Page 26 of The Hookup Situation

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I slide my shoe back on and slowly make my way out of my seat, acting as casual as I can with a raging hard on in a public space, very thankful that the jersey I’m wearing covers my crotch, and make my way over to him.

Before I reach him someone grabs my arm and yanks me into an aisle. Then Jackson’s lips are on mine and he’s shoving me back against the book stack, kissing me fiercely. I grunt as he devours me, letting him in the second his tongue slides along my lower lip. God, yes. He reaches down and grips my cock throughmy jeans and I let out a very undignified squeak, then moan, thrusting into his hand.

“I thought you were in the back corner,” I gasp, when he finally lets me up for air. Shit, my body is thrumming with need, my dick aching, goosebumps breaking out across my skin.

“I got impatient.” He’s on me again, his tongue delving down my throat as he presses up against me. The feel of his cock against mine is driving me wild.

“Take your dick out,” he orders as he unbuttons his jeans. I catch sight of his bright orange lace panties and almost swallow my tongue as my dick jerks.

“Holy shit,” I breathe. “Please be wearing those tonight.”

He glares at me and I realize I have not done as he asked. It’s his own fault for distracting me though.

“Right,” I say, and undo my pants, shoving them down to my thighs, along with my briefs which have a rather large wet spot on them. He steps closer, his own gorgeous cock out now.

“We could get in a lot of trouble for this if we get caught.”

He ignores me, sticking his palm in front of my face. “Lick.” I do a few times, and when his hand is covered in my saliva he grips both of our cocks.

“Nnnnngg,” I groan, gripping his hips. “Holy shit.”

He starts to stroke us in tandem. “Can you be quiet?” he murmurs, his forehead pressed to mine, our bodies as close as they can be while he works us in his fist, our precum mingling together, mixing so that it’s coating both of our cocks now as he uses it as lube. Jesus, that’s hot. His cock feels fucking amazing pressed against mine, the friction insane.

“Unlikely,” I admit, my breaths picking up, nipples hard, and heart racing.

“Try,” he says, then strokes us faster, and I know I won’t last long, or be able to come without making noise.

“Shit,” I gasp, gripping him harder as my balls draw up. “Jax.”

“Kiss me,” he says, and I do, my release barreling up on me the instant his lips meet mine. I’m whimpering into his mouth as my dick releases spurt after spurt of cum all over his hand and cock, and when his dick pulses against mine seconds later, a second spurt of cum shoots out to join the first.

We hear voices and footsteps moving in our direction as we’re coming down from the highs of our orgasms.

“Shit,” we say together, stuffing our very messy selves back into our underwear and pulling our pants up.

Jackson takes my hand and pulls me with him before anyone sees us. We stop when we’re far enough away, standing at the end of one of the rows, resting our heads back, laughing softly and grinning like idiots.

Hours later he has me up against my bedroom wall, my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock buried deep inside me as he fucks me into oblivion. I’d grabbed his face the second he walked through the door earlier tonight and kissed him desperately, then begged him to spank me, and he hadn’t stopped until I had tears sliding down my cheeks, my ass thrumming deliciously and my cock painfully hard. I got even harder when he spun me around, gripped my thighs, and hauled me up, pressing me against the wall. He’s stronger than he looks, and him manhandling me is seriously hot.

“Oh, shit,” I moan as he thrusts into me again and again, pegging my prostate, my dick pressed against his abdomen as he moves, giving my cock the perfect friction. I can’t stop rutting against him as he thrusts inside me, my body alive with want, and need, and all consuming pleasure.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he rasps. “Use me. Make yourself feel good.”

“Jax,” I whine, gripping his neck with one hand and his hair with the other, my skin flushed and sweat slick, chasing my release. I tilt my head back so it’s resting on the wall, eyes closed as I grind against him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He growls and thrusts harder. “Look at you,” he snarls. “So fucking hard for me. So goddamn desperate.”

I groan.

“You want it all, don’t you, beautiful? My hands on you, my cock buried inside you, filling you up. You’re such a fucking whore for me, aren’t you, gorgeous?”

“Shit, yes,” I gasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. So good.”

I hear him snarling and then his mouth is on my nipple and he’s sucking hard as his body tenses and his cock pulses inside me. I cry out, clinging to him as his cum fills the condom inside me, my ass clenching around him and my dick shooting my release all over his chest.

Fuck, that was intense. We rest our foreheads together as we catch our breath, and then our lips meet and we kiss for several seconds before he slides out of me and steps back, setting me back on the floor. God, my legs feel like jello and my ass is aching, but it feels so damn good.

He looks amazing covered in my cum. I want more than anything for him to stay, let me hold him, press kisses to his heated skin as we drift to sleep in each other’s arms. I want to wake up next to him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But I know he won’t stay. Even when he looks at me in a way that tells me he wants more, he won’t let himself have it, and I wish I knew why.

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