Page 6 of The Try Line

The water turns off, and he pulls me out of the shower. He hands me a towel, but I just stand there, watching him casually drying himself off.What the fuck is happening here?

When it's clear that I'm not capable of normal behavior, he takes the towel from me and dries me off before wrapping the towelaround my hips and using it to pull me into his bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me between his legs.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?"

"Fuck, Jason. Yes, I'm ready. I've been ready." I look down into his sky blue eyes and see the concern there. He's still worried I'm going to change my mind, chalk this up to some experiment, or run away screaming. Hell, if nothing else, I want to do this to prove to him that I'm serious about this.About us."I want this. I wantyou."

He nods up at me, and I bend down to kiss him again. I follow his lead as he scoots back against the headboard, crawling over him and straddling his wide body.

"You're in control," he says. "But go slow." Before I can roll my eyes and complain about him thinking I can't handle him, he cuts me off with a kiss and murmurs against my lips. "Go easy on me."

Another bottle of lube appears from under the pillow, and he pours some into my hand. I stroke it over his length, feeling every inch of his girth and the way it curves, marveling that he'll be inside of me soon.

Am I worried it won't fit? A little. Am I scared it'll hurt? I'm almost positive it will. But I want it. It'll be worth it to be this close to him.

Jason pulls out a condom, and I stare at it.

"Do we need that?" I ask. It's not like he can get me pregnant.

He shrugs. "I've never had sex without one," he says. "I'm negative, though."

"Me too," I say. "I just had a physical."And I've only been with your sister. I'm pretty sure he's thinking the same thing, but neither of us says it out loud. Thinking it is awkward enough.

"It's up to you," he says.

I take the condom away from him and toss it over my shoulder. "I want to feel you."

That's what I say out loud. But the entire time, I'm thinking so much more.

As he helps me situate myself, leaning back against the headboard to let me take control, I'm thinking about how this is so much more than just sex.

I want to feel him inside me because it feels right that there should be some tangible feeling attached to what I already feel inside. As I push myself down over this thick crown and feel the burn of his cock breaching me for the first time, I relish the pain. I want to be marked. Owned. I want there to be proof that this is real.

With a deep breath, I sink lower, my chest filling with a heavy emotion that rivals the stretch of letting him in. I have to look away from his bright blue eyes boring into me, reflecting the emotion that I'm feeling, because now that we've started, I'm wondering if I can actually handle it. Not even physically. Although, as I glance down, I realize I haven't taken him even halfway. But I’m already so full.

"Hey," Jason says softly, directing my gaze back to his. A soft smile plays over his lips, but his eyes still hold all the sincerity in the world. "You okay?"

I nod, because, yeah. I'm better than okay. But I also might be splitting apart in more ways than one. "Feels big," I say, letting the double meaning lighten the heaviness of the moment.

Jason sits up, careful not to jostle me too much, and takes my face in his hands. He kisses me soft and slow, and whispers against my lips. "Bear down and let me in."

Let me in, he says. But his eyes say more. They say he's been here all this time. He's the same guy that I've been in love with for years. He’s still my best friend, and he’s right here with me.

And as I bear down and sink farther down his length, the overwhelming fullness compounds itself. I have to hold in a sob.

This is it for me. You're it for me.

When my ass sits flush against him, he holds me still, kissing me until I'm wiggling, desperate to move.

"Slow," he says, and guides my hips.

I lift up, and then sink back down, a little more each time, until the burn is replaced by pure ecstasy and I'm riding him in earnest. His fingers dig into my hips, sweat rolls down both our bodies, and my cock slaps against our stomachs between us as I bounce on his cock. Our mouths never stray far from each other, even when we're too overcome by breathless pleasure to kiss. Jason swallows my moans, breathes my every exhale, and sucks on my frantic pulse until the room goes blurry. His big hand wraps around my cock and pumps me as I ride him.

My orgasm hits me like a tsunami, pulling me under. I can't even scream, just throw my head back and gasp for air as the waves of pleasure swallow me whole.

My whole body is shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm, when Jason wraps his arms around me and flips us so I'm on my back. He hooks my legs over his arms and lifts himself up, muscles bulging as he pounds into me. My waning orgasm seems to build again, and I cry out as his cock pegs my prostate.

"Yes," he growls. "Let me hear you."

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