Page 20 of The Hookup Situation

When the door opens, Rory is standing there in a cropped T-shirt, sweats, and slippers, and his hair is a tousled mess. Yeah, he’s definitely getting frisky with his roommate.

“Where’s Parker?” I ask, walking into the apartment.

“Out,” Rory tells me, but he has a huge grin on his freckled face and he’s blushing like crazy.

Lucy and I exchange glances when Rory turns to shut the door.

We gather in the living room and turn onThe Greatest Showman. I don’t hear from Preston the entire time, and I’m checking my phone constantly to make sure I haven’t missed anything from him. I’m wondering if anything is actually going to happen tonight, but about thirty minutes into our next movie my phone buzzes. When I look at it there’s a photo and a caption.

Curious2002: Come and get me, Tinkerbell.

He’s lying on his stomach naked, giving me the perfect view of his gorgeous, tight ass. I don’t know why, but the fact that he’s still wearing his socks and purple ball cap backwards is insanely hot.

Theaterslut: On my way

“Hey, guys,” I tell Rory and Lucy, getting to my feet. “I gotta go. Something came up.”

They both look confused.

“At midnight?” Rory says.

“Everything okay?” Lucy asks.

“Yeah, fine. I’ll see you later.” I plant kisses on both their cheeks before grabbing my keys and wallet and heading out the door. It takes about fifteen minutes for me to get to my apartment and change panties, and then I’m on my way to his place. I can’t get the image of that ass out of my head, though I plan to do things a little differently tonight than the last two times we hooked up.

I hear the little voice in my head telling me I’m being stupid. That I know better than to let this continue. I’ve broken my rules before and it’s come back to bite me, hard. Why don’t I ever learn from my mistakes?

But I tell myself it’s fine that I’m fucking him again because we’re still keeping it casual. I’m not going to dinner. We’re not sharing our life stories. We’re having sex. Incredible, mind-blowing, earth shattering, amazing sex, and then I’m leaving. Simple as that. If we both enjoy getting off together there’s no harm in it, right? Like he said, why waste time on other guys when we’re so good together?

I knock on the door and it swings open almost instantly, startling me a bit.

“Hey,” Preston greets me, a wide smile on his face. God, he looks good. Ridiculous, but still sexy as hell somehow. He’s still got his ball cap on backwards, and his socks, but he’s wearing a bathrobe as well. It’s red and black checkered and honestly it looks super comfortable. “Come in.”

I step inside and he shuts the door.

“You want anything to drink, or…?”

I shake my head. “No, thanks. We going to the bedroom again?” I’m already chastising myself for being here at all. The last thing I need is to get all buddy buddy with him over drinks.

“Okay, yeah, sure.” He leads me to his room and shuts the door.

“Your roommate home?” I ask, and he shakes his head, watching me as I strip out of my coat first, tossing it on the desk chair, then my top, doing the same with it, before I shimmy out of my skinny jeans. I can’t help the sense of pride that rushes through me when his eyes go wide and he stares at me in my sheer black g-string.

“Holy hell,” he murmurs, stepping closer to me. I hold up a hand and he halts. I can see his thick cock tenting in his bathrobe and I step into his space, untying his robe and letting it slide off of his shoulders and onto the floor.

“Look but don’t touch,” I tell him, gripping his cock and stroking. I take hold of his chin and slot our mouths together, sucking on his tongue, and he whimpers into my mouth, his dick jerking in my hand. I take his bottom lip in my teeth and tug, then swipe my tongue along it before pulling away.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes lidded and his face flushed. I give him a few more slow pulls until he’s good and hard and leaking precum. Then I take the hat off his head and turn it around before putting it back on.

“On the bed, gorgeous,” I order, and he hurries to obey as I saunter over to the nightstand. “On your back,” I add when I see him climbing on the bed on his hands and knees. He raises an eyebrow at me but doesn’t say anything, just does as I ask, making my cock twitch. Fuck, I love his obedience.

“Touch yourself until I get there,” I say, then open the drawer and pull out a condom, lube, and the handcuffs I saw the first night we fucked. They’re black and fluffy and not at all what I would have pictured for a jock to have in his tool kit, but hey, the bright pink dildo was a surprise too. There’s not much about this man that doesn’t surprise me. Like his willingness to jump headfirst into all of this.

“Oh, shit,” he groans and I turn to see him propped up in bed, stroking himself slowly, his cock oozing precum onto his abdomen. His breaths are heavy and ragged and he’s staring at me.

I smirk. “Like what you see, doll?”

“Hell, yeah,” he rasps, and my dick gives another jolt in my g-string, making him groan. There’s a prominent wet spot forming on them and I am suddenly very eager to get this started. His cock looks fucking devine and I want it inside me.

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