Page 38 of The Hookup Mix-up

“Are you laughing at me in my sleep?”

“No. I’m laughing at me.”

“Okay. That makes more sense.” He opens his other eye and gives me more of a grin.

“I’m not sure if I like that answer.”

“What? All I’m saying is you’re way funnier than me.”

I’ll pretend that’s what he meant because the answer really doesn’t bother me and it’s not what’s important right now. “I have Perry wood. I want to do something about it, but I want to get you off too.”

His eyes pop wider. “Wait. Did you just say Perry wood?”

“Now you know why I was laughing! But I don’t have time for that right now. I want to explore.” I lean closer, pausing to make sure he’s okay with me kissing him. I don’t want to make assumptions. Perry nods, and I close the distance. The first thing I notice is the contrast between his soft lips and the prickly hairs on his face. It’s a good mix.

I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. Perry tugs me on top of him, and let’s be real, I don’t put up a fight. His hand goes to the back of my head, fingers tangling in the strands of my hair while we kiss, and I rut against him.

“Mmm. I feel Perry wood,” I say against his lips, and earn a laugh that I kiss. His skin is hot, his dick feeling just as eager as mine. “I want to get you off the way you did with us last night.”

Perry puts his hands behind his head, lying beneath me. “I’m all yours, Puppy. Do whatever you want with me.”

A zing of excitement shoots down my spine. My body’s humming, the sex I have with him already feeling better than any sex I’ve had before. Probably because we’re such good friends. Perry never makes me feel bad for being a goofball.

I let my lips trail down his neck, his chest. I kiss his left nipple, then let my tongue sneak out and flick his right one. Perry hisses.

“Do you like that? Do guys like that? No one has played with my nipples before.”

“I suppose we’re like everyone else. Some of us do, some don’t. We’ll give it a try with you later, but yes, I like it.”

My confidence soars. I want to do more of what Perry likes, want to make him feel as good as he made me feel last night—hell, as good as he’s made me feel since the first moment I met him.

I lash his nipple again, suck it, nibble it—one, then the other. My fingers twitch, my brain urging me to reach down and grab his cock. I’ve jerked myself off more times than I can count, probably more times than someone my age should have already jerked off, to be honest. I like playing with my dick, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to love playing with Perry’s too.

“I’m going to touch your cock,” I say against his pec.

He chuckles. “I would appreciate that greatly.”

“This is new for me. I think I’m doing pretty good.”

“Very good,” he counters as my fingers dance down his torso.

I wrap my hand around his hot, hard flesh, and…well, it feels like a dick. Soft skin over a stiff shaft. He’s a little thicker than me, but other than that…it’s a cock. A cock attached to Perry…whom I really like.

“No freak-out?”

“No freak-out.” I pull my hand up his length, then down again. It’s dry, though I can feel a bit of precum. I grab the lube sitting on his nightstand and squeeze some into my hand.

My mouth finds his again, tongue slipping inside while I stroke him. Perry’s hips move, meeting my body and making my dick rub up against his furry thigh.

Shockwaves of pleasure spark inside me. The muscles in his leg feel so good on my erection, his cock so, so, so good in my hand. He wraps an arm around me, reaching down to grab my ass. Perry squeezes while I stroke him, kiss him, and fuck my dick against his body. It’s all too much. I mean, not too much, the right amount of much, but I also know I’m going to come quickly again.

The second my orgasm hits me, making my body jerk and my balls unleash on his skin, Perry groans and arches toward me, fucking into my hand, his dick twitching as he shoots his release all over himself and my hand.

“That was awesome,” I say with my cheek against his pec.

“It was.”

“Pfft.”

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