Page 50 of The Try Line

He nods, kissing and nipping down my neck before reluctantly pulling away from me. I roll over on my stomach, wiping my sweaty forehead on the covers as I try to focus on my breaths.

Jason returns, trailing his lips and tongue up the backs of my legs as he crawls over my body. Teeth sink into the meat of my ass, and I buck, pushing up into his face. He soothes the sore spot with a lick and gentle press of his lips before his hands are on me, squeezing and spreading my cheeks.

Heat flushes through my veins as his hot, wet tongue slides over my hole. I gasp and bury my face in the covers, trying to muffle the deep moans that bubble out of me.

Jason pulls his mouth away and fists the nape of my hair, forcing my face away from the mattress.

“No, baby. I want to hear every sound you make. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

A groan escapes me, my head falling limply when he releases me again. I turn my face to the side, watching him open a bottle of lube and squeeze some on his fingers. I don’t even try to contain the high-pitched whine that leaves my mouth when two thick fingers breach my hole. My hips rut into the mattress with every movement of his hand as he works another digit inside me, opening me and driving me wild with need.

“Fuuuuck,” I whine, my ass pushing back against his hand as he works me open painstakingly slowly. “God.Fuck– Dammit Jason, please. Fuck me already.”

Jason pulls his fingers from me, leaving me empty and clenching on air. But not for long. He guides me onto my back and crawls between my legs. I lift my hips, grinding my ass into his groin, not giving a fuck how desperate I might seem. Iamdesperate.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, Jason covers my body with his. One hand cupping my head, he kisses me deeply while his other hand guides his cock to my entrance.

He enters me slowly, making me feel every centimeter of his long, thick shaft until he’s flush against me. My head falls back with a deep, guttural, animalistic moan. Somehow it feels bigger than every time he’s just thrusted inside me. I can feel him everywhere, so fucking deep. The pressure is immense, not just in my ass, but in my chest.

Jason lets out a breathy groan against my neck. Does he feel it too? The way this is so much more than all the times we’ve fucked over the past week? It feels like the first time.

It feels big.

When I stretch my neck back to look at him, our eyes meet. His deep blue eyes are full of all the emotions I feel. Heat prickles behind my eyes, and I can’t help but be thrown back in time to the last time I had these thoughts. That this is it. This is forever. My eyes clench shut, trying to force myself to stay in the moment, to focus on the feel of his body and mine, the way we come together.

“Open your eyes, Mik,” Jason whispers as he slowly pulls out of me. “Let me in.”

My eyes flutter open just as he thrusts back inside, and my mouth opens in a silent gasp. My wide eyes are glued to endless blue depths while Jason slowly thrusts into me.

“I won’t leave you again, Mik,” he murmurs. “You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper hoarsely. “I’m yours.” It becomes a chant, broken by fevered kisses and heavy pants.

“Mine,” Jason says against my lips, rolling his hips up at just the right angle, lighting me up from the inside.

“Yours,” I cry out again. “Jason, I–”

“I know, baby. Give it to me.” He wraps a tight fist around my cock and strokes me in time with his slow, firm thrusts.

“Oh God, I’m–” The breath is knocked out of me when the force of my orgasm hits me.

“Oh Fuck, Mik. You’re fucking pulsing.”

And I am. Every muscle in my body tightens and releases as intense waves of pleasure absolutely wreck me from the inside out. My legs fall from Jason’s waist, my back arches off the bed, and I make a sound that would surely result in a visit from hotel security if Jason didn’t press his mouth against mine and swallow it down. He rocks into me and returns my cry with one of his own, his body stiffening as he pours into me.

“Mine,” he cries again with a final thrust.

“Don’t pull out yet,” I say, holding his ass to keep him pressed against me. He stays as long as he can bear on shaky arms, forehead against mine, sharing breaths as we both come down from the high.

“If I could stay inside you, I would,” Jason says as he starts to pull out of me.

“So do it then,” I mumble.

He collapses beside me, pulling my back to his chest. I wince in surprise as he stuffs his half-hard cock back inside me, cum squelching out. He’s not fucking me again, though. He’s justinme.

At first, it’s a bit awkward, especially as he starts to soften. But I’m full and connected, and happy to just hold him inside me this way. The satiated grin on my face could rival a warm, well-fed kitten. I’m practically purring as sleep pulls me under.

We doze, with Jason curled around me, holding us together. At some point, I wake up to him hardening inside me again.Reaching back to steady myself on his hip, I shift to get a better angle, slowly rocking back against him. He wakes with a moan, reaching around to feel for my erection. The space where we’re still connected is sloshing with cum and leftover lube, and he swipes his hand through it before returning to my cock, pumping me slowly.

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