Page 60 of The Try Line
She stops in front of us, one hand firmly on her hip, eyes making an attempt to escape into the back of her head with the force of her eye roll. “Really, Mik?”
“What?” I ask incredulously, my voice raspy from how hard Jason took my throat in the car after I teased him with a piece of ice for too long.
“You two couldn’t be a little more obvious, could you?” Her stern, pointed gaze drags up and down each of us with a mix of judgement and reluctant amusement.
Jason and I very purposefully don’t make eye contact. Jason shrugs and tries to hold back a grin, but fails.
“You’re incorrigible,” Janel huffs at her brother. She snaps a towel at us both, shooing us upstairs to make ourselves decent before we join the party outside.
The moment we escape into one of the upstairs bathrooms, we burst out laughing.
“We should have known we wouldn’t be able to escape to clean up before anyone saw us,” Jason says through his laughter. He doesn’t look too out of the ordinary, outside of his cheeks being more flushed than usual and sweat rings starting to soak through his button-down shirt.
I, however, look wrecked. My long hair is tied back in a messy bun, emphasis on messy where Jason’s hands did a number on it. My lips and eyes are red and puffy from the face fucking I took just before coming in here. Worst of it all, though, is the very obvious wet spot darkening the front of my jeans.
Jason pulls a washcloth and hair dryer out of the cabinet, gesturing for me to hand him the offending garment.
“This is your fault, you know,” I tell him, unzipping my pants.
Jason’s gaze traces over the ink on my exposed biceps and down to where my jeans are open and sitting low on my hips, showing off the tangle of pubic hair that Jason likes me to keep untamed. I’d already removed my underwear to attempt to mitigate the worst of thedamage after we figured it was too late for us to go home and change again. Especially considering that we’d already been home and rutted against each other like animals until our suits were ruined and we were already running behind.
Quirking his lips, he takes a step towards me. “You’re right. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have fucked your mouth so good you came all over yourself.” His tone is mocking, but the low timbre of his voice makes my skin erupt with goosebumps.
He dips a finger between my skin and the jeans, inching them down. My cock twitches, and I marvel at how I’ve gotten off twice in less than an hour and I still want more. I’ll never get enough of this man.
Jason kisses me softly and murmurs against my lips. “How about I make it all better and clean up the mess I made?”
My eyes roll back as the larger-than-life man that I’ve been in love with since I was fifteen years old lowers to his knees. His sky-blue eyes stay locked on mine, looking up at me as he sucks my rapidly filling cock into his mouth.
He shows me no mercy, sucking me so hard and fast that our entire lives flash before my eyes. The day I met him, the years we spent holding back from each other, the short time I had him before losing him. The day he came back, and the inevitable magnetic pull to each other. Almost losing him again. And finally, the resolve to do what was right forus. To claim what already belonged to us from the beginning, if only we’d opened our eyes.
He is mine and I am his. Forever.