Page 22 of The Hookup Situation

His breaths are ragged, his words stuttered. I lift my head and my heart almost stops when I see tears filling his eyes and sliding down his cheeks. Holy shit. He’s shaking, and his dick is oozing precum as he strokes it. He hasn’t stopped this entire time.

Fuck, he’s perfect.

“Please,” he breathes. “Please, I need you. Wanna be inside you so bad. Please, Tinkerbell.”

I can’t stop the shiver that races down my spine hearing his words. Hearing him beg for me. I lean forward and rid him of his hat. Then I grip his hair, drawing another delicious moan out of him. I kiss him, and he doesn’t touch me, just keeps stroking himself. He whimpers into my mouth and I delve deeper, tasting him, savoring him.

“Please,” he whispers when I pull away, tear tracks on his cheeks, skin flushed. “Need your ass.”

I don’t bother taking the time to stretch myself. I know what I can handle and I like the burn. I kiss him once more. “I’m coming, beautiful,” I tell him, my heart pounding.

He whimpers but keeps stroking himself as I grab the condom and tear it open.

“Stop,” I say, and he lets out a grateful sigh that’s nearly a sob, releasing his engorged length.

I slide the condom onto him and slick him up with lube, before spreading some over and around my hole. Then I’m straddling his hips. I move the string of my panties out of the way, before I lower myself onto his cock, letting his head press against my pucker. It twitches, eager to get inside, asking, begging, for entrance.

“Shit, you’re evil,” Preston gasps, both hands above his head, gripping the headboard, muscles taut, abdomen sinking in. It’s sexy as fuck, seeing him like this.

I plant my hands on his torso, and fuck, he feels good. All that bare skin and toned muscle. He’s a fucking work of art.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful up there,” he pants, and shit, he can’t say things like that. I groan as I lower myself a bit more, and his cuffs rattle as he tugs on them. I can see his knuckles turning white with the effort it’s taking him to keep hold of the headboard and not touch me. And it makes my cock jerk, more precum sliding out and filling my panties. “Shit, that’s good. Holy fuck, you’re squeezing the life out of my cock and it’s amazing. Fucking hell.”

I can’t help chuckling as I raise myself a bit and slide back down. It burns, but I welcome the sensation. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groans. “Do it again.” I raise an eyebrow. “Please,” he adds, and I rise up, coming almost all the way off, before sliding back down, letting him sink deeper and deeper until I’m impaled on his length. I groan and then let out a breath. Holy hell, this feels good. I’m breathing heavily and my body is trembling. So is Preston’s.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he says, then growls, jerking on his cuffs again. “Goddamn it.”

I lean forward with a wicked smirk on my face. Then I comb my fingers through that wild blond hair, gripping it, beforepressing my lips to his. He opens for me immediately and I take what I want while he squirms underneath me, bucking his hips, desperate to move inside me. Being able to touch him, use him, in whatever way I want is intoxicating.

“Jesus,” he rasps when I pull away. His lips are swollen and puffy and his dick jerks inside me, making me groan.

I kiss and lick down his chest, flicking his nipple before I lower my mouth and suck, and he bucks up into me, his dick pushing against my prostate this time, making me shake and moan around his hardened nub. I suck and lick and bite his pec and he undulates, pressing himself further into me each time and setting my nerve endings on fire. I move to the other nipple, and start to slide up and down on his dick as I repeat the motions.

“Jesus, fuck,” he gasps. He throws his head back and moves inside me faster, harder, gyrating. “Fuck, Jax, that’s so good.” I release his nipple, and his gaze meets mine, and then falls to my chest, and he whimpers. “Please.”

I groan and move my body so that my pierced nipple is now in line with his mouth, and his tongue darts out, swiping over it, sending a shiver down my spine. He licks and moans, flicking his tongue and making me shake with pleasure. Then he takes the end of the barbell between his teeth and tugs. My cock jerks as precum leaks onto his abdomen and I gasp as he thrusts up into me, his hands still gripping the headboard. A groan leaves me when he sucks the entire barbell and hardened nub into his mouth. Why is that so damn hot, watching him feast on my nipple while he’s bound, knowing he can only have what I give him? My balls draw up as his tongue slides around my piercing, and he moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Fuck, I’m so close. I pull back and rest my hands on his chest again, chasing my release as he stares at me, lips swollen and spit slick, eyes dark.

“Oh, god,” I cry out, my orgasm barreling up on me. I grip his hips and lean back as Preston shoves inside me again and again and I rise and fall on his dick, my panties soaked in my precum.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. “I want to touch you so damn bad right now.”

I fucking lose it at his words and cry out, throwing my head back, my release spilling inside my g-string.

“Fuck!” Preston shouts, and then his body stiffens and his back arches as he shoots inside me. Holy hell. My panties are soaked in my cum and some of it has seeped through and gotten on his abdomen.

I lean down and lick it up, before slotting my mouth with his. I kiss him thoroughly and he moans as I feed him my jizz. His cock gives a twitch inside me and I kiss him a while longer before I slide off of him and undo the handcuffs. I would leave straight away but I’m winded and I need a minute. He takes the condom off and ties it before dropping it in the trash.

He grins widely at me as I lie beside him in my cum soaked panties. He doesn’t seem in any hurry to clean himself off either.

“You can borrow some of my underwear if you want.”

“Thanks, but I’ll just go commando,” I tell him. His eyes flare at that.

“That was amazing,” he says.

“You’re okay? It wasn’t too much?”

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