Page 49 of The Hookup Situation

We start watchingMoulin Rougeand my phone buzzes around midnight. I grab it so quickly that I see Lucy giving me a look out of the corner of my eye.

She asks me something, but I don’t know what. I’m too busy staring at the photo on my screen and trying not to drool. Preston is naked, except for his socks and purple ball cap, backwards, of course, and he’s sitting with one hand behind his head and the other gripping his erection, one knee bent, and the other straight, peering back at the camera with those big blue eyes that turn my brain into goo and my dick into steel.

Ken doll: Ready when you are

Me: On my way

Ken doll: Hurry. Need you so bad, Tinkerbell

Shit, my dick jerks at that and I want to slap that tight ass over and over until he’s screaming my name.

I jump off the couch.

“Hey, where are you going?” Lucy calls after me.

“Sorry, uh, emergency. Gotta go,” I stammer as I slide my coat and shoes on. “See you Friday!”

I don’t wait for her reply before I dart out the door.

When I get to Preston’s, I knock, and he answers before I’ve even pulled my hand back. We don’t speak at all, just lunge for each other. I have my hands on his face and my lips on his as I shove him up against the wall and he moans, gripping me back and letting me suck on his tongue.

“Jesus, Jax,” he gasps, pulling away and staring at me, pupils blown wide.

“Shut up,” I growl. “I haven’t had my hands on you in almost a week and I’m gonna take what I want. Understand?”

He nods, and I slam my lips against his again.

“Mmm.” He ruts against me and I let out something between a gasp and a growl at the feel of his very hard cock against mine. I press into him even more, our bodies flush as I shove my tongue even further down his throat.

He’s whimpering now as we move against each other, his hands on my hips as I taste him.

“Shit, Jax,” he gasps, pulling away. “I’m gonna…”

“I want you to come, baby,” I tell him. “So fucking shut up and kiss me.” This kiss is brutal, more biting and sucking than actual kissing, and I find myself unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out, because I know I’m gonna come and I don’t want to do it in my panties. He’s wearing his socks, hat, and bathrobe again and I pull the robe aside so that our naked dicks are touching. He’s making so many incredible noises that I feel my balls drawing up as I keep devouring his mouth.

I grip his face in my hands, his still tight on my hips, and thrust against him as I kiss him fiercely, letting our leaking cocks glide against each other, and moaning into his mouth at how fucking good it feels to be close to him again. God, yes. We’re trembling against each other, so fucking desperate.

He’s making those sweet as sin noises that tell me he’s close, and I shove my tongue down his throat again, sucking on his tongue at the same time that I lower my hand and tweak his rock hard nipple, and he moans, his body shaking even more until he’s tensing and his dick spasms against mine as he releases. I groan as his cum coats my dick, and then I take both our dicks in hand, slathering us in his spunk before I jerk us in tandem. His dick is still rock hard.

“Oh, shit,” he murmurs.

“I want another orgasm out of you,” I pant. “You’re gonna come for me again, beautiful. Got it?”

He nods and his dick jerks in my hand. Fuck, yes.

“Now kiss me until I’m coming,” I command, and he does. Our tongues tangle as I stroke us, his release the perfect lube. It feels so damn good on my cock. I’m howling my own release seconds later, throwing my head back as my dick pulses rope after rope of my seed onto my hand and both of our cocks. He’s not far behind me, shouting my name as he orgasms for a second time. Then I’m collapsing into him and his strong arms come around me as he rests against the wall.

“Shit, that was hot,” he says. “Please tell me we’re not done.”

“Not even close.” I pull back a little and look at him. Jesus, why do I love those eyes so much? And that grin? And why does that stupid purple hat do something for me? It’s askew now, from him being against the wall, and I take a second to straighten it before pressing another kiss to his lips.

“Bedroom.”

He grins and takes my hand, pulling me down the hall. Once we’re in his room I strip as quickly as I can and sit on the bed, my back against the headboard. He lets his robe fall to the floor, letting me rake my eyes over that gorgeous body, those delectable tattoos on display, his cock already fully erect again.

“You like what you see?” he asks with a grin, parroting my words from a while back.

“Get over here,” is my response. “Now.”

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