Page 51 of The Hookup Situation

His hands rest on my chest now, as I grip his hips, and I open my eyes as he sinks a little lower, then pulls up, letting me come almost all the way out, before he slides back down, and holy hell, it’s just as good the second time.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he cries, those hot as hell tear tracks staining his cheeks, his skin flushed and sweat-slick, lips red and swollen from our kisses. He looks like utter sin, and I fucking love it. “I’m not gonna last long, Jax.”

“Me either, beautiful,” I assure him.

He pushes up one more time, before he sinks all the way down, sheathing me inside his beautiful body. Fuck this is incredible. I grip his hips and close my eyes, taking a deep breath in and out so I don’t come right fucking now.

“Do I feel good?” he taunts, and I chuckle, but even that sends a bolt of pleasure racing to my balls.

“Fuck, yes. Too damn good.” I open my eyes and stare into his. He’s no longer crying, but his pupils are huge and darker than normal, and his dick is straining, looking so fuckingdelicious as it leaks onto my belly. He leans over and licks along my right nipple, then sucks on it for a heartbeat before moving to the pierced nipple, licking it before taking it into his mouth, moaning around it and making me gasp, my dick jerking inside him. “Move,” I tell him, my voice commanding and rough.

He does, releasing me before raising and lowering on my dick, his moans of pleasure getting louder and louder as he picks up his pace, moving faster and faster. His eyes close and his mouth parts as he fucks himself on me. God, that’s hot. All that beautiful golden skin on display, those hard nipples, that mouth watering dick bobbing up and down, slapping him in the belly as he bounces on my cock. “You look so damn good on top of me,” I growl, before I start to thrust up into him.

“That’s it, baby.” I don’t know what it is about that hat, but him wearing it and only it, while he rides me is so damn sexy.

“Fuck,” he whines. “I need to come. You feel so good, Jax.”

“Come for me, beautiful. Show me what I do to you.” He cries out my name as he howls his release for the second time that night, his ass spasming around my dick as his spunk covers my chest. That’s all it takes for me to come, too, and I cry out his name as I unload inside him.

He collapses on top of me, and my arms come around him this time. His hat is falling off again so I remove it and toss it on the floor before I find myself running my fingers through his sweaty hair, and he pants against me.

“That was incredible,” he breathes. “Fuck, Jax, I can’t remember the last time I came three times in less than an hour.”

I chuckle and press a kiss to his hair. It smells like sweat, and peaches, and I love it.

His chest rises and falls against mine, and I stroke my finger down his spine, making him squirm and laugh. What I should be doing is leaving. The sex is over and that’s what I came here for,right? But instead I find myself saying, “Tell me about the rest of your tattoos.”

He lifts his head and looks at me. “Stay,” he says, and I swallow, my chest tightening. “Please. We can clean off and get back in bed, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” He strokes my cheek. “Just please stay.”

Even though I know better, I find myself nodding, and when his eyes light up and a smile splits his face, I can’t help smiling, too. He kisses me and then raises up a bit so that I can slide out of him.

We head to the bathroom and rinse off in the shower, then move back to his room where he slides on some clean boxer briefs and pajama pants, and I put my lacy black panties back on since they’re spunk free.

“You want some pants?” he asks, “or a shirt?”

“I’ll take a shirt,” I tell him.

“No pants?”

I saunter over to where he’s standing and kiss him. “If I do that you don’t get to enjoy me in my panties, and I thought I remembered you complaining about not being able to do that?”

He shivers and says, “I wasn’t complaining. I was just stating a fact.”

“Oh, well, then by all means I’ll take pants.”

He pouts and I laugh. “Just give me the shirt, you panty slut.”

He grins and reaches in his dresser drawer, tossing me a plain white T-shirt that I slip into. It’s a bit big but it works, and it smells like him which I tell myself I do not love, nor do I love the idea of wearing his clothes to bed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can’t help grinning, because, yeah, I look good in his shirt and just my panties.

“You’re hot as hell, now get in bed,” he says, and I look at him, eyebrow raised.

He gives me a sheepish grin. “Please?”

I smirk and make my way over to the side he’s not already lying down on. He stares at me while I slide off the rest of my rings and take out my earrings, setting them on the nightstand. The nose ring and the tongue ring stay in.

I haven’t stayed overnight at another guy’s place in a long time and I told myself I wouldn’t do it again, but here I am. Just like all the other rules I broke for Preston, I’m breaking this one, too.

“You okay?” he asks, since I’m just standing there, staring at the bed. “You really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

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