Page 51 of The Try Line

With one arm wrapped around my chest and the other on my cock, he presses his mouth against the back of my neck and whispers huskily.

“I want to wake up inside you for the rest of my life, Mik Sanders.”

Light pours in through a gap in the curtains, and I blink awake. As many times as I woke throughout the night, because I was being touched or kissed or sucked, I’m still disoriented when I roll over and find the bed next to me empty. I have a short moment of panic before the door opens and Jason steps in, wearing only pajama pants, holding an ice bucket.

“Good morning,” he says huskily, eyes roaming over my naked body. The sheets and blankets are in a tangled heap on the floor. With the way we were wrapped around each other last night, there was no need for them.

I give Jason a sleepy smile and sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“I ordered some coffee and sandwiches from room service,” he says as he watches me walk to the bathroom. “They don’t serve breakfast past noon.”

The digital alarm clock on the bedside table is dangling upside down by its cord. It’s just after one o’clock in the afternoon.

“Yeah, well, someone kept me up very, very late.” I’m pretty sure thelight was already peeking between the curtains when I last woke to Jason kissing my neck, his hand around my cock.

“Are you sore?”

I shrug as I walk into the bathroom to pee. Honestly, my ass is aching, but not enough that I wouldn’t let him bend me over and fuck me into oblivion a dozen more times. I’m certainly well used, but every time he took me last night was slow and gentle. It’s not like it was back at the house when he’d torn me apart—in all the best ways.

I’m not sure what it says about me that I don’t mind the pain of being used by him. I like knowing he’s been inside me, just as much as I like the evidence that drips out of me.

That being said, after a full night of being thoroughly used and bred like an award-winning show dog, I definitely need a shower. There’s dried cum crusted to my skin, and I smell like I’ve been working out for hours. Which, I suppose I have, if my sore muscles are anything to go by.

The steam that fills the bathroom smells like a spa, the calming eucalyptus scent refreshes my senses as I step under the hot spray. I lean into the stream, hot water cascading over my head and down my body. A smile spreads across my face at the soft gust of cool air that hits my exposed skin as the shower door is opened and then closed again.

Jason’s big body steps behind me, pressing into my back. His face nuzzles against me before he licks up the side of my neck, lapping up the rivulets of water that are streaming down my body. He leans down and sets something on the ground. I try to turn around to see what it was, but Jason stops me, placing my hands on the wet tile.

Wordlessly, he presses my hands on the wall, a clear suggestion that I stay in place. His mouth caresses down my jaw, my neck, along myshoulder blades. He kisses me all the way down to the top of my ass before he gets to his knees behind me.

Despite my cock jumping immediately to attention, I look over my shoulder to protest. But the moment his big hands grip my ass cheeks and spread me apart, my voice comes out less than convincing.

“I’m filthy. Let me wash first.”

Jason grunts, the tone suggesting that my request is likely to be ignored. Instead, he reaches up a hand, palm out. I pass him a washcloth and the small bottle of body wash the hotel provides, trying not to be embarrassed.

This man has had his fingers, cock, and tongue inside my asshole. He’s the one that wrecked it in the first place. This is fine.

Still, I flinch when the soapy cloth rubs over my sore flesh. My discomfort lasts less than seconds, forgotten entirely when Jason’s free hand reaches up to soap up my dick while he washes me. He’s thorough, making me moan as he lathers soap up and down my shaft, rubbing the cloth up and down my crack, soaping up my balls. He pays close attention to my piercings, making me moan and arch my back.

Once all the soap is rinsed away, I’m almost disappointed to be clean. But then his mouth is on me, kissing along my hole, tonguing my guiche, and giving the head of my cock a small suck while his hands fiddle with something I can’t see. His mouth leaves me, and I look down to see the ice bucket on the shower floor, just before a shock of cold against my asshole makes me shout.

Jason chuckles, pulling back to pop another chunk of ice into his mouth. He chews it, then licks his deliciously cold tongue over my sore hole again. My forehead falls to the tile, whimpering at the soothing yet erotic sensation. Just as I get used to his cold tongue, he holds an ice cube in his mouth and rolls it down my crack, pushingit just inside my rim. I cry out, hating and loving it at the same time. The ice cube is shockingly cold, but the melting water that drips down my balls is fucking delicious.

My cock is throbbing, but every time I reach for it, Jason bats my hand away. Finally, he turns me around, his hand pumping my cock, the friction and hot water heating my skin. His cool tongue laves over my balls, sucking each one into his cold mouth in turn, then licking up my hot shaft. His beard scratches against my sensitive flesh, adding another level of sensation that makes me shudder. Another piece of ice disappears into his mouth before wrapping his lips around my cockhead and swirling the chewed ice around it with his tongue.

The contrasting sensations of hot water and his cold mouth are driving me to new heights. After so many orgasms in one night, I shouldn’t be able to get hard at all, much less be this close to the edge in mere minutes of this delicious torture. But it’s so good.

My fingers rake through his short hair, gripping him tightly as I grow closer to losing control. His mouth opens wide and relaxes, and I take what he’s offering. My hips thrust wildly, fucking into his throat with abandon. An orgasm crests, the first pump of cum shooting down his throat before he pulls back to catch it on his tongue. It shoots wildly, a stream coating his face in milky white.

“Oh, shit,” I pant, stroking the rest of my orgasm out all over his face and tongue. “That’s really… Fuck.”

He’s pumped me full of his cum and watched it leaking out of me. He’s made me hold it in my mouth to show him. He’s marked my ass, chest, back, and face just like this. And I’ve gotten off on it just as much as he did. Now I’m getting to experience it from the other side and I am one hundred percent hypnotized seeing his face covered in my cum. It’s easily one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Jason wipes his eyes and licks his fingers like he just enjoyed a decadent meal before standing up. He leans in close, knowing full well how much space that image is going to take up, living rent free in my head.

“Now imagine it leaking out of my ass,” he murmurs, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.

My eyes widen, and I nearly choke. He smirks and dips his head under the water to rinse away the rest of the mess. By the time he’s out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist, I’m still gaping.

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