Page 54 of The Try Line

"Feels good," I assure him, then grin. "Feels big."

He chuckles but gives me a meaningful look. "Really big."

Stretching my head up, I take his mouth again, pushing my tongue deep inside. Reaching around him, I grip his ass in both my hands and pull him against me, encouraging him to move. He tentatively pulls almost all the way out before sliding back inside. I moan into his mouth. My hole is sore and stretched around him, but the slide of my cock between our abs combined with the overwhelming fullness of having him inside me overshadows any discomfort. Honestly, even if it did hurt, I wouldn't want him to stop. I want this. I need the connection like I need my next breath.

Mik is trembling, alternating between kissing me and resting his forehead against mine as he slowly but firmly thrusts into me.

"Fuck, Jay. I'm not going to last. You feel…Fuck."

Raising my hips experimentally, I meet his next thrust, encouraging him to let go. He huffs out a curse and readjusts himself so my legs are draped over his arms and my ass is raised. My hand slides up and down my shaft, missing the heat of his body against me but loving that I can see his face and body while he fucks me. Using his grip onmy bent knees as leverage, he thrusts in harder, adjusting slightly with each thrust until–

"Fuck!"

"God, yes,” he groans, sounding strained with the effort of holding himself back.

He thrusts into me in the same spot, harder and faster, pegging my prostate over and over again. Each sharp thrust of his cock inside me forces unintelligible noises from my chest, the hard metal balls of his piercing lighting up all my nerve endings. My muscles tense, and my cock swells.

"I can feel you getting close," he says, breathing heavily. "You're squeezing my cock so tight. I'm going to come."

"Come inside me, Mik. I want your cum inside me."

"Fuck," he gasps. "You first. I want to feel you come while I’m inside you. Come for me, Jason. Please. Fucking. Come. On. My. Cock.Oh, God." Each punch of his hips is accompanied by another word, another grunt, another moan, another encouragement to give him what we both want.

My hand moves faster over my shaft as I furiously stroke myself.

"Oh fuck. Yes! So…shit…tight. I'm going to fucking blow, baby."

The choked sound he makes when I clench down around him pushes me over the edge, and a spine-tingling wave of the most intense pleasure I've ever felt has me arching off the bed with a silent scream. I can't breathe or make a sound, but my cock shoots off like a geyser. Warm splatters of cum splash onto my stomach and Mik's.

Mik doesn't have the same problem I have getting sound out. He's panting and moaning and grunting with abandon, talking in circles about how tight I'm squeezing his cock, milking his orgasm from him. I force my eyes open to witness Mik unloading inside me, and we lock eyes as he fucks us through our mutual climax. A single tearfalls from his left eye and gets lost in the beads of sweat rolling down his face.

He collapses over my body, squishing cum and sweat between us as our skin fuses together.

"I fucking love you," he moans as he rolls his hips, gently working us through the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life.

I still can't make words happen, but Mik is content with kissing until we're too exhausted to do more and his softened cock falls from my quivering hole. I hold him against my chest for a few moments before adjusting so he's lying next to me. His fingers trace my tattoo and then move down my abs and between my legs. Two fingers push gently inside me, and I gasp as he massages my rim. When he pulls his fingers out, he holds them up in front of himself, marveling at the cum coating his fingers.

With a smirk, I roll over on my stomach and pull my knees under me, encouraging him to look his fill. He chuckles as he sits up, but the moment he gets behind me, he nearly chokes. He runs his fingers down my ass crack, circling through the mess dripping out of my hole, before pushing them inside me again.

"That's… wow," he breathes.

“I’m yours now,” I whisper, as if I wasn’t already. As if this wasn’t just a physical manifestation of something that’s always been true.

I am his and he is mine. Forever.

CHAPTER 24

MIK

My stomach aches when I wake up to light peeking through the blinds and the bed empty next to me. I'd heard Jason get up and go into the bathroom, but I fell back asleep, assured that the alarm clock hadn't gone off yet. I thought he was coming back.

Lifting my head, I see the clock says it's just after six in the morning. Fuck. His flight leaves soon. Another pang of worry clenches my stomach and chest.

This is okay. I'll see him in a couple of days, and then we'll have to deal with long distance for a little while. We can handle this. We have to handle this. We're adults who have jobs and responsibilities. I have a family. I can’t just run away with him. There are affairs I need to put in order first. It's the right, mature decision. Being apart for a little while doesn't mean we'll be apart forever. He's not going to go back to his life and realize he doesn't need the drama of my impending divorce holding him back. The physical space between us doesn't mean anything will change. I'm not so pathetic that I can't give us both a little space to arrange our lives. I can handle this.

A note on the bedside table catches my attention. It's Jason's messyscrawl on the back of a sheet of paper, showing that the room is paid for through the weekend.

Mik,

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