The Hookup Situation (Colorado Springs University #2)

Chapter 6

SIX

JACKSON

It’s three days later, and I’m getting out of play practice when my phone alerts me that I have a new message on Grindr .

My heart rate picks up when I see it’s from him. Curious2002 . Preston. I’ve been scolding myself since the Halloween party for not only not telling him we weren’t hooking up again, but fucking him in the goddamn bathroom and telling him my name, which I never do. More information means more connection, and I don’t need that. But goddamn him, I couldn’t tell him no. What is it about him that has me so flustered? So ready to throw my rules out the fucking window just because he grins at me or bats those baby blues? What is it about him that makes me want more? Makes me want to see that sexy smile or hear him tell me what he wants me to do to him?

I don’t know but it’s the same fucking reason I open his message and read.

Curious2002: Hey Tinkerbell, you free tonight? I’ve jerked off to thoughts of you for two nights now and I need the real thing. Attached is a dick pic and his cock is hard as granite and oozing precum.

Fuck, he pisses me off and turns me on all at the same time. My dick jerks as I stare at the picture and imagine him getting off to thoughts of me.

I tell myself not to respond, because I know no good will come of it. It can’t last. I’m just setting myself up for disappointment. No one picks me in the end.

“Look, you’re a great lay, but you’re not relationship material.”

“Fucking you is one thing, but I can’t bring you home.”

“Hey, honey, I know we said we’d try to be there but we’re not going to be able to make it. Work is crazy. We’ll try again next time. ”

But like I said before, I’m a masochist, and I’ve never been a good listener either, so I reply, and take a moment to hate myself for it.

Theaterslut: On my way to hang out with some friends right now. Could maybe come by later?

Curious2002: Smiley face. I have a group project thingy right now, but I can meet up after. probably be late.

Theaterslut: Let me know when you’re done and I’ll decide if I’m not already in bed

Curious2002: If you do come can I make a request?

Well now I’m hella curious.

Theaterslut: What?

Curious2002: Can you wear some pretty panties like you had on when we fucked the first time? They were hot as hell on you and they keep appearing in my fantasies. Smiley face

Damn him. Now I’m hard as I make my way to Rory’s place for a movie night. He’s been adjusting to his new apartment and his roommate pretty well, and I’ve stopped worrying about him so much, which is nice. Parker is super sweet and takes amazing care of him. I’ve seen his confidence bloom in the last few weeks and he seems happier than he ever did with Zach. I wouldn’t be surprised if their relationship has morphed into more than roommates, because I know Rory has been crushing on him too.

When I reach the apartment, Lucy is arriving at the same time. I switch the Grindr notification to vibrate and shove it in my pocket, greeting her with a grin and a kiss on the cheek.

“How are you?” she asks. “I didn’t see you much at the Halloween party.”

I flush. “I’m good. Just busy with the play coming up and all.”

She nods and knocks on the door.

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 on The 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.

He swallows when I toss the lube and condom on the bed next to him, then climb on, holding onto the cuffs.

“Don’t stop,” I say, when he releases his dick. “You keep touching yourself until I say otherwise, handsome. Don’t come.”

“Oh, fuck,” he pants, resting his head back on the pillow and gripping his shaft once again.

“You ever used these before?” I ask, holding up the cuffs, and he shakes his head. I stare at him.

“No,” he tells me, his voice raspy as he continues to touch himself.

“Do you mind?”

He starts to shake his head but then catches himself and says, “No,” again.

I grin. “Good. You’ll need a safeword.”

“Golf,” he breathes, and I can’t help chuckling.

“Why golf?”

His words are spaced out in between his groans of pleasure. “It’s…the only sport I…don’t like, and I suck at it.”

I laugh. “Is that why you don’t like it?”

“Maybe.” He gives me a grin but then moans and closes his eyes as his neck tilts back and his mouth opens in bliss, eyes closed.

“Stop touching yourself for now. Hand on the headboard, beautiful,” I tell him.

“Just one hand?” he asks, confused, and I nod. “Right hand. You’re left handed, right?” He nods, and obeys, gripping the post on the headboard with his right hand. I slide one end of the cuffs on his right wrist before slotting the other end around the post he’s holding on to and clicking it shut. “That feel okay?”

He tugs a bit and then nods. “Yes.”

“If you don’t like it, use your safeword,” I instruct.

“I will. Why just one hand?”

I grin. “Because you’ll need the other one.”

“Oh, shit,” he groans. “You’re gonna torture me, aren’t you?”

I chuckle and position myself between his legs. “Maybe a little bit. But it will be worth it.”

I grab the extra pillow and tell him to lift his hips. He does and I slide it underneath him.

Warmth spreads through my chest at the knowledge that he’s trusting me with this, with him. Trusting me to make him feel good and keep him safe. My eyes track over his toned, lean body, all splayed out for me, his thick cock oozing precum, the head red and angry, all those delicious tattoos on display.

“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” I tell him, and he does. My mouth waters and my dick jerks when I see that perfect little pucker fluttering wildly for me. And god he smells amazing. Like peaches and man. I want to bury my nose in his ass and get drunk off his scent.

“Stroke yourself,” I say. “And don’t stop unless I tell you to. I’m gonna eat you out until you’re fucking begging for me. And then I’m gonna ride that gorgeous cock. You don’t touch me at all. I want your hand on your dick until you’re inside me, and then you move it up with the other one and grab the bedpost. Understand?” My voice gets huskier as I speak and my dick is straining, barely contained inside my g-string.

His pupils darken and he shivers. “Yes.”

I lower my head and spread his ass cheeks apart, then feast on his hole as he strokes himself. I suck and lick and nibble, leaving him a slobbery, panting mess. My saliva coats his taint and his hole, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His pucker flutters and he gasps and moans as I slide my tongue over it again and again, then delve inside him.

“Shit!” he cries. “Oh god, shit, fuck. Nnnggg.”

God, this is making me so damn hard. I have to be careful not to come myself because I don’t want that to happen until that perfect cock is buried inside me.

“Shit,” he wails again, and this time there’s even more desperation in his voice. “Oh, fuck, please. Please, fuck, I can’t.”

His breaths are ragged, his words stuttered. I lift my head and my heart almost stops when I see tears filling his eyes and sliding down his cheeks. Holy shit. He’s shaking, and his dick is oozing precum as he strokes it. He hasn’t stopped this entire time.

Fuck, he’s perfect.

“Please,” he breathes. “Please, I need you. Wanna be inside you so bad. Please, Tinkerbell.”

I can’t stop the shiver that races down my spine hearing his words. Hearing him beg for me. I lean forward and rid him of his hat. Then I grip his hair, drawing another delicious moan out of him. I kiss him, and he doesn’t touch me, just keeps stroking himself. He whimpers into my mouth and I delve deeper, tasting him, savoring him.

“Please,” he whispers when I pull away, tear tracks on his cheeks, skin flushed. “Need your ass.”

I don’t bother taking the time to stretch myself. I know what I can handle and I like the burn. I kiss him once more. “I’m coming, beautiful,” I tell him, my heart pounding.

He whimpers but keeps stroking himself as I grab the condom and tear it open.

“Stop,” I say, and he lets out a grateful sigh that’s nearly a sob, releasing his engorged length.

I slide the condom onto him and slick him up with lube, before spreading some over and around my hole. Then I’m straddling his hips. I move the string of my panties out of the way, before I lower myself onto his cock, letting his head press against my pucker. It twitches, eager to get inside, asking, begging, for entrance.

“Shit, you’re evil,” Preston gasps, both hands above his head, gripping the headboard, muscles taut, abdomen sinking in. It’s sexy as fuck, seeing him like this.

I plant my hands on his torso, and fuck, he feels good. All that bare skin and toned muscle. He’s a fucking work of art.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful up there,” he pants, and shit, he can’t say things like that. I groan as I lower myself a bit more, and his cuffs rattle as he tugs on them. I can see his knuckles turning white with the effort it’s taking him to keep hold of the headboard and not touch me. And it makes my cock jerk, more precum sliding out and filling my panties. “Shit, that’s good. Holy fuck, you’re squeezing the life out of my cock and it’s amazing. Fucking hell.”

I can’t help chuckling as I raise myself a bit and slide back down. It burns, but I welcome the sensation. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groans. “Do it again.” I raise an eyebrow. “Please,” he adds, and I rise up, coming almost all the way off, before sliding back down, letting him sink deeper and deeper until I’m impaled on his length. I groan and then let out a breath. Holy hell, this feels good. I’m breathing heavily and my body is trembling. So is Preston’s.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he says, then growls, jerking on his cuffs again. “Goddamn it.”

I lean forward with a wicked smirk on my face. Then I comb my fingers through that wild blond hair, gripping it, before pressing my lips to his. He opens for me immediately and I take what I want while he squirms underneath me, bucking his hips, desperate to move inside me. Being able to touch him, use him, in whatever way I want is intoxicating.

“Jesus,” he rasps when I pull away. His lips are swollen and puffy and his dick jerks inside me, making me groan.

I kiss and lick down his chest, flicking his nipple before I lower my mouth and suck, and he bucks up into me, his dick pushing against my prostate this time, making me shake and moan around his hardened nub. I suck and lick and bite his pec and he undulates, pressing himself further into me each time and setting my nerve endings on fire. I move to the other nipple, and start to slide up and down on his dick as I repeat the motions.

“Jesus, fuck,” he gasps. He throws his head back and moves inside me faster, harder, gyrating. “Fuck, Jax, that’s so good.” I release his nipple, and his gaze meets mine, and then falls to my chest, and he whimpers. “Please.”

I groan and move my body so that my pierced nipple is now in line with his mouth, and his tongue darts out, swiping over it, sending a shiver down my spine. He licks and moans, flicking his tongue and making me shake with pleasure. Then he takes the end of the barbell between his teeth and tugs. My cock jerks as precum leaks onto his abdomen and I gasp as he thrusts up into me, his hands still gripping the headboard. A groan leaves me when he sucks the entire barbell and hardened nub into his mouth. Why is that so damn hot, watching him feast on my nipple while he’s bound, knowing he can only have what I give him? My balls draw up as his tongue slides around my piercing, and he moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Fuck, I’m so close. I pull back and rest my hands on his chest again, chasing my release as he stares at me, lips swollen and spit slick, eyes dark.

“Oh, god,” I cry out, my orgasm barreling up on me. I grip his hips and lean back as Preston shoves inside me again and again and I rise and fall on his dick, my panties soaked in my precum.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. “I want to touch you so damn bad right now.”

I fucking lose it at his words and cry out, throwing my head back, my release spilling inside my g-string.

“Fuck!” Preston shouts, and then his body stiffens and his back arches as he shoots inside me. Holy hell. My panties are soaked in my cum and some of it has seeped through and gotten on his abdomen.

I lean down and lick it up, before slotting my mouth with his. I kiss him thoroughly and he moans as I feed him my jizz. His cock gives a twitch inside me and I kiss him a while longer before I slide off of him and undo the handcuffs. I would leave straight away but I’m winded and I need a minute. He takes the condom off and ties it before dropping it in the trash.

He grins widely at me as I lie beside him in my cum soaked panties. He doesn’t seem in any hurry to clean himself off either.

“You can borrow some of my underwear if you want.”

“Thanks, but I’ll just go commando,” I tell him. His eyes flare at that.

“That was amazing,” he says.

“You’re okay? It wasn’t too much?”

He shakes his head, rolling onto his side to face me and propping himself up on his elbow, resting his head in his hand. “You’re seriously sexy. You know that, right? And fuck, that nipple piercing does things to me.”

I blush and give a soft smile, still feeling the dampness of his saliva on my nipple. “Give me your wrist.”

He does without hesitation and I take it in my hands, feeling his smooth, warm skin against my fingertips, massaging it. “You liked the cuffs?”

“Yes.”

There’s a pause, and I keep rubbing his wrist, when he says, “I like your rings, and your nail polish.”

“Thank you.” I’ve never gotten compliments about either of those things before, outside of Lucy and Rory.

He sits up a bit more and grips my wrist now. “Is that Aragorn’s ring from LOTR ?” he asks.

I grin. “It is.”

“That’s so cool. Those movies are seriously the best.”

“He’s also the reason I realized I was gay, so,” I say with a shrug, and he laughs. He rolls out of bed and leaves the room, returning a minute later with two wet washcloths. He tosses one to me and uses the other on himself.

“I should go,” I say, after cleaning myself and my panties off as best I can. I shove my g-string in the pocket of my coat and start to dress.

“You sure? I don’t mind you staying for a bit.”

He seems disappointed, but the fact that everything in me wants to stay is the very reason I know I can’t. “I’m beat, and it’s late.” I slide my pants on and grab my shirt, then find myself saying, “I have theater practice tomorrow until nine but I can see you after.”

He grins. “Sure thing, Tinkerbell.”

PRESTON

Fifteen minutes later I get a message on Grindr.

Theaterslut: 213-657-0321, hookups only.

I can’t stop smiling.