Page 34 of The Try Line

"You can, and you will. You're going to give me one more. I want this ass so sore it hurts when you’re squeezing the cum from me." A mewl escapes me at his filthy words, and I can feel the orgasm edging closer. "I'm going to fill you with my cum and plug you up so you stay wet for me so I can bend you over and fuck you whenever I want. By the time I leave, your pretty little hole is going to beso used up you won't be able to sit without remembering who this ass belongs to."

"Oh, fuck."

"That's fucking right," he growls, pumping my cock hard and fast. Goosebumps erupt over my skin. "Now fucking come for me and tell me what I want to hear."

Electric tingles spread over my skin, and my words come out on a harsh moan. "I'm fucking yours, Jason,” I pant, quickly losing the last of whatever control or humility I have left. “Jasoooonnnnnn!"

My breath leaves me as the orgasm tears through me and my cum sprays wildly. Jason doesn't try to keep it from making a mess all over the couch, instead pushing me down on my stomach and fucking into me hard, rubbing it into the fabric with each rough thrust.

"Fuck, yeah," he groans as I contract around him. He drapes himself over my back, slowing his thrusts to long, slow rolls of his hips. "Tell me I can fuck you again. Tell me I can have you as much as I want until I leave."

"As much as you want. Use me, Jason. I'm yours."

Jason muffles a moan into the back of my shoulder, and then his teeth sink into my flesh as heat jets deep inside me.

CHAPTER 15

JASON

Three times over the course of the night, I make good on his promise and mine. I'm not sure how he manages to keep taking me. I know his ass must be sore. We made it into the guest shower once to rinse off because we got overheated, and I ended up throat fucking Mik against the shower wall. I've never been so wrung out in my life, but I keep waking up every few hours, hard and wanting, and finding him the same way.

A sheen of sweat and cum covers us both, and the room is stifling. We finally put a little space between us, just to try to cool off. Mik is currently sleeping at one end of the sofa. He's on his stomach, arms folded under his head, one leg hanging off the edge. He basically fell asleep in the last position I fucked him in, and I passed out watching my cum drip out of his ass. I'm not sure where the plug went. It might have rolled under the couch or something, but it's too dark to find it and neither of us has the energy to search. It's a shame to waste any, but it was strangely fulfilling to watch it leak out of him. My caveman brain loves seeing my mark on him.Marks, really. There are bite marks and hickeys all over his back and ass. Only a few of them are truly visible, since much of his skin is covered in dark ink, but I know where they are. There's a particularly darkimprint of my teeth on his right ass cheek that I suggested he get tattooed there, so he'll always remember he's mine.

I should stop saying things like that. But heismine. He's always been mine.

I want him to be mine.

Driven by my possessive thoughts, I crawl forward. Lightly peppering the backs of his thighs with gentler kisses than I’ve given him so far tonight, I kiss my way up to his perfect, round butt. He mentioned the other day that he thought he’d let himself go, but I think he's perfect. There's more of him than there was when we were teenagers. More muscle, more jiggle, more everything. Funny enough, the parts of him he thinks are lacking are the parts I like best. His ass being my particular favorite. And the love handles that will be bruised for weeks with how hard I’ve dug my fingers in while gripping him hard so he can’t get away from me.

The way his leg hangs over the side keeps him spread. In the light of the battery-operated candle I moved closer so I could inspect his asshole after I filled it up, I can see that it's still wet. It glimmers in the candlelight, making it look tantalizingly edible. I've never eaten someone's ass after I used it. Hell, I've never actually come inside anyone besides him. I didn't even consider using a condom with him. The idea is offensive. I've fallen prey to the primal need to mark him from the inside out, to make him mine. Fuck, I wish I could knock him up the way he knocked up my sister. That way, I could keep him tied to me for life.

Mik's ass flexes under my touch as I kiss along the bottom of his left buttock and down to the two little metal studs of desire. He said it's called a guiche, but to me it's just a sex button. I think it turns me on more than it does him, thus the moan I muffle into his taint when I press my lips to it. My tongue flicks out, feeling the warm metal balls and tasting our combined releases. Probably mostly mine, considering it's been leaking out of him for hours. I'mstrangely not put off by it. In fact, I'm pretty into the idea of tasting myself on his skin. I suck the piercing clean and he moans, shifting as he starts to wake. I'm kind of curious what my sister thinks about these piercings, but I'm not about to ask. I'm going to avoid talking or even thinking about her. I'm putting it into a little box and burying it deep, deep down to deal with later. I'm purposefully procrastinating my guilt.

"What are you doing?" he asks sleepily, wiggling against my face.

"Nothing, you can go back to sleep." I pat his ass.

"I can't sleep when your mouth is on me like that." He doesn't sound upset about it. Every time he’s woken up to me molesting him, he’s just rolled with it. He wakes up ready and willing, letting me take him over and over.

Each time I think I should hold back, that I’m getting in too deep, that I’m hurting him, that I’ll never come back from this. At this point my dick is chafed, and his body bears the evidence of my lack of restraint. But I can’t get enough.

I nip gently at him and prop myself up on my elbows. My thumbs run up the creases where his thighs meet his body, and up to his ass. I spread his cheeks wider, thoroughly exposing his red, abused asshole.

"You've got to be sore," I mutter, rubbing my thumb over it gently. "But goddamn, I love seeing your hole wet and used like this."

Mik twitches at my touch. "I love it, too."

Fuck me."Were you always a filthy pervert?"

His body shakes with laughter. "Maybe. Probably. I think you would have brought it out of me, eventually."

"How do you figure?" I ask before absentmindedly tracing around his pucker with my tongue.

"Because you're a filthy pervert, and everything you do makes me so–" he gasps as I push against his hole, "–fucking hard.Mmphff.Everything you do to me feels so fucking good. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.Nnyahh.It hurts so good," he pants. "Speaking of filthy, what are you doing?"

"Kissing you all better."

Mik writhes as I lick and suck him clean, pressing soothing kisses against him. Then I guide him to turn over so I can suck his cock. I'm bobbing up and down on his length, with him squirming beneath me, when there's a noise upstairs. A voice calls out.

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