Wayward Son by Shae Connor Page B

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