Page 44 of The Try Line

There's a pounding at the door, pulling me out of the deepest sleep of my life. I'm sore all over, my muscles still tired from the exertion of last night.

Last night.

My cock is hard against my stomach, and I absentmindedly stroke myself as I think about last night. Mik is still next to me, his nakedbody barely covered by the sheet. He told me he loved me. He gave himself to me, and he told me he loved me.

I want to nuzzle into him in, but mostly I just want to hold him close and confirm that he's really mine. Despite his whispered confession after he thought I was asleep last night, there's still a part of me that worries he'll freak out this morning. That he'll remember he's straight and change his mind.

"Go away!" Mik yells to whoever is banging our door down and covers his head with his pillow. I laugh and pull back the sheet to get up, but he pulls me down on top of him.

"No. Stay," he says, his voice rough from sleep. "They'll go away eventually. We are sleeping until ten, and then you're going to fuck me in the shower before we play Siler City."

Fuck me, he's irresistible. I can't help but drape myself over him, chuckling. "Aren't you sore?"

"Why don't you kiss my ass again and find out?"

Oh, yes, please. "You think I won't?" Fuck, I can't wait to show him everything I want to do to him. All the nasty, sexy things I plan to do to his body.

"I have zero doubt you would," Mik snarks back.

Biting my lip, I move down his lithe, naked body. His cock is just as hard as mine, twitching when I drag my fingers up his length.

"How about I tongue fuck your ass until you come? Would that get you out of bed early enough to go out for breakfast?"

His cock twitches, and I smirk up at him, my mouth watering just thinking about it. He comes so prettily when I play with his ass, I know he'll love the way I can drive him crazy with my tongue.

"You're a kinky motherfucker, aren't you?"

"Oh, baby. You have no idea," I say, taking his cock into my mouth. I'm so ready to show him how good I can make him feel. I want to eat his ass and his cum for breakfast, then keep him coming until he's nothing but a puddle on the mattress.

But the pounding at the door gets louder. Jesus. What the hell could they want? It's probably one of my idiot friends coming to cockblock me, knowing I'm usually up a lot earlier than this to go for a run. Maybe Tracy from across the hall wanting to join me. Then again, why would they be this insistent? Whoever it is, they're clearly not going to stop until we answer. I release Mik's cock with a pout and stand up.

"Just let me get that. Maybe something's wrong."

"The building could be on fire, and I'd still want to come before I get up out of this bed," Mik deadpans, cutting through the trickle of anxiety I feel. "There's no way I'm walking around with this thing," he says, gesturing to his long, hard cock that is dripping for me. I lick my lips and turn away to grab a pair of sweatpants off the floor.

"Noted," I say, and wink at Mik before I leave the room. "I'll just be a minute."

"Alright, alright," I call out as I make my way across the apartment, trying to arrange my erection to be less obvious. Good fucking luck. I'm harder than steel. It looks like I'm trying to smuggle a shotgun in my pants.

I tear open the door, ready to chew whoever it is out and get them to go away so I can go back to the hot, naked man I have waiting in my bed. Fucking Mik Sanders is in my bed, naked, waiting for me. And he loves me. And he wants me to eat his ass.

The door doesn't open halfway before my sister forces her way in.

"What the fuck, Jason! I've been calling and knocking all fucking morning!" she yells as she barges past me.

"What's wrong?"

"Where's Mik?" she says, stomping through our small living room towards Mik's room. Fuck, she's not going to find him in there. I really didn't think we were going to have to let the cat out of the bag this soon, but she's about to get a rude awakening.

"Jesus, Janel. You broke up. And it's about time, don't you think? Let him go already." I was worried when I first saw her at the door. She looks pale and strung out. But she's not about to guilt Mik into coming back to her again.

He's mine now.

"Mik!"

She pushes into his bedroom, but it's empty, so she heads to the bathroom. Empty.

Janel cuts me a look when she turns down the hallway to my room, calling Mik's name. I hear rustling, and then Mik's voice, calm and understanding. I stay back, leaning against the wall in the hallway to let them work it out.

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