22. Mik

CHAPTER 22

MIK

My cock aches, but not as much as my heart does. Does this mean that he's going to give this a chance? That we're actually going to correct the mistakes of our past and be together?

Part of me wants to put an inch of space between us and ask for explicit clarification that this is really happening. That we're really happening. I want to hear the words so there can be zero room for miscommunication.

But more insistent parts of me demand to just feel him.

With our mouths locked together like we need each other's breaths to survive, Jason leads us through the room. Our kiss doesn't break, even when the backs of my legs hit the mattress, and I fall back. Jason follows me down, covering my body with his, fusing our skin together. He rolls his hips into me, sliding his long, thick shaft along mine.

We stay like that for what could be hours, rolling and writhing and touching until we're both slick with sweat and dripping pre-cum. Until our limbs are trembling and our lips are swollen and tender. Until neither of us can hold back. Until it feels like I'll die if he doesn't get inside me right now .

"Jason," I rasp, breaths heaving. "Please."

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. I am desperate .

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 just in me.

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.

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 the light 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 my shoulder 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, pushing it 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.

Holy fuck.