Page 11 of The Hookup Situation

Fuck, he’s addictive. I purr and kiss his jaw, then his neck, making my way down to his sculpted chest, and toned abdomen, his breaths hitching as I do, his stomach sinking in and his chest rising.

When I reach his pelvis I sink to my knees. He gasps as I nuzzle his cock, breathing him in and pressing kisses to his balls and shaft. One of his hands grips my hair and the other rests against the wall behind him as I take his balls into my mouth, sucking on them. “Holy shit,” he breathes. I lick a stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock. It jerks and I lick the precum that slides out, moaning as the taste of him hits my tongue.

“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on my hair tightening when I take him down my throat. I grip his shaft as I bob up and down on his thick cock, my dick achingly hard and straining against my zipper.

“Oh, Christ,” he almost wails when I slide my tongue into his slit and his thighs quake.

“Shit, please, fuck.” His body is damp with sweat when I gaze up at him. “You keep that up and I’m going to come again, and I really want your dick inside me when that happens.” I hum, then pop off of his dick and give it a quick kiss before I stand, taking it in my hand again and giving it a few firm strokes.

“Where do you want me?” His voice is gravel.

I press a kiss to his lips and feel his dick jerking in my hand. Fuck, yes. “On the bed, beautiful. Hands and knees.”

He hurries to obey and his eagerness is everything. My heart skips a beat when I see the gorgeous tattoos decorating his back. The one that I saw curling over his shoulders is a black tree that starts at the small of his back on the left side and curves upwards with smaller branches fanning out, sparsely decorated in black leaves and flowers. It’s so big it continues to the middle of hisneck and on each shoulder blade is a butterfly. One pink and one blue, each with the same colored ribbon in the center. If I’m not mistaken they are symbolizing cancer in some form. I want to ask him about it but I know better. I’m only here for tonight and no matter how mesmerizing I find him, I don’t do repeats, so there’s no point in getting to know him. I haven’t even given him my name or asked for his, because that’s the way I like it. His body is what I want. It’s just a transaction. And god, what a body. From his sculpted shoulders to his muscled back, he’s fucking perfection.

My gaze lowers, and damn, that ass. Tight and round, and just waiting to be filled. My dick gives a jolt at the knowledge that it will be buried inside it in a few short minutes.

“Are you coming?” he asks, looking over his shoulder, and I shake myself out of my stupor and strip as quickly as I can. I remove the rings on my right hand and set them on the nightstandbefore kneeling behind him on the bed.

“Why’d you take your rings off?” he asks, and I give a coy smile.

“You’ll find out, handsome.” Then I grip his hips and bury my nose in his ass crack, inhaling. My dick gives another jolt and I groan. God, yes.

“Fuck,” he gasps.

“Mmmm,” I hum, then press kisses to his ass cheeks before licking, nipping, and sucking on them.

“Oh, shit,” he cries out, and I have to tighten my grip on his hips to keep him still.

I move up his delectable body, pressing kisses along his spine until I reach his ear, and my rock hard cock is pressed against his crack. I nibble and suck on his ear, then purr, “You haven’t seen anything yet, gorgeous.” He trembles against me and I groan, then press more kisses down his spine.

When I reach his ass again I spread his cheeks with my hands, and my dick jerks at the sight of his gorgeous pucker, fluttering for me.

“Don’t…don’t we need a condom?” he asks, his breaths ragged.

“Not for this part, beautiful,” I say, then lean in and swipe my tongue along his hole.

“Shit!” he shouts, his body spasming and his hips bucking. “Fuck, do that again.” His hands are fisted in the sheets and he rocks back on me, begging for more.

I chuckle. “I don’t take orders, doll.” I press more kisses to his ass cheeks.

He groans. “Fuck, please. Please, I need more.”

“That’s better.”

I lower my face, spreading his cheeks once again, and slide my tongue along his pucker a second time, and he mewls. It’s fucking glorious. God, he tastes incredible. I get lost in him, sucking, licking, feasting on his ass. When I come up for air, saliva slides down my chin and drips on to his crack. Shit, that’s hot.

“Fuck, no,” he whines, wiggling his ass. “Please don’t stop.”

I chuckle again and wipe my mouth. “Don’t worry, gorgeous, we’re just getting started. Where’s your condoms and lube?”

“Bedside table.”

I crawl across the bed and open the drawer he gestured to. I see condoms, a rather large bottle of lube, a very big bright pink dildo, a fleshlight, and handcuffs. Interesting.

Grabbing the lube and a condom I make my way back to him. I’m not ready to be inside him just yet though, so I set the items aside. Then I bury my face in his ass once more, this time sliding my tongue along his taint and up to his hole. I repeat the gesture and he moans like a fucking whore.

Resting back on my heels, I admire the taut globes in front of me, gripping them in my hands, kneading them, petting them, before I raise my hand and bring it down on his right ass cheek with a thwack that resounds throughout the room. His ass glows a beautiful shade of red and he jolts, looking over his shoulder at me, eyes wide.

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