Page 18 of Worth the Wait

Callum’s cock thickened between his legs, and he nodded. Jack was watching him intently, eyes focused on his face.

“Well,” Callum whispered. “How do you want me, Daddy?”

“Slide the laptop down the bed and lay flat on your back. That’s how I’m going to take you for the first time.”

“I hate when you say things like that,” Callum grumbled, arranging himself as requested.

“Why?”

“Because it’s never going to happen,” Callum blurted, admitting his deepest fear at the most inopportune time. His feelings for Jack had developed swiftly over the past weeks and he strongly regretted the online only disclaimer he’d put in his profile.

“Callum.”

“Never mind, it’s fine,” he lamented with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Did you want to meet in person?”

“I wouldn’t be against it,” Callum mumbled.

“It’s hard for me to get time off with work right now,” Jack said softly.

“I can get time off.”

“But I’d be working all the time, and if we ever meet, I have plans for you.”

“I love and hate when you say shit like that.” Callum held the dildo in his hand and traced the vein with the tip of his finger. “I want to lick this vein so fucking bad.”

Jack looked hesitant about the abrupt change in subject, but spoke, “Show Daddy what you’d do.”

Callum leaned up so Jack could see his face on the camera and licked the length of the toy with the flat of his tongue before hollowing his mouth out around the tip and angling it down his throat like he was a sword swallower.

“Holy fuck,” Jack said with a groan as Callum’s lips sealed around the rough silicone base of the toy.

Callum pulled it out of his mouth, a trail of spit dribbling down his chin.

“Put some of that lube on your fingers and tease your hole,” Jack instructed.

Callum did, rubbing the slippery pads of his fingers against his ass, the lube already feeling cool and tingly against his nerves.

“Push them inside.”

Callum did, the cool sensation turning warm, setting his muscles on fire with a teasingly decadent pain. He gasped and pushed in to the knuckles.

“How does it feel?” Jack asked him, his own cock in hand on the screen now.

“Electric,” Callum rasped.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers, kitten. Rub up on your prostate for Daddy and let me hear those beautiful moans you make.”

Callum pushed his fingers deeper, angling for the soft bundle of nerves deep inside of him. His middle finger connected, sending a shockwave through his body. He bucked off the bed and moaned, his voice a raspy and low sounding purr.

“Good boy,” Jack affirmed. “Now lube up my cock and put it inside you.”

How long had Callum longed to hear those words in his ear? Had it only been two months since he’d started talking with Jack? Two months of desperate fantasizing and early morning jack off chats, and those words were as sweet as honey to his ears. He closed his eyes and fisted the dildo in his hand, slicking it with the special lube.

“The first time I fuck you, it’ll be nice and slow. Put my cock inside of you just like that.”

Callum notched the tip of the toy against his ass and pushed the flared tip against his tight muscles. He teased himself when he was met with resistance, but stopped when he heard a disapproving sound come from the computer.