck.

Callum’s knees hit the thick carpeted floor with a thud and he didn’t even have time to think about fighting back before Jack’s fingers pushed into his already lube-slicked hole. He arched up with a gasp and Jack’s arm wrapped around his chest, hoisting him higher.

“Who is in charge here?” he grunted, scissoring his fingers apart before pushing in a third.

“You are,” Callum panted, his cock leaking against his leg.

Jack’s fingers were gone, but he was quickly filled, Jack’s thick cock stretching him open with ease.

“Who am I?” Jack bit out, sinking his teeth into the lobe of Callum’s ear.

“Daddy,” he whispered. “You’re my Daddy, fuck.”

Jack pulled out and slammed back in, pistoning in and of Callum with a rarely used speed and intensity.

“Fuck is right,” Jack grunted, fucking him so vigorously his knees left the floor with every jerk of Jack’s hips against his ass.

“I need to…” Callum trailed off, his body covered in a cold sweat that raised a different kind of gooseflesh over his exposed skin. He felt like a rubber band, pulled back tight and ready to snap. He grinded his ass back against Jack in desperation.

“Come, then,” Jack told him, grazing his teeth across Callum’s bare shoulder. He loosened the scarf from around Callum’s wrists and freed his hands. Callum promptly pulled his gloves off and reached for his cock.

He stroked himself with a long pull and a longer groan that made Jack’s cock thicken inside of him. Jack pressed his face against the floral patterned fabric of the window seat and readjusted himself to a new angle, effectively dropping his cock into Callum’s ass with every pump.

“Catch it,” Jack ordered him just before his orgasm crested, exploding out of his cock with a hot fury. He cupped the head of his dick, catching his release in his palm.

Jack pulled out and flipped him around, laying him out across the floor before burying himself back inside. He arranged Callum’s thighs under his shoulder and bucked into Callum a handful of times before shouting out his release.

The hot heat of Jack’s cum coated the inside of his channel and he could feel the warmth settle against his muscles. He raised his cum-soaked hand between them and lapped at his fingers, licking his orgasm from the folds of his skin. Jack leaned down with a moan and sealed his mouth around one of Callum’s fingers, battling their tongues together for the thick drops of his release.

Callum could taste the desire in Jack’s mouth and he moved his hand, spearing his fingers through Jack’s hair and holding his face steady while they kissed.

“I love you,” he panted when Jack finally pulled away for a breath.

Callum spun on the carpet like a starfish so he could look out the sliding glass door. It was snowing again, a layer of white already settled around the edges of their forgotten cocoa mugs.

Jack stripped out of the rest of his clothes, pulling Callum’s socks and boots off as well before he lay on the floor and pulled Callum close. The only sound in the room was that of their labored breathing, which slowly quieted and eased into whispered breaths against each other’s skin.

Callum turned so he was facing Jack, a lopsided smile on his face.

“There’s too many snowflakes to count,” he said, dropping a delicate kiss against Jack’s lips.

“I know,” Jack admitted, returning the kiss.

“It’s beautiful,” Callum considered, looking over his shoulder at the fresh snowfall. He looked back and found Jack’s stare enamored and absolute, and one-hundred percent focused on him.

“I know.”

The end.