Page 18 of The Hookup Situation

“Love the sounds you make,” he rasps. “Moaning like a bitch for me.”

Oh, shit, my cock jerks at that and I whimper as more precum slides out.

He scissors his fingers inside me and then nudges my prostate again as I shove back against him, whimpering. “Shit, please.”

“Please what?” he asks, his voice filled with arousal that skates down my spine and makes me gasp.

“Spank me,” I beg. “Please fucking spank me. I want it so bad.” My entire body is trembling with the need and desire for him to fucking own me, make me submit, make me his.

He growls and bites my ear, tugging and rubbing up against me in those tiny speedos, his fingers moving and nudging my sweet spot a couple more times, causing even more undignified noises to pour out of me. Then his fingers are sliding out of me and his hand lands hard on my ass cheek. His dick is pressed against my hip as his hand comes down on my ass again and again.

“Fuck, yes,” I cry, the sting thrilling me and making my cock throb and ooze precum each and every time. I’m so fucking hard it hurts. “Don’t stop.”

“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he snarls, then reaches up with his other hand and grabs my chin again, turning me to face him. “Fucking kiss me,” he demands, and holy hell, I like that. My cock spasms as our mouths meet and he slaps my ass two more times.

I moan and whimper into his mouth, feeling my climax barreling up on me as his finger slides inside me and he pegs my prostate again and again, his hips thrusting against me once more. He lets out a deep guttural groan and I feel his cock pulsing as he comes. Holy fuck. It’s enough to make my own orgasm crash into me and I wail as my cock shoots spurt after spurt of cum onto the door.

I’m a panting, gasping mess, my chest heaving as I shake with the aftershocks of my release. “Holy hell.” I grin and turn to him. “Guess we didn’t need the condom.”

He smirks and stares down at his cum filled speedo. “Fuck.”

I chuckle. “I think it looks good.”

He actually blushes and it’s the sexiest thing in the world.

“You ever bottom?” I ask, my hands and arms resting on the door as I look at him. “Or do you like being in charge too much?”

He gives me a wicked smirk. “Oh, I bottom, doll. But I’m always in charge.”

Oh. Shit that sounds hot. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again,” I tell him.

“I can’t,” he says, like it’s a fucking law he’s breaking or something. What is it with not fucking the same dude twice? If the sex is good, why wouldn’t you want to do it all the time?

“You’re telling me this isn’t the best fucking sex you’ve ever had?” I ask him, wiping the jizz off my dick with some toilet paper and then washing my hands off in the sink before pulling my pants and underwear back up. I grab some more toilet paper and clean the door off as best as I can. “Why waste time on all those other guys when we can just keep doing what we’re doing? We’re both enjoying it, right?”

Silence.

“Give me your number,” I say, after tossing the mess into the trash can. He narrows his eyes at me. “Please?”

“I don’t do that.”

“You don’t fuck the same guy twice either.” I grin.

He bites his lip, and that alone makes me want him to fuck me all over again.

“Only friends and family have my number.”

“I’m a friend.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Preston. Preston Wright. There, now we know each other.”

He shakes his head but there’s a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he cleans himself off. I can’t help taking a peek at his dick. It’s nice to look at, covered in his jizz. Especially knowing that I’m the reason why.

“Why should I give you my number when we can communicate through Grindr?”

Hope stirs in me because he’s not dismissing me completely. “I can do that if you want. But if we’re gonna keep hooking up, trading numbers makes sense, right?”

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