Wayward Son (12 page)

Mikey’s world shifted as Jimmy lowered him to the mattress, following him down to cover Mikey’s body with his own, never breaking their kiss. Mikey arched into Jimmy’s hardness, muscles and cock, and by the time Jimmy did end the kiss, Mikey was about to vibrate right out of his skin. The kissing and touching he’d done with Cory and Jimmy over the past few weeks felt like nothing compared to this. He wanted to come right that second but never wanted this to end. Frustration warred with arousal until he thought he’d scream from it.

“This is your night, baby,” Jimmy was saying when Mikey could focus again. Jimmy’s gaze was on Cory, who still sat next to them. “What do you want?”

Cory turned his head to pierce Mikey with his gaze. “I wanna watch you fuck Mikey. And then I want you to watch me.”

Mikey’s eyelids fell shut, and he shuddered once, head to toe.
Oh God
. Talk about zero to sixty.

The mattress shifted, and Mikey pried his eyelids open to see Jimmy hovering above him. “Are you ready for that?”

Mikey didn’t know, but he sure as hell hoped so. He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, and Jimmy chuckled.

“I’m not gonna believe you until you can look at me and tell me.”

Shit. Ask for the world, why don’t you?
Steeling himself, Mikey forced his eyes to open and his lips to part. “Yeah,” he rasped. “I’m ready.”

“Not yet,” Jimmy said, the words sounding like a vow. “But you will be.”

He closed the distance between them and took Mikey’s mouth again. Took was the only way to describe it. Mikey whimpered under the onslaught. He’d kissed Jimmy and Cory quite a bit, and a few guys and girls before them, but never before had he felt like he’d handed over every bit of control. Jimmy’s tongue invaded and conquered, leaving Mikey unable to do anything but lie there and try valiantly to meet his thrusts with his own tongue.

Distantly Mikey felt hands skimming over his body, and they couldn’t be Jimmy’s, because Jimmy had Mikey’s face held tight between his palms, turning his head to whatever angle Jimmy wanted next. Cory stripped away Mikey’s underwear, leaving him in nothing at all, but he felt no more naked than he had before. They’d already stripped him bare inside, so what difference did a little clothing make?

Jimmy gentled his kiss, finally moving away, but only to mouth his way down Mikey’s neck with little sucking kisses that sent shivers down Mikey’s spine. Jimmy let his hands wander too, skimming them along Mikey’s arms, all the way down to his hands, where he twined their fingers together and then lifted Mikey’s hands over his head to hold them down against the mattress. His grip was firm but not rough, and Mikey didn’t fight against it, though he couldn’t help squirming as Jimmy’s mouth continued moving over his skin.

He heard a soft laugh off to the side. “Doesn’t he have the most delicious mouth?” Cory’s voice was already going raspy with arousal, and they’d barely gotten started. “I swear, sometimes he can almost get me off just sucking on my nipples. He should try that on you.”

As if on cue, Jimmy wrapped his lips around Mikey’s nipple and sucked, and Mikey moaned as electricity shot through him. He writhed and gasped as Jimmy worked him over, licking and sucking and biting until both his nipples were hard and throbbing, his cock was leaking against his stomach, and a steady stream of helpless, needy noises flowed from his throat.

“I think our boy needs to take the edge off,” a voice said, and before Mikey’s brain figured out it was Cory, he’d wrapped his hand around Mikey’s dick and stroked him hard and fast, and in seconds he was coming so hard he felt like he was turning inside out. His eyes watered and his ears rang, and strong hands still held him in place as he panted and shivered with aftershocks.

“There.” Cory sounded properly self-satisfied. “Now maybe he’ll hold out long enough to get fucked a little before he comes again.”

“And again, if I’ve got anything to say about it.” Jimmy finished speaking against Mikey’s lips and kissed him again, deep and lush, stealing the breath Mikey had just started to get back. When he pulled back, he locked his gaze with Mikey’s and gave him a dirty grin. “Grab the lube and a rubber, babe,” he told Cory. “We’re just getting started with this one.”

Jimmy released Mikey’s hands and then rubbed his palms across them, loosening up the muscles where Mikey had clamped down hard in his orgasm. Jimmy sat back then and nudged Mikey’s legs before helping him shift up to lie full-length on the bed, head on the pillows. Then Jimmy moved between Mikey’s legs, slid his hands under Mikey’s knees, and pushed them apart and up toward Mikey’s chest. Mikey fought against the urge to yank his legs back down, throw his hands over his crotch, hide himself from the knowing, lustful glint in Jimmy’s eyes.

“You are just too perfect, honey,” Jimmy said, glancing up at Mikey from under his lashes. “All soft and smooth and pale.” He bent down and planted a wet kiss on the inside of Mikey’s thigh, a bare inch from his groin. “We are going to have a whole lotta fun together, the three of us.”

Mikey didn’t have a chance to reply, even if he could’ve managed words. Jimmy had his mouth on him, licking and sucking at the skin between his legs like he had Mikey’s chest and nipples. He rolled Mikey’s balls in his mouth, buried his nose into Mikey’s taint, and flicked the tip of his tongue against Mikey’s hole until Mikey thought he’d scream with it.

No one had ever worked him over like this. Not that he’d had a whole lot of experience, but a few furtive blowjobs and some mostly naked frottage might as well have been vestal virginity in comparison. Jimmy’s mouth seemed to be everywhere, and every square inch he touched tingled with pleasure. Mikey was suddenly glad Cory had gotten him off already, because there was no way he’d have gotten through this delicious brand of torture otherwise.

Jimmy pulled away then, leaving Mikey’s tender skin exposed to the cool air, but before he could protest, Jimmy probed his hole with a finger slick with lube. Mikey gathered enough strength to lift his head and look down his body, past his stiff-as-nails cock, to meet Jimmy’s gaze. Jimmy gave him that dirty, sexy smile that melted Mikey’s spine, and as he worked a finger inside, he growled, “I am gonna wreck this hole until you don’t know up from down.”

Mikey let his head fall back against the pillow. “Already there,” he croaked, hearing Jimmy and Cory both laugh softly in response. Cory appeared above him, and he pressed a soft kiss against Mikey’s lips.

“He’ll be gentle,” Cory promised. He grinned. “Well, he’ll start out gentle, at least. He’s not gonna hurt you.”

Mikey nodded once. “I know.” And he did. He trusted Jimmy and Cory not to overdo it, not to cause him any pain at all if they could help it, and certainly not more than he could handle. But still… he reached out and grabbed Cory’s hand. “You said you wanted to watch,” he murmured. “But I’d really like it if you watched from right here.”

Cory leaned down and kissed him again, lingering this time until Mikey broke away and sucked in a breath when Jimmy probed him with two fingers. “I’ll be right here,” Cory promised, and Mikey gave him a quick smile before his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck,” he moaned, sparks shooting through his body from where Jimmy’s fingertips rubbed inside him. Mikey knew about the prostate, even had a toy designed specifically to stimulate it in the box he kept under his bed. But God, nothing had ever felt like this, Jimmy giving him just the right amount of pressure, making tight little circles over his gland. How in the hell did he just know?

“Gonna open you up now,” Jimmy said, his tone almost conversational, a stark contrast to the way he was making Mikey feel. “Get you ready for my cock. Slide it all the way in and bend you in half and fuck you right to oblivion.”

“God.” He said it out loud this time. “Please. Jimmy. Just….” Mikey squirmed and moaned when Jimmy added a third finger, and even though he knew he’d be glad for the stretching when fingers were replaced with cock, Mikey thought he’d die if he didn’t get fucked
right fucking now
.

“I’ve got you.” Cory actually lifted Mikey up, sliding part of the way behind him so he could wrap one big arm around Mikey’s chest. “We’ll take good care of you.” He kissed Mikey’s cheek, and Mikey grabbed Cory’s arm with both hands and turned his head to nuzzle into the side of Cory’s neck.

“S’good,” Mikey mumbled. “S’so good.” He knew his words were garbled, but he was too far gone to care.

“I know.” Cory kissed his temple. “It’s gonna get even better.”

Jimmy laughed. “Oh, it’s about to get a hell of a lot better.” He pulled his fingers free, drawing a soft gasp from Mikey, and extracted a condom from somewhere. Mikey had totally missed where the lube and condom came from, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Jimmy was sheathing and slicking up his beautiful dick. The beautiful dick that was about to be inside Mikey, and oh God, he was going to either come or die, he wasn’t sure which. Maybe both.

And then Jimmy pressed the head of that dick against Mikey’s hole and pressed in, and Mikey thought he was dying. It was hard, hot, and inescapable, and with every inch Jimmy pressed in, Mikey tightened his grip on Cory’s arm until Mikey’s fingers ached and Jimmy’s hips touched Mikey’s ass.

“Relax, sweetie.” Cory’s words were all liquid and warmth, spoken softly against Mikey’s ear. “Let it happen. We’re not gonna let you down.”

With effort Mikey loosened his hold on Cory and concentrated on releasing the tension in the rest of his body. He knew when he’d hit the right combination because Jimmy slipped in just a bit farther, and the twinge of an ache in his ass bloomed into something deeper.

Something amazing.

“Ohhhhhhh.” The word came out barely louder than a sigh, but it echoed in Mikey’s head in rhythm with the slow grind of Jimmy’s hips. His cock moved inside Mikey, gentle but insistent, drawing out every inch of pleasure. Mikey pulled one hand free from Cory’s arm and reached out to brace against Jimmy’s shoulder, and Jimmy lifted his gaze from their joined bodies. He ran his tongue across his front teeth and tilted his head to one side.

“You ready for more, darlin’?”

No
, Mikey thought, but he nodded anyway. He might not be ready for it, but he needed it. And boy, did he ever get it.

Cory tightened his arm across Mikey’s chest, and Jimmy slid his arms under Mikey’s knees, using the leverage to tilt Mikey’s hips back and up off the mattress. Another moment for Jimmy to adjust his position, and then he pulled out halfway and thrust back in hard, hard enough to burn, hard enough that Mikey was glad he had Cory to brace him because Jimmy didn’t let up, he just kept fucking him, hard and fast and so fucking good. Mikey’s fingers and toes curled, and his body wound itself tighter and tighter until he thought he would explode.

And then he did, coming hard, his body beyond his control, totally at the mercy of Jimmy and Cory and the orgasm they ripped out of him. It didn’t matter that Jimmy had been the one fucking him. They’d seduced him together, cradled his body between them, and as Mikey started to come back to himself, they were both there, soothing him, stroking him, kissing him and each other.

Jimmy moved, and a sharp but brief pain hit Mikey’s ass as Jimmy’s cock left him. Mikey groaned and curled onto his side, where he encountered a muscular chest his brain eventually recognized as Cory’s. A soft chuckle came from behind him. “Yeah, I think he liked that,” Jimmy said.

“Can’t imagine he enjoyed it more than I did.” Cory kissed Mikey’s temple and skimmed his hands over Mikey’s body, which still shivered with aftershocks. “I went off like a geyser right along with him. Don’t know if I can even get it up again after that. I’ll get my turn next time.”

Mikey would’ve objected, would’ve said he didn’t want Cory to give up what he wanted on his account, but even if he could have formed the words, his body clenched at the thought. Yes, being fucked had been amazing, but as he recovered from his climax, the soreness was registering.
Walk before you run
, Mikey thought, and he giggled.

Jimmy pressed his warm body pressed against Mikey’s back. “Something funny there, baby doll?”

Mikey couldn’t decide whether to shrug or shake his head, so he did both. “Just….” He cleared his throat. “Kinda on overload, I think?”

Cory laughed. “You and me both, honey.” He kissed Mikey’s face again. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Jesus.” He snuggled closer. “Fucking you might just kill me.”

“But what a way to go?” Mikey felt more than heard Jimmy’s laugh. “He is amazing, that’s for sure. Felt soooo damn good inside.”

Mikey smiled as his eyelids drifted shut. He didn’t know that he’d done anything to deserve their praise, but as long as they were happy, he was happy. And the way his body still sung with pleasure didn’t hurt things one bit.

“G
OOD
MORNING
,
sunshine.”

Cory smiled at Mikey from beside the coffeemaker, which was slowly decanting the elixir of life into the glass pot. Mikey didn’t even remember falling asleep the night before, but he’d woken up to Jimmy softly snoring on one side of him and cool sheets on the other. After a very much necessary bathroom stop, including a good rinse from the bottle of mouthwash on the vanity, he followed his nose to the kitchen.