Page 17 of The Hookup Situation

“Do you have any idea how fucking pissed I am at you?” he snarls, his face inches from mine.

My eyes widen. “Me? What did I do? I haven’t even seen you for weeks.”

“You sent those fucking videos.”

I grin. “So you did watch them.”

He snarls again and steps closer. “You’re fucking driving me insane.” His hand grips my chin now and his leg slots between mine. I moan when his thigh rubs against my dick. I can’t help it. I rut against him, my hands pressed to the door behind me.

“I can’t fucking sleep because of you,” he says as he lets me use him. “I’m fucking up in rehearsal, I can’t concentrate in class.”

I moan and grip his hips, thrusting into him harder. “What are you gonna do about it?” I pant.

He growls and then slams his lips into mine, keeping his grip on my chin and moving his leg up and down, adding to the insane friction against my cock as he devours me. Oh, shit. He pushes his way inside my mouth and sucks on my tongue. I moan against him, letting him take what he wants. Fuck, I’m gonna come in my pants again if he doesn’t stop.

“You want my dick?” he asks, pulling away and moving his hand from my chin to grab my bandana, yanking it off and letting it fall to the floor before he grips my hair. He tugs and I whimper, then nod vehemently.

“Yes,” I gasp, remembering his rule about words. “Please.”

“Turn around then, and drop your pants, Captain Hook.”

I do as he says, my cock already leaking obscene amounts of precum. I unbutton my pants and shove them down, along with my boxer briefs. They don’t go all the way to the floor because of my boots, but it’ll have to do.

He kneels and I feel him spreading my cheeks with his hands, my cock jerking and my hole fluttering in anticipation. Fuck, yes, I’ve missed this. I jut my ass out and he pinches my right cheek.

“Ow!” I cry, jerking, and he chuckles. “Why?”

“I told you I don’t take orders, doll. Not even nonverbal ones. Ask for what you want.”

Fuck, why does that turn me on so much? “I want the butt stuff,” I say. “All of it. The licking, the spanking, the biting. Everything.”

He hums and nips at my cheek, then licks, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock, making me moan. Shit. “You liked that, huh?” he says, his voice thick and raspy. I shiver and have to try really hard not to shove my ass back into his face again.

“Yes,” I admit. And then fucking howl when his tongue slides over my taint and along my hole. I’m desperate to spread my legs wider but I can’t, though it doesn’t seem to be hindering him much. That tiny tongue ring feels incredible with every damp swipe, and his saliva drips down my ass and along my thighs. He rests his tongue against my pucker and flicks it repeatedly and I cry out. “Nnnnggg, fuck.”

Then his tongue spears into me and I keen, arching my back as I shake, then I’m fisting my hands on the door and biting my lip, panting, desperately trying to hold back the undignified noises that are breaking free.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarls. “I want to hear every goddamn sound that comes out of your mouth. Understand?”

Oh, shit. My cock jerks at that and I nod. He slaps my ass, hard. Fuck. “Yes,” I gasp. “Christ, yes.”

“You have lube and a condom?”

I nod. “Right pants pocket.”

He digs around before pulling my wallet out and grabbing the necessary items. Then I’m trying once again not to shove my ass into his face while he slicks up his fingers with lube andstands. My hole flutters wildly as he runs his finger along it, circling it, driving me insane.

“Shit,” I breathe as my body trembles and my cock jerks, dripping precum onto the floor. I let out a relieved moan as his finger slides inside me. “God, yes.”

His finger moves as he reaches around and presses his hand to my abdomen, his lips brushing against my ear and his nose nuzzling my neck. I growl in frustration that I still can’t spread my legs wider, and he chuckles, his warm breath ghosting over my ear. It smells of cider and vanilla, and I can feel his erection against my ass.

“More. Please,” I beg. He pulls out, and a second later two fingers are pushing inside me as he grips my hip now with his other hand. He scissors his fingers, stretching me, preparing me for his gorgeous cock, and my hole spasms at the knowledge that he’ll be inside me soon, filling me, fucking me.

I cry out when his finger nudges my prostate, and I can’t help it, I rock back into him. “Again,” I whimper. “Please.”

“God, you’re so fucking greedy,” he growls. “Aren’t you? One taste and your ass just can’t get enough.”

I start to nod and then catch myself. “Yes.” I shove my ass back more and his finger nudges my sweet spot again, making me wail. I’ve never been this vocal during sex, but holy hell, everything he does feels incredible. The way he moves inside me, against me, the way he takes control, the fucking filthy mouth. It’s everything.

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