Page 53 of The Hookup Situation

I stroke my fingers through his hair. I love how wild it is in the mornings. “If you don’t have plans I’d love for you to come home with me. It’s about a two hour drive to Fort Collins.” I wonder if he’s going home or not, because I get the feeling he’s not close to his parents, and I hate the idea of him being here alone. Besides that, the thought of being apart from him for a whole week makes my chest ache. I’d miss him like crazy.

He stares at me for a second.

“I should tell you though, I told my mom about seeing you in the coffee shop, and being curious. I’ve been pretty vague on the phone, so theoretically she doesn’t know that I’ve fucked you or that you’re the one I’d be bringing home if you decide to come, but they’re not dumb, so…”

“So they’ll probably know anyway,” he finishes for me. I nod. He bites his lip. “I uh…I don’t know.”

“Think about it,” I say, and kiss him again. “Shower with me?”

He nods and we climb out of bed. After showering I feed him eggs, bacon and coffee, and then he heads home so he can change before his classes start.

We don’t see each other that night, and the following evening is the party at Parker and Rory’s, but we’ve got a few hours between our last classes and then, so Jackson tells me he’ll come over beforehand and then leave so he can get ready and we’ll show up at the party separately.

I’m so fucking ready to go home for break and see my family, and Mom has promised to wait for me so I can be there to help with the tree. I want to see them so badly. I want to eat amazing food and sit around the fireplace with hot cocoa and pick on Paris. I want to hear Dad laugh and smell Mom’s cookies in the oven. I’m still hoping Jackson will decide to come with me. He hasn’t said anything yet and I leave tomorrow morning. I kinda sprung it on him at the last minute, but in my defense I was distracted by amazing sex.

Speaking of which, I’m currently sitting on my bed naked, my hands cuffed behind me as Jackson kneels between my splayed thighs and presses kisses to my engorged cock. I’m so fucking hard and he’s torturing me, the evil bastard. I’ve been leaking for the past ten minutes as he kisses and licks and sucks on just the head, drawing out my pleasure and making me whine like a fucking whore.

I gasp as he circles my head with his tongue, then shudder when he slides the tip of his tongue into my slit. “Oh fuck.” I want to touch him so badly but I can’t. All I can do is sit here and take what he gives me, gasping and moaning.

“You sound so good when you’re desperate for me,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to my jaw and neck, sucking on the skin there. I find myself tilting my head back to grant him access, and he sucks harder, making my dick jerk.

“Mmmm, yes,” he rumbles, then glides a single finger up and down my shaft as he continues to press kisses to my neck, nibbling and sucking. He collects some of my precum and spreads it along my lips before he leans in and licks it off, and I whimper. “Love watching you fall apart for me, doll. How does it feel knowing you can’t come unless I make you?” More torturous kisses to my neck. “Knowing you can’t touch yourself. Only I can. I control your pleasure.”

Oh, shit, how am I getting harder and harder hearing him say those things, my dick leaking like a sieve. I might be able to come just from the fucking filth pouring out of his mouth. “I love it,” I admit, in almost a wail, tears filling my eyes. “God, I love it, Jax.”

“I know you do, beautiful,” he says, then sucks and nibbles on my ear as he grips my dick in his hand and strokes me.

“Ahhh,” I cry out at the sensation, my dick so sensitive now, so ready to come. He grips my hair in his other hand and presses his lips to mine as he strokes me. My moans get louder and more and more desperate as my balls draw up.

His grip on my hair tightens. I know what he wants. He loves when I come with his tongue down my throat, whimpering and moaning into his mouth, and I give it to him, my cock pulsing and spraying my release all over his hand.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, then uses my spunk as lube to jerk himself off. It’s so damn hot, and a second later he’s howling his release as his cum covers my chest and abdomen. Thenhe releases me from the handcuffs and sits in my lap, and we make out for a while before we clean off with the wipes in the nightstand. Then I’m falling onto my back and taking him with me, holding him close.

When I wake it’s to Jackson’s cry of “Oh, shit!” His warm body leaves mine and I groan, opening my eyes. “Get up,” he says, as he searches the floor for his clothes. He sounds frantic, and pissed. “The party started twenty minutes ago. We’re late.”

“Crap,” I say and hustle out of bed, grabbing my own clothes. We dress as quickly as we can and then dart out the door and to our cars.

But when we get down to the parking lot, Jackson’s car is buried under a mountain of snow along with several other cars in the lot, and the snow is still coming down. Mine is safe since it’s in the car port.

“Shit,” he curses, stomping his foot and running his fingers through his hair.

“What are you doing?” I ask, when he pulls out his phone.

“Trying to get an uber.”

“That might be a challenge with all the snow. They’re probably slammed.”

He taps on his phone and then curses again before he shoves it back in his pocket.

“Look, it’s no big deal. You can ride with me,” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “Better to just not go. It’ll make it easier all around. We won’t have to worry about how we’re behaving around each other.”

“What? No, that’s silly. Both of us staying behind won’t do any good, and you deserve to go. It won’t be a big deal if we show up together. There’ll be so many people there, they probably won’t even notice, or care. And you told Rory you would be there.”

He sighs. “Fine.”

He’s fidgety the entire way there, his leg bouncing up and down as he stares out the window. When we arrive I turn to him. “You want me to wait here for a bit while you go up?”

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