Page 38 of The Hookup Situation

“Yes,” I breathe. He grips my hair again and leans in, whispering in my ear as his dick brushes against mine, making me gasp.

“Then get in the fucking shower.”

My underwear are on the bathroom floor in a heartbeat and Jackson follows me as I step inside the shower and turn on the water. It’s cold at first but I barely notice as we make out, me plastered against the tile wall and Jackson devouring me. My cock is twitching and leaking as he tongue fucks my mouth, drawing out all my needy moans and whimpers. God, his kisses are addictive. Everything about him is addictive.

He’s moaning into my mouth when I take our cocks in my hand and stroke them. Oh, fuck, yes. He presses even closer into me and tilts my head back, shoving his tongue even further down my throat. God, how have we never had shower sex before? The feel of the water raining down on us and his slick wet skin against mine is everything.

We make out and frot until we’re both on the edge of coming, and then he steps back and bats at my hand. I move it and he sinks to his knees.

“Holy fucking shit.” It’s even better than my fantasy. The sight of him, that smooth pale skin, raven hair plastered to his head, sapphire eyes locked with mine, all that jewelry glimmering, the rings decorating his fingers that are wrapped around my cock, it’s all so fucking perfect.

He smirks at me and then leans in and presses a kiss to the head of my very hard dick. Shit, why is that so hot? My breathing is heavier as he presses kiss after kiss along my shaft, working his way down, my cock twitching each and every time, precum leaking out as I grip his hair and try to keep from nutting right here and now.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” I mumble. “Shit, Jax.”

He reaches my balls and nuzzles them and I whimper. Then he’s working his way back up my shaft, lavishing me in more soft kisses until I’m fucking ready to scream.

“Jax,” I moan. “Please.” I see the smile that curves his lips as he presses one more kiss to the tip of my cock, my precum glistening on his lips. He darts his tongue out and licks it and I have to grab my cock to keep from coming.

He peels my hand away from my shaft and licks a stripe up my cock, before taking me down his throat in one swift movement.

“Shit!” I cry out, fisting my hand in his hair again as he deepthroats me. My body is trembling as he bobs up and down on my shaft, that warm, wet mouth driving me insane. He pulls back, popping off before sliding his tongue in my slit and making me cry out. “Oh, fuck!”

Then he’s taking me deep again and moaning around my cock like it’s the best fucking thing he’s ever had in his mouth, and I fucking lose it. “Jax!” I yell, and shoot down his throat, my dick spasming as my release fills his mouth.

He takes everything I give him and then pops off me, standing and slotting his mouth with mine, feeding me my owncum. I whimper as I taste myself on him. I just came, but my ass is thrumming, aching to be filled, to be used. I want his wicked hands on me. I want to be hard all over again because of his touch.

“Spank me,” I beg. “Please, Jax. I need it.”

He growls and grips my chin in his hand, kissing me harder. My dick is rallying back to life already when he pulls away. “You remember your safeword?”

“Yes.”

“Turn around, beautiful.”

I hurry to obey, jutting my ass out for him. It takes him a second, and when his hand smooths over my ass cheek, before gripping and squeezing, I realize it’s because he removed his rings. Somehow that makes me want him more because I know that even though he’s horny and desperate, he’s taking care of me, just like he always does.

A shiver races down my spine when his lips brush my naked skin. He plants kisses on my upper back as he kneads my ass cheek in one hand, the other hand gripping my hip, his slender cock pressed against my ass crack. God, that’s good.

“Oh, shit, Jax,” I murmur, my hands flat against the tiled wall as he tortures me, pleasures me, wrecks me.

He hums as he kisses down my back, moving his hand from my hip and gripping both ass cheeks in his hands, a growl leaving his lips as he sinks to his knees once again. Fuck, yes.

“Beg me,” he rasps.

“Fuck,” I whine. I’m so incredibly desperate that tears start to fill my eyes. “I need you,” I whimper. “Fuck, Jax, please, I need your mouth on my hole. I want you to eat me out and then spank me until I’m coming for you again. I want it so bad.”

He snarls and then bites at my ass cheeks. “You beg so good for me, gorgeous.” More bites and licks. “So fucking desperate.”More kisses. “Want me to wreck you, doll?” He sucks and nibbles and I squirm, shaking, tears sliding down my cheeks.

“Yes,” I say. I’m practically sobbing when he spreads my cheeks and slides his tongue over my pucker. “God, yes. More.”

He pulls back and bites me hard. I yelp. “Please?” I say, and he hums, then buries his face in my ass again, licking, nibbling, and sucking until I’m a shaking, whining mess.

“Jax,” I gasp, and he stops, standing and plastering himself to my back, his dick pressed against me as he murmurs in my ear.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry, beautiful.” Then he’s stepping back and a second later my ass is stinging from the impact of his hand on me. It’s so fucking good I’m sobbing and my dick is so hard it hurts. He keeps going, every swat driving me closer and closer to that perfect bliss.

“Come for me,” he orders just before his hand lands on me for the tenth time. My body shudders as my cock pulses, untouched, and I spray my release all over the shower wall. Then he’s plastered against me again, his arm wrapped around me as he uses me to get himself off. He slides his hard, wet, dick against my ass crack, thrusting faster and faster, his fingers digging into my hip and my torso.

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