Page 72 of The Hookup Situation

“I’m so fucking sorry, Preston,” he says. “For how I treated you. For everything.”

I kiss him. “I just want to love you, Jackson. And I don’t want you to ever doubt my love. Please, if you’re ever afraid, talk to me. If you’re feeling insecure, talk to me. If you’re feeling unloved, talk to me. I don’t ever want you to think you aren’t everything to me. If I have to reassure you every single day forthe rest of our lives I will, because you’re worth it. Just don’t leave me, and don’t ghost me. Please.”

He nods. “I’m thinking about talking to someone after break. About everything. I think it’s gonna take some time for me to get my shit together, so if you don’t want to be with me right now, I’ll understand.”

I smile at him and squeeze his hand. “When I said I wasn’t going anywhere I meant it. You’re stuck with me, Tinkerbell. I think seeing someone is a great idea. And if you want I can even go with you. But I don’t need you to have all your shit together to be with you. And you know you’re not alone, right? Your parents might be shitty, but you have a lot of people in your life who care about you. I could tell how much your roommates care about you after only being there a few minutes, and Lucy and Rory; those two would burn the world down for you in a heartbeat.”

He smiles and gives a small chuckle. “Yeah, they would.”

We kiss then, for several moments, soft and slow, remembering each other, savoring each other, before I slide my tongue along his lower lip and he opens for me. He moans as I taste him, and then he’s tangling his tongue with mine and shoving me back as he climbs on top of me and straddles me, his gaze heated. Fuck, yeah.

“There’s my man,” I say, gripping his hips.

He slides his shirt off and then grips my chin in his hand and slots our lips together once again. This kiss is heated and fucking filthy and I moan as he devours me, my hips bucking, my dick hard and aching for his touch. He kisses me and ruts against me at the same time, my moans and whimpers getting louder and more desperate with each glide of his hips, each brush of his cock against mine.

“Fuck,” I gasp when he pulls away. “I missed you so fucking much.”

He swallows and I can tell he wants to say something but is struggling. “Did you… with anyone else?” I shake my head.

“No, no one. I couldn’t. I didn’t even jerk off.”

He bites his lip and his cheeks redden. “Really?”

I grin. “Yeah, really. Now fucking touch me before I lose my mind.”

“You’re sex deprived, so I’m gonna let that slide,” he says, as he leans over and kisses me again.

After a few more kisses he pulls back again and lifts my shirt. I raise up as far as I can and he slides it up and off, tossing it to the floor. We kiss again, and then pull back long enough to scramble out of the rest of our clothes, before he’s on top of me once more, that lithe, sexy, beautiful body finally back where it belongs. Fuck he feels so good and he’s not even inside me.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as we move against each other, our dicks sliding together as our tongues tangle. I grip his thighs as all of his glorious naked skin sends shockwaves of pleasure racing down my spine over and over. I can’t fucking get enough of him.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as my balls draw up. “Jax.”

“Me, too, baby,” he pants. He kisses me again and seconds later we’re both shouting our releases, our cocks pulsing against each other and spraying between us. He collapses on top of me, and I hold him, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat.

“Can you get hard again?” he asks a moment later, nibbling on my ear.

“Hell, yeah.” He lifts his head and kisses me again, then sits up and swipes his hand through our combined cum, before he takes me in his hand and strokes me. Holy fuck, that’s hot. I’m moaning and panting as I watch him, and my dick is getting harder and harder as he works me in his fist, and so is his.

“I want you to spank me,” I blurt, and he gives me that sexy smirk.

“You missed that, huh?” He doesn’t stop his ministrations and I’m talking through my grunts and groans of pleasure. I don't miss the way his eyes twinkle. He loves this.

“Fuck, yes, I missed it. I went almost four weeks without your hands on my ass and it’s going through withdrawal.”

He gives a sexy chuckle. “I’d love to spank you, doll, but it’s not exactly quiet.” My cock is hard as granite now and leaking obscenely.

I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t care if you wake up the entire fucking state, I want my spankings, Jackson Bardot.”

He raises an eyebrow at me and I grin. “Please?” He kisses me, and then slides off of me.

“Roll over.”

I do, shoving my very needy ass in the air and wiggling it. He laughs and then leans forward and presses his lips to my cheeks. Oh, fuck, that’s good. It’s not even especially erotic, it’s just him, his lips on my skin, soft and gentle. It makes me feel cherished and adored, and I love it.

A second later I see him setting his rings aside on the nightstand, and my hole flutters at the same time that my dick twitches in anticipation.

“I love you,” he tells me.

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