15. Jason

CHAPTER 15

JASON

Three times over the course of the night, I make good on his promise and mine. I'm not sure how he manages to keep taking me. I know his ass must be sore. We made it into the guest shower once to rinse off because we got overheated, and I ended up throat fucking Mik against the shower wall. I've never been so wrung out in my life, but I keep waking up every few hours, hard and wanting, and finding him the same way.

A sheen of sweat and cum covers us both, and the room is stifling. We finally put a little space between us, just to try to cool off. Mik is currently sleeping at one end of the sofa. He's on his stomach, arms folded under his head, one leg hanging off the edge. He basically fell asleep in the last position I fucked him in, and I passed out watching my cum drip out of his ass. I'm not sure where the plug went. It might have rolled under the couch or something, but it's too dark to find it and neither of us has the energy to search. It's a shame to waste any, but it was strangely fulfilling to watch it leak out of him. My caveman brain loves seeing my mark on him. Marks , really. There are bite marks and hickeys all over his back and ass. Only a few of them are truly visible, since much of his skin is covered in dark ink, but I know where they are. There's a particularly dark imprint of my teeth on his right ass cheek that I suggested he get tattooed there, so he'll always remember he's mine.

I should stop saying things like that. But he is mine. He's always been mine.

I want him to be mine.

Driven by my possessive thoughts, I crawl forward. Lightly peppering the backs of his thighs with gentler kisses than I've given him so far tonight, I kiss my way up to his perfect, round butt. He mentioned the other day that he thought he'd let himself go, but I think he's perfect. There's more of him than there was when we were teenagers. More muscle, more jiggle, more everything. Funny enough, the parts of him he thinks are lacking are the parts I like best. His ass being my particular favorite. And the love handles that will be bruised for weeks with how hard I've dug my fingers in while gripping him hard so he can't get away from me.

The way his leg hangs over the side keeps him spread. In the light of the battery-operated candle I moved closer so I could inspect his asshole after I filled it up, I can see that it's still wet. It glimmers in the candlelight, making it look tantalizingly edible. I've never eaten someone's ass after I used it. Hell, I've never actually come inside anyone besides him. I didn't even consider using a condom with him. The idea is offensive. I've fallen prey to the primal need to mark him from the inside out, to make him mine. Fuck, I wish I could knock him up the way he knocked up my sister. That way, I could keep him tied to me for life.

Mik's ass flexes under my touch as I kiss along the bottom of his left buttock and down to the two little metal studs of desire. He said it's called a guiche, but to me it's just a sex button. I think it turns me on more than it does him, thus the moan I muffle into his taint when I press my lips to it. My tongue flicks out, feeling the warm metal balls and tasting our combined releases. Probably mostly mine, considering it's been leaking out of him for hours. I'm strangely not put off by it. In fact, I'm pretty into the idea of tasting myself on his skin. I suck the piercing clean and he moans, shifting as he starts to wake. I'm kind of curious what my sister thinks about these piercings, but I'm not about to ask. I'm going to avoid talking or even thinking about her. I'm putting it into a little box and burying it deep, deep down to deal with later. I'm purposefully procrastinating my guilt.

"What are you doing?" he asks sleepily, wiggling against my face.

"Nothing, you can go back to sleep." I pat his ass.

"I can't sleep when your mouth is on me like that." He doesn't sound upset about it. Every time he's woken up to me molesting him, he's just rolled with it. He wakes up ready and willing, letting me take him over and over.

Each time I think I should hold back, that I'm getting in too deep, that I'm hurting him, that I'll never come back from this. At this point my dick is chafed, and his body bears the evidence of my lack of restraint. But I can't get enough.

I nip gently at him and prop myself up on my elbows. My thumbs run up the creases where his thighs meet his body, and up to his ass. I spread his cheeks wider, thoroughly exposing his red, abused asshole.

"You've got to be sore," I mutter, rubbing my thumb over it gently. "But goddamn, I love seeing your hole wet and used like this."

Mik twitches at my touch. "I love it, too."

Fuck me. "Were you always a filthy pervert?"

His body shakes with laughter. "Maybe. Probably. I think you would have brought it out of me, eventually."

"How do you figure?" I ask before absentmindedly tracing around his pucker with my tongue .

"Because you're a filthy pervert, and everything you do makes me so–" he gasps as I push against his hole, "–fucking hard. Mmphff. Everything you do to me feels so fucking good. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts. Nnyahh. It hurts so good," he pants. "Speaking of filthy, what are you doing?"

"Kissing you all better."

Mik writhes as I lick and suck him clean, pressing soothing kisses against him. Then I guide him to turn over so I can suck his cock. I'm bobbing up and down on his length, with him squirming beneath me, when there's a noise upstairs. A voice calls out.

"Dad?"

We both stiffen . Fuck. Jase is home.

Mik hisses and scrambles away, falling off the couch in the process. I try not to laugh, because this is not funny. It's actually terrifying, but I can't help it. In times of stress, I either laugh or glower and I've met my quota for the second option.

"I'll be right up!" he yells as he pulls on a pair of shorts. They're mine, but I don't notice until he's halfway up the stairs, and I'm standing naked in what has effectively been our sex den for the last twelve hours. And it's pretty obvious, too. There are flickering candles everywhere, which can be explained by the power outage. But the sofa cushions are tossed everywhere. There are several discarded towels soaked in varying levels of filth, an open bottle of lube, and it smells like sex. It's unmistakable. Not to mention that the couch is saturated in sweat, lube, and covered in cum stains. We did not think that through.

Okay, maybe there is a teensy chance I made Mik cum on the couch on purpose once. He sprayed all over it, and I got immense satisfaction out of dirtying up his pristine life. I'd wanted to watch him fuss and get out his special cum cleaning supplies again. But as soon as I let go of my anger, which consequently was right about the time I unloaded inside him, I let go of any urge to mess up his life. My only thought was messing up his body in the best ways possible. I made him come so many times, made him cry and beg for it. And he was so good, taking me again and again, until we're both chafed. He's the best I've ever had. Even better than I remembered, and I've been thinking about that night for all these years. I thought for sure I'd exaggerated it in my memory, but I wasn't doing it justice.

I told myself we'll stop before his family gets home, but I thought we had a little more time. I thought we'd get some warning, although now that I think of it, I have no idea where our phones are.

Mik runs back down the stairs, looking disheveled. He's holding a bright lantern, wincing at the mess. I've already removed two of the cushion covers. He gives me a curt nod and starts helping me dismantle the couch. It's fucking everywhere, so we take the covers off every cushion and stack the foam blocks against a wall. I find Mik's shorts that he discarded and put them on, since he's accidentally wearing mine. They're super tight, though.

Mik snorts. "You look like you're trying to smuggle a python."

I smirk and shrug—he's not wrong. I look down at the obvious shape of my half-hard cock. The sound of Mik's laughter has it perking up all over again.

There's a moment of silence, and I realize that we're both staring at my dick in these ridiculous shorts.

"I suppose we should trade back?"

Mik nods, and we strip the shorts off. Then we're standing there, holding our hard cocks in one hand while the shorts lay forgotten on the ground.

Mik licks his lips. "Jase is in his room, said he needed a nap. Janel will be home in about an hour. "

I nod enthusiastically, hoping against hope that he's thinking the same thing I am. One more time . I need to be inside him one more time.

Mik leads me into the office and pushes me against the door. The sound of the lock clicking might as well be a gunshot at the races, because we devour each other, both aware that this is it. This has to be the last time. It's bad enough it happened at all, but to fuck around under Janel's nose is a whole other level of wrong. Maybe we can find a hotel room… No. Stop, Jason.

I'm wrenched away from the door and pushed into the overstuffed chair. Mik swipes the bottle of lube that I tossed in here while I was trying to make things less obvious. He pours it directly onto my cock and then straddles me. Without waiting for me to spread the lube down my shaft or push any into his already overused hole, he lines himself up and sinks down. His eyes screw up in concentration, or maybe pain—probably both.

"Jesus, Mik," I hiss, digging my fingers into his thick thighs to keep from thrusting up into him.

He groans but looks so uncomfortable I want to lift him right off again. Mik holds a hand against my shoulder and bites his lip. I feel him bear down, and he slides the rest of the way down.

I hold him there before he can move again. I pull his head down so our mouths can meet.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I ask against his lips.

Mik shifts and lifts himself up before pushing back down again. "It hurts so good," he whispers.

Fuuuuck.

His hands lock behind my neck, and I keep one hand around his, keeping his mouth close. We pant into each other's mouths and intermittently kiss and lick at each other as Mik moves up and down my cock. He starts slowly, rolling his hips and making me feel every ripple of muscle as he takes me in. Then he rides me a little faster, a little harder, until he's bouncing on my cock and breathing out staccato moans. My fingers dig into his ass and my hips flex, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Oh fuck," he whines, throwing his head back.

"So fucking good," I pant against his throat. "So fucking perfect."

I suck on his Adam's apple, feeling the vibrations of his moans as he gets closer and closer to release. My heavy balls draw up, knowing they're about to be drained, milked from my cock like a machine.

"I can't last. I'm gonna come."

"God, yes," he cries, his cock bouncing between us, leaking. "Please," he whispers. I wrap my hand around his straining cock and give him what he needs, leaning forward to suck a nipple into my mouth. I bite down gently on the barbell, and Mik shudders, his orgasm coating my hand. At the first pulse of his ass clenching around me, I unload, muffling a shaky moan into his chest. He rides me through our orgasms, not stopping until the aftershocks have passed and his thighs are shaking. Carefully, I lift him up and turn him around. I nudge the ottoman over between my feet and guide Mik to bend over and brace his hands on it.

His perfect ass is on display right in front of my face, his strong thighs trembling on either side of mine. I lean forward to lick the back of his ball sack, loving the way his spent dick twitches at my touch.

"Bear down," I rasp.

"This is depraved," he whines, but I'm too busy watching his asshole gape to bother responding. He flexes, and I watch in fascination as his hole protrudes a little before a stream of cum falls out, dripping onto my lap .

"Fucking hell," I groan. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

Mik huffs an embarrassed laugh, but bears down again, forcing more cum to trickle out of him. He yelps in surprise when I lick a broad stroke up his ass and then wrap my lips around his ass and suck.

"Fuck, Jay. I– Oh fuck ."

I end up bending him over the ottoman and fucking him again because how can I not after that little show? I want to put a plug in his ass and make him keep me inside him, but it's obvious how much he's hurting after the pounding I just made him take. He begged for it, though. He likes it.

It hurts so good.