Page 26 of The Try Line

With concerted effort, I pull my eyes away from his hands and crossed legs, trying to hide his cock, and drag them up his body. He eyes me warily, his gaze falling on the front of my light blue shorts that are doing nothing to hide my very obvious reaction to the scene I just walked in on. There's a wet spot bleeding through the fabric, betraying just how far gone I am.

He stands, but doesn't move away. Instead of running like I expected him to, he stands a little behind the chair, keeping the bottom half of his body away from my prying eyes while he covertly reaches behind him. Silence permeates the air. He turned the vibrationoff, but it’s still inside him. Oh, Jesus Christ, that’s so fucking hot.

The panicked look in his eyes turns pained as I step closer. But he doesn't push me away, or tell me to fuck off, or so much as move a muscle to leave. He only watches me warily as I approach, stopping about a foot from him. I keep my eyes locked on his, reaching out tentatively, placing a hand on his waist. The heat of his bare skin singes me, a tremor making its way up my arm and down my spine.

He hisses a breath through his teeth when, knees weak, I lower myself to kneel in front of him. My fingertips trace the intricate swirls of ink along his thighs, the corded muscles jumping beneath my touch. His cock bobs out in front of me, fully erect and fucking dripping. This close, I can make out the two metal studs on the underside of his cockhead.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

I lean forward and press my lips to the piercing, feeling the barbell connecting the two studs beneath the hot, smooth skin.

Mik's sharp intake of breath does nothing to stop me from opening my lips and flicking my tongue out over the piercing. His intoxicating clean smell and the sweet remnants of his orgasm make me dizzy with need. My mouth opens wider, taking the full head of his cock inside and swirling my tongue to gather more of the addictive taste of his orgasm.

"Jason," he whispers hoarsely. My eyes roll back at hearing him say my name like that, needy and wanting.

I'd like to pretend it's the whiskey making choices for me, that I'm not in control of my faculties. The truth is, I'm fully aware what I'm doing is wrong. That I'm hurting him and our family. Hell, I'm hurting myself. But I can't help myself.I can't stop.

I don’t want to stop.

Pressing forward, I slowly engulf his entire length, drawing out a low moan from deep in his throat. The sound breaks me, and suddenly the only thing in the entire world I care about is making him mine in even the smallest way. I'm desperate to show him what he's been missing all these years because I know no one else can make him come like I can.

I take him all the way into the back of my throat and swallow, feeling him twitch when my throat contracts around him. His posture is stiff, and he holds his hands in midair, like he isn't sure what to do. He gasps and moans but doesn't move a muscle as I hollow out my cheeks and slide my mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deep again without gagging. Tears pour from my eyes, but I can't be sure if they're from taking him so deep, or if they're the overwhelming emotions from having him like this, and the fact that I absolutely shouldn't be doing this right now. Or ever. I don't make eye contact; too afraid I'll see the fear I can feel in the tension in his body.

I want him to grip my hair and take control, take some responsibility for what's happening between us because I don't want to be alone in this. In our interactions thus far, I've been the aggressor, and he may as well be a fly caught in a web, powerless. I'm the terrible one here, taking advantage of a man with a wife and family—my sister's husband. I couldn't hate myself more for it, and yet it doesn't stop me from doubling down. With one hand around the base of his long cock, I hold him steady while I pull him out to just the tip and shove my tongue inside his foreskin, while my other hand cups his balls and rolls them.

"Mmphh–Oh, God," Mik groans, and his hips flex, pushing a little further into my mouth.

Yesss, come on Mik, let go.

Two fingers slide behind his balls, and I freeze when I feel another set of metal studs.What the fuck?

My head lurches back, and I release his cock. It slides against my cheek, spreading spit and pre-cum over my face, as I look up at Mik in surprise.Oh, fuck.Is that another piercing?

I have to see this.

All traces of apprehension, shame, or guilt fade away, overtaken by pure lust and curiosity. I stand again and force Mik back around the chair, turning him and pushing against his shoulder blades. His arms fly out to steady himself on the back of the chair while I kick his legs wider. He doesn't resist, but I keep my hand firmly on his back to convey that he should stay put before sinking to my knees again. I come face to face with the ass that has haunted my dreams for half my life. It's fucking glorious, round and firm, with ink covering half of the left side. I make a mental note that I need to see and map out every inch of ink on his body. There is a hell of a lot more than I could have ever imagined, but right now I'm distracted by his hole stretched out around black silicone, and his perfect cock and balls that hang heavily between his thighs.

The plug is hard to pull my attention from, but my fingers brush lightly over the balls of metal again, and I then I see them. The two little metal studs that I felt with my fingers stare back at me, reflecting the faint flicker of candlelight. I touch them again, pressing into the flat, sensitive spot just behind his balls. I've never seen anything like this. To say I'm intrigued would be an understatement. Especially when Mik lets out a whimper that I feel in my own balls.

Without an ounce of hesitation, I shove my face against his ass and wrap my lips around the little studs. I suck them into my mouth, flick and massage them with my tongue. Mik writhes and flinches forward, but I grip onto his thighs and keep him in place while I explore. He's trembling, white knuckling the top of the chair while saliva drips down his balls and down his hanging shaft. Fuck, I just want to consume him.

I move my mouth up, licking from the base of his balls to the flat base of the butt plug. I lick around it, tasting the sweet, slippery lube. Opening my mouth wide, I graze my teeth around the edge of the plug, gripping onto it and using my mouth to push and pull it. My tongue presses against a button, and a light vibration jars my teeth.

"Fuck," he cries, his trembling becoming full on shaking. I let him get close to coming before I pull the plug out and throw it on the floor.

Mik's hole gapes and winks for me, contracting on air as it slowly closes. I press open-mouthed kisses against it, flicking my tongue against him. Mik makes unintelligible sounds, gasping for air and twitching his hips, tense with the effort to not push back against my face. I could exist solely on the sounds he makes when he's trying so hard to hold back, but I want him to lose control, to give me his unrestrained need.

I force my tongue into his hole, and he hisses my name. It angers and turns me on in equal measures.

He was supposed to always be mine. This was supposed to be mine.

Gripping his dick harshly, I pump his spit covered cock hard and fast while working my tongue in and out of his tight hole. My other hand pulls my leaking cock from my shorts and squeezes hard. Mik resists rocking back on me right until his climax hits, then he's crying out my name, fucking his ass on my mouth. His cum coats my hand, and I keep stroking and tonguing him until his cock stops spurting and his cries die down to pained whimpers.

Standing, I switch hands, holding him in position with my clean hand while the other spreads his cum down my shaft. I use it to pump myself, placing the tip of my cock right against his hole. He flinches, but doesn't move to get awayfrom me.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Mik. I'm just going to remind you who you belong to. Who you've always fucking belonged to," I grunt, spraying my release against his asshole. It drips down his crack, over that tantalizing little piercing. I coat him in my orgasm, then step back, taking a moment to appreciate how he looks dripping in my cum.

Like fuckingmine.