Page 10 of The Hookup Situation

I let go of his shirt and step back a fraction. “You need to be one hundred percent on board or this won’t work for me.”

“I am,” he says urgently. “I just…I have to tell you something before we go any further.”

“Shit, do you have an STI?” I say, and his eyes widen.

“No, no, I swear.”

I relax and wait for him to keep going. His dick is hard and I know he was enjoying himself, so I don’t know what he could possibly have to say that needs said right fucking now.

He runs a hand over his face, his cheeks flushed. “You said you like honesty, and I need to be honest with you. I uh…” he blows out a breath. “I’ve been watching you for a while.” I raise an eyebrow. “Shit that sounds really bad,” he murmurs, more to himself, as he runs his hand through his hair. “I mean, I’ve seen you around campus a few times and I… I thought you were really hot, I guess. I don’t know, you just intrigued me, and it got me wondering if maybe I’m attracted to guys, so I’ve been experimenting to figure it out, and I got on Grindr to find someone who could help me out in the hopes that when I finally had the guts to talk to you I would know what the hell I was doing, and now here you are, and I’m…shit I feel so fucking embarassed and really creepy. But I swear to god I wasn’t following you, I just saw you and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And I am going to stop talking now and if you want to walk out of here I will totally understand. And I swear I won’t ever talk to you again.”

I stare at him for a second trying to understand what he just told me. “You thought I was hot?” He nods. “And you did all of this, the Grindr stuff, the toys, the porn, just to be able to talk to me and get me in bed with you?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so.” He bites his lip, hands in his pockets.

I can’t help it. I grin. “That’s pretty hot.”

He blinks. “What? Really? You don’t think that’s totally creepy?”

I shrug. “There’s a fine line between creepy and sexy, doll. Just be thankful that I find it the latter. And,” I step close to him again and grip his hair, making him whimper, “I do like honesty, so you get even more sexy points for that.” I slot my lips over his and he grunts, gripping my hips and moaning so deliciouslywhen I slide my tongue in his mouth that it makes my cock throb.

I back him against the wall and close the space between us, my body trembling with need and desire, my dick brushing against his through our pants and sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my balls.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps, pulling away. His pupils are blown wide and his skin is flushed, my hand still gripping his hair. God, he looks good. “Damn, you’re a good kisser.”

He brings my lips back to his and we grind against each other as we continue to make out. My cock is leaking like crazy in my black satin panties and I want this gorgeous man underneath me right fucking now.

He grunts against my mouth, then tries to pull away again, but I grip the back of his neck and hold him in place, kissing him harder. If I’m reading him right he’s about to come in his pants and I am all for it. Knowing I turn him on that much is exhilarating and I can’t get enough. “Do it,” I growl in his ear.

He groans, and then whimpers, and I feel his body tensing, before his dick spasms against mine. Holy shit. He came hard, and it’s almost enough to make me shoot my load, too, but I don’t.

“Shit,” he moans, his head falling back against the wall, hand over his face, cheeks flushed.

“That was hot as hell, gorgeous,” I tell him, looking down to see that his pants are wet with his release. He chuckles.

“Fuck, I haven’t come in my pants since middle school.”

“You want to be done?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Not unless you do.”

“Can you get hard for me again?”

He nods. “God, yes.”

“Strip then, handsome,” I tell him.

He does, and I get the immense pleasure of watching him. First ridding himself of his shirt and tossing it aside, giving me the opportunity to ogle his toned chest and six pack. I also see the tips of what looks like another tattoo curving over his shoulders from the back. On his left upper arm is a gorgeous phoenix with its orange and red wings spread in flight and its long tail reaching down to the bend of his elbow. Underneath it on his forearm is a heart wrapped in angel wings, and stunning red and black roses decorate the inside of his forearm. On his left arm is a red and black dragon that starts at his wrist and coils around his elbow, ending with its head on his bicep. And on the inside of that wrist is a sunflower with a volleyball in its center.

When I tear my gaze away from his tattoos I realize he’s naked, and waiting for me to tell him what to do. I groan and grip my very hard cock as I take him in. He’s half hard again already. His dick is thick and long, though not quite as long as mine, and he’s uncut, just like me. His dick gets even harder as I stare at it. He grips it and starts to stroke himself. His spunk is still coating his cock from his first orgasm, and it’s sexy as fuck, watching him use it as lube. I love the idea of him jerking off in front of me, but that’s not really why I’m here. He wants me to fuck him.

I step closer and move his hand away from his cock, taking it into mine. He moans and his cock gives a jerk. Fuck, I could get high off of how his body responds to my touch. He feels amazing in my hand, and it only takes a few strokes before he’s fully erect once again, leaking onto my palm.

“How does it feel to have another guy stroking this gorgeous dick, beautiful?” I ask him, and he moans.

“Fucking incredible.”

I move my hand from his shaft and lick his spunk from my palm, his eyes widening as I do, before I grip the back of his neck and slide my tongue in his mouth, letting him taste himselfon me. His whole body shudders and he moans into my mouth making my cock throb.

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