Page 5 of The Try Line

"Jason," I pant against his mouth. "I want you to fuck me."

He stills and his teeth clamp down on my neck. I hiss and buck against him, two seconds from fucking whimpering like a girl.

I lower my mouth to the shell of his ear and try to keep the tremble out of my voice. "I prepped for you."

A strangled sound escapes against my neck before he pulls back and looks at me. The sky blue of his eyes looks darker than usual as he appraises me. "You prepped?"

I nod and bite my lip, trying to cover up my nerves. He stares at me so long I worry he's doubting my resolve, so I reach between us. My hand wraps around his thick girth and squeezes, drawing a grunt from him. "I want you, Jason. All of you."

Jason's eyes roll up to the ceiling like he's trying to find the patience to say no. I reach for the shower shelf, grabbing the bottle of lube I was using earlier. I pour some in my hand before returning it to his dick, stroking him and coating him with the slick liquid.

"I want to feel you inside me."

His eyes squeeze shut, a curse on his lips. "Mik–"

"Don'tMikme, just fuck me already."

His eyes capture mine again, pupils dilated. Pressing me harder against the tile, he repositions us and I think for a moment thatthis is it. I take a deep breath as subtly as I can and force my body to relax. I feel his cock brush the underside of my ass, but he doesn't ram into me like I was expecting. No, he just fucking smirks like the smug bastard he is. His hands are on my ass, fingers pressing into my crack.

"How many fingers?" he asks.

"H-huh?"

"How many fingers did you fuck yourself with to prep yourself for me?"

Jesus.I could come from his dirty talk alone.That voice.

"Two."

Jason lifts me higher, adjusting us so his cock is sandwiched between my ass cheeks. Fuck, he's big.

"You really think two fingers are enough to prep your tiny virgin hole for this?" he asks, thrusting his cock between my cheeks.

I shouldn't be turned on by him referring to me as tiny and virginal—I'm six feet tall and, although I don't have the bulk that Jason has, I'm not small by any means. But there's something undeniably sexy about being manhandled by him, so I'm not complaining. I grunt as two fingers that are much thicker than mine push inside me.

I gasp at the intrusion. "Oh,fuck."

"You want me to fuck you, Mik?"

I nod, trying not to choke on water as my body gets jostled with every thrust of his fingers inside me.

"You think you can take me?"

"I can take you," I rasp.

"We'll see about that."

Jason pulls his fingers out of me and drops me to my feet before spinning me around to face the wall. My hands brace against the wall as he pulls my hips, forcing my ass out. A hand caresses down my spine, water sluicing off as he positions me just so. I hear the click of the lube cap, and then his fingers are inside me again, spreading and opening me wider. Just as I'm adjusting to the intrusion, there's more, and then more, until I'm sucking in deep breaths as I try to relax around four fingers.

"That's it, baby. You're almost ready," he purrs, and a rush of blood has my cock weeping.

Every time I think he's about to spear me with his massive cock, he does something completely different, probably just to spite me. This time he turns me around and presses me against the wall again, taking my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that makes me dizzy.

"Jason," I whine.

"So impatient."

I bite his lip, and he makes that growly sound that thumps me right in the balls.

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