The Unexpected Hookup Chapter 2 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

Our hands are all over each other again before I know it. Jack pulls me back in for a searing kiss while taking my cock in his fist, furiously stroking me. I’ve dreamed about us fooling around for years, and now it’s finally happening. 

He’s leaking like crazy, and even though I’m not sure he’s going to be okay with what I’m about to do, I pull away from his mouth anyway and push him until he’s flat on his back. His eyes are dark, a thin circle of gray surrounding his pupils. I drag his jeans and boxers the rest of the way down, freeing his legs and then quickly doing the same to mine. We’re completely naked except for our socks—which is weirdly arousing. 

Jack’s breath hitches when I move my head close to his cock, and I can hear the girls giggling off to the side. He’s leaking like a faucet; the attention is clearly getting to him. Is he leaking so much cause of what he wants to do with the girls or because of me? God, I hope it’s because of me. 

My first taste of his precum fills my mouth with his flavor—salty but also sweet—his natural musk adding to the experience as I lick the underside of his shaft. He groans low, one of his hands threading through my hair to guide me. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” one of the girls says loudly. We both turn to look at them and find they have their tops off and are playing with each other’s boobs. 

Another pulse of precum leaks out of him, and I can feel myself dripping onto the bedspread. Oops. I grip his dick at the base of his shaft and pull it towards me before licking around the head to clean up the already wet helmet. Jack groans again, and the hand fisting my hair pushes down, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth. 

It’s a little overwhelming, but I try to remember all the advice from subreddits I’ve read about blowing a guy and keep that in mind as I work him. It’s slow going at first, but the simple act of having a dick in my mouth keeps me motivated as I slowly take more of him inch by inch until my nose is brushing against his pubes. 

“You should finger him too,” Rachel tells me excitedly. Her free hand is buried in her shorts, presumably doing the same thing to herself. 

I pull off Jack’s cock just long enough to wet my fingers in my mouth before swallowing him again, and use the wet hand to tease the furls of his entrance. He whimpers as my finger sinks into him, his tight warmth squeezing the solitary digit. 

Does Jack finger himself? It was a lot easier to penetrate his hole than it was when I did it to myself the first time. I imagine him lying in bed, bent in half as he fucks himself with his long fingers or maybe even a dildo he’s kept hidden from me. The thought only makes me throb harder, so I reach with my free hand between my legs to squeeze myself before letting go to focus on Jack again. 

I move my finger, trying to find that spot that will blind him to whatever the girls are promising him. The truth is, I want Jack all to myself. I always have and I always will. I’m pretty sure I find it when he moans loudly again, his cock thrusting down my throat when his back arches. 

“Fuck, that’s amazing, Ezra. You have magic fingers,” Jack pants. I’m bobbing on his shaft while I continue to massage his prostate. He’s leaking like crazy, and I can’t get enough of his taste. I’m going to make him come in my mouth. I have to know what that feels like. 

“Wait!” I feel a hand on my shoulder and pull off his cock with a pop, spit and precum drenching my mouth and chin. It’s Jessica. She’s completely naked now—they both are. 

I know seeing two attractive naked women should turn me on like nothing before, but I’m annoyed that I was just stopped from tasting my best friend’s cum. “What?” I grit out, glaring daggers at her. 

Either she doesn’t realize how pissed off I am, or chooses to ignore it. She smiles and says sweetly, “I want a turn now.” 

Reluctantly, I withdraw my finger from his hole, and Jack refuses to meet my eyes. Fine, then, be that way. I stalk over to the other bed and plop down without even looking at Rachel, who’s watching me expectantly. I feel bad for ignoring her, but my rapidly deflating dick is enough of an indicator that I’m no longer in the mood to fool around with her. 

Seeing Jessica settle down between Jack’s legs and lick right where my mouth had just been does something to my stomach, making me feel like I just ate a bunch of rocks. Rachel scoots closer to caress my back with one hand and uses the other to fondle my dick, her tits pressing against my side. But nothing happens. I stay soft, so she huffs angrily and moves away, grabbing her phone instead. 

Rachel gasps when she looks at her screen. “Oh my God, Jess. Jessica!” She hops off the bed and tugs on Jessica’s arm, pulling her off my boyfriend’s—I mean, my best friend’s dick. 

“What Rachel? Why aren’t you sucking Ezra’s cock?” Jessica whines. Rachel gives her a look and then shoves the phone in her face. Jessica’s face pales and then mutters, “Fuck.” Jessica slides off the bed, and they both start getting dressed quickly. 

“What the fuck? What are you ladies doing?” Jack asks, looking adorably frustrated with his wet dick bobbing in the air as he watches them move around the room. 

“Sorry, babe,” Jessica replies, fixing her hair in the mirror. “We’re rushing for a sorority and they just told all the freshmen to come to the house right now. If we don’t go, we won’t get accepted.” She shoots him an apologetic smile while Rachel ignores all of us. She’s the first to get ready and is standing by the door, tapping her foot, waiting for Jessica. 

The moment Jessica is done, Rachel throws open the door and steps out. Jessica follows her and shouts before the door slams shut, “Sorry, boys, we’ll make it up to you. Make sure you shut the door on your way out!” 

Just like that, Jack and I were alone again. He’s still hard, his face running through a range of emotions. In the end, he just sighs and drags on his clothes, struggling to button his jeans against the very obvious bulge. 

I feel bad for him, but part of me is secretly thrilled. Maybe I can finish what I started tonight after all.