Page 60 of The Hookup Situation

So Preston agrees and Paris paints his nails a bright blue color, and decorates the ring finger on each hand with volleyballs. It honestly looks super cool when he’s finished, and Paris is beaming even more at how impressed Preston is with it.

“Boys!” We hear Phil calling from downstairs. “Time for Star Trek!”

“Ooh, yes,” Paris cheers and we make our way downstairs. Pam immediately wants to see Paris’s eyeshadow and our nails and she “oohs” and “awws” over all of it, saying how pretty and talented her boys are.

Phil is equally impressed and pats Paris’s leg from his spot in his chair. “You’re getting better and better at that, bud. Proud of you.”

Paris plonks himself down on one of the sofas next to Pam and Preston and I take the other couch. I would sit closer to him but we’re technically just friends here, so I resist and we leave space in the middle. He tosses me a blanket and I curl up under it as the show starts. I’m not a huge fan ofStar Trek,but I’ve seen some episodes, and I honestly don’t care what we do while I’m here because I’m just happy to be a part of it, whatever it is.

As soon as I’ve got the blanket on my lap, Ginger rises from her dog bed by the fire and slowly makes her way over to me. She runs into the coffee table once but other than that she manages. When she reaches me she sits at my feet with her tail wagging, panting. I reach down and pet her and she stands, moving closer.

“She wants to sit on your lap,” Preston tells me. “You don’t have to let her though.” He reaches down to scratch her back.

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine,” I say, surprised. “How do I… do I pick her up, or?”

“I can do that part,” Preston says, and scoops her furry little body into his hands, setting her down on my lap, where she sniffs my face, her tail wagging even more, and then licks my chin.

“Ginger, no,” Pam scolds, but I laugh as Ginger turns in a circle and lies down on top of me. I start to pet her, and find how soft she is and how relaxing it feels to have her there with me, snoring peacefully. I’ve never had a dog sleep on my lap before.

I do have to move her when the show is over though, so I can pee.

“There’s somewhere I want to take you tomorrow,” Preston says as we lie in bed that night, facing each other. “In the morning though, we’re going sledding, so get ready, California boy.”

I laugh. “Can’t wait.”

“Can I kiss you goodnight?”

I nod and he moves a bit closer, resting his hand on my cheek, before he presses his lips to mine. The kiss is soft and tender, and it makes goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

“Goodnight, Tinkerbell,” he whispers against my lips, before we drift to sleep.

FIFTEEN

JACKSON

The following morning I wake to Preston’s arm around me and his dick pressed against my ass.

“Mmmm,” he hums as I shove my ass back against his hard on. “Don’t tease me. I’m so fucking horny.”

I chuckle and roll over. His eyes aren’t even open before I’m kissing him languidly and sliding my hand down his pajama pants at the same time. He gives me one of those sexy as fuck whimpers as soon as my hand comes in contact with his length, his precum already leaking onto my hand, and his neediness goes straight to my cock. I’m hard in seconds as I stroke him and he whimpers and whines into my mouth, thrusting into my hand as he kisses me back.

He moans and then he’s sliding his hand inside my panties and stroking me fast and hard.

There’s no words, just noises. Beautiful, sinful, amazing noises as we pleasure each other in the safety and comfort of his bed, all warm and sleep rumpled. His dick is hard and smooth except for the prominent vein running up the center. God, I lovethe feel of his cock in my hand, the weight familiar and fucking perfect. When his grip on my dick tightens and his kisses grow more intense, his whimpers becoming more desperate, I know he’s about to come. I stroke faster and harder and he does the same.

We both moan into each other’s mouths as our dicks pulse our releases, our cum soaking the other’s hand.

“Good morning,” Preston says with a chuckle and I laugh, still gripping him, him still gripping me.

“Morning,” I reply and we kiss again before we release each other.

“I have wipes in my bag,” he says, and climbs out of bed. He digs with his clean hand for a second and then tosses me the package. I use a couple to clean myself off and then so does he.

“You wanna shower first?” he asks.

I nod and head to the bathroom with a change of clothes. I shower quickly and dress, then head back into the bedroom to put my earrings in and my rings on. When Preston is done showering I return to the bathroom to apply my makeup, and he stands near the door, watching me.

“What?” I say, flushing a bit.

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