Page 64 of The Hookup Mix-up

“I’m passionate about you too.” He sets his laptop aside, and though I know exactly what he’s doing, that he’s purposefully changing the subject, I let him. “How about I play around with my finger in your hole before we get up? Does that work for you?”

My eyes roll back at just the thought. Everything about the way I feel about him is…more. Like there’s an amplifier attached to me, and it gets cranked up when there is anything Perry related. “Yes, please.”

He leans in and presses his lips to mine. “Such a good puppy.”

“Hold that thought.” I run to the bathroom because I don’t have a lot of experience with anyone doing much to my ass, so I clean up real quick to make sure I’m nice and fresh.

Perry is stroking himself when I get back to his room, and I can’t help but stand there, enjoying the view—studying the veins in his arm when he tightens his grip, the way his eyes stay firmly on me, the definition of his abs. He’s fucking incredible.

“Come’ere,” he says, voice husky, and I go.

He sits up on the edge of the bed, holding my hips as I stand between his spread thighs. He tugs off the shorts I wore to the bathroom.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Perry leans forward and kisses the head of my dick. It immediately flexes. “My first boyfriend is so hot.”

Perry sucks me, making me hiss at the hot, wet pull of his mouth. He teases me for just a moment before pulling off.

“Not as hot as mine,” I tell him.

He nods toward the bed, and we lie on our sides, facing each other. Perry grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers, then hooks my leg over his thigh, opening me up.

He kisses me, and I melt into it as his tongue pushes past my lips. His hand goes between my ass cheeks while he’s kissing me like he’s starving for me, and then his finger teases my hole. He rubs it, circles it. I hitch my leg higher, my pleasure receptors throwing a damn rave inside me as I silently ask for more.

“You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?” he asks, forehead against mine, and he pushes his finger past my rim. And…it’s weird…uncomfortable, like something is going the wrong way, but then Perry’s mouth comes down on mine again, tongue making a home inside me, finger sliding in and out, and…oh…that’s nice. This is better.

Perry slowly works himself in deeper, teasing and playing until his finger rubs against a spot that makes a lightning storm go off inside me. My body bows toward him, sharp and snappy. “Oh fuck!”

“Meet your prostate. Man’s best friend.”

He licks at my lips, then takes them with his again, teasing me with strokes of his finger, every now and then rubbing my prostate and nearly shooting me to the moon.

“Can I try adding another one?” he asks, peppering my throat with kisses. My whole body feels alive in strange ways. Like I’m all sensation and tingling, cock throbbing and leaking.

“Yes, please.”

“God, you’re great. So fucking responsive.”

He leans over me and adds more lube. When he pulls out, I feel open, empty.

“Put it back in,” I beg.

“I’m getting there.”

My chin is trembling, but I don’t know why. It doesn’t make any sense. I feel more pressure at my ass when Perry works on getting two fingers inside me.

I’m panting into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, and I arch toward him, rut against him, needing friction on my aching prick.

Perry knows just what I need, meeting me as we pump our hips against each other, him fucking me with two fingers and owning my mouth.

It’s everything, but then he rubs his fingers against my prostate again, pressing and rubbing without letting up, and my whole world shatters. My orgasm rips out of me, balls drawn up, cum shooting to fill up the space between us.

“Jesus…every orgasm with you is better than the last,” I say breathlessly.

“I aim to please.”

We fall asleep together, a cummy mess.

It’s like torture when I have to leave Perry to go home later. He has plans with Ty before work, and though he says he can cancel, I don’t let him. It’s important for him to spend time with his brother. He’s already going to lose work hours and will have to change his schedule next week when he’s coming home with me for a night. I still can’t believe I asked him that, but I want him to meet my people. I want him to know my family, even if I don’t tell them who he is to me. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. I’m going to judge the situation when we get there.

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