“Oh, I will,” Mickey promised, stroking himself slowly.
Fuck. Yeah. They were gonna fuck right there. Right there on the glass.
Mickey had a small bottle of lube in his jacket—because of course he did—and with a quick swipe over his dick, he was pushing right inside of Roger’s ass. Roger made the most lovely sounds, deep and needy, and his hand smacked against the glass.
“There we go,” Mickey growled. “I’m gonna show them what a pretty little slut you are… let them know how much you love getting fucked.”
“God, yes!” Roger pleaded, cackling breathlessly when Mickey pounded into him. “Give it to me, master. Fuck, please! Yes!”
“Christ,” Noah hissed as he rocked back in Alistair’s lap. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on before, and his entire body was aching, his pulse pounding up in his ears and down between his legs. “That’s so fuckin’ hot. Oh my God.”
“Tell me, Noah.” Alistair slid his tongue over the edge of Noah’s ear. “Would you like to come now?”
“Yes. Yes, sir. Please. Yeah.” Noah was almost shaking.
“And how would you like to come, hmm?”
“Mmm. I want…” Noah was mesmerized by Mickey’s thrusting hips, and he gritted his teeth together as a wave of lust washed over him. “I want to come on your cock, sir.”
“Right here?” Alistair was definitely smiling.
“Yes, sir. Please, Daddy. Can we do that?” Noah hadn’t thought about bringing along any supplies, and any emergency stock would be in his car that was currently full of illegal drugs somewhere. “I mean, do we have…?”
“Here,” Mickey said.
Something flew across the room, and Alistair caught it. He opened his palm to reveal a small sachet of lube.
“Amateurs.” Mickey chuckled, turning his attention back to Roger.
“Much obliged, Mickey.” Alistair smiled at Noah. “Well then. Still want to come on my cock, dear Noah?”
“Fuck, yes.” Noah moaned softly. “I want it. I wanna ride you while they fuck, please.”
“Of course.” Alistair patted Noah’s hip. “Stand up for a moment.”
Noah’s legs were shaking as he rose, and Alistair pulled his pants and underwear down around his knees. There was a quick rustle of movement, and then Alistair’s strong hands were pulling Noah back into his lap. The head of Alistair’s cock made him groan, slick with lube and hot, pressing up against his hole.
“Slowly,” Alistair urged. “Take your time… open up for me.”
Noah gasped as Alistair slipped in, the head passing inside him as smoothly as silk. His body stretched open so easily at first, but he had to pause when it became too much. Alistair was thick, and Noah was struggling to take him like this.
But fuck, how he wanted him.
Holding onto the coffee table to support himself, Noah forced himself to sink down and take on more, crying out at the burn. He rocked his hips to ease the ache, determined to take every fat inch. Watching Mickey and Roger rutting against the window spurred him on, and Noah didn’t stop until he was sitting flush in Alistair’s lap.
“Good boy,” Alistair praised, surprisingly breathless. He grabbed Noah’s hips and squeezed down. “Such a very good boy.”
Noah gave himself a few quick breaths to adjust, and then he leaned back to begin bouncing on Alistair’s cock. Using his legs to power his movements, he slammed himself down ferociously. Alistair felt even bigger in this position, and the quick thrusts bordered on too much. It ached, it hurt, but fuck, it was incredible.
Every time his ass collided with Alistair’s body, the sting of the welts lit up Noah’s skin. He wondered if that’s what Roger felt like as Mickey fucked him so mercilessly, and Noah was soon moving in the same frantic rhythm they were.
His thighs were trembling, and he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He was fucking Alistair right alongside Mickey and Roger going at it, and it was beyond liberating. He was free to do whatever he wanted with Alistair, right here in front of them, and God, it was so fuckin’ good. Alistair’s cock was hitting all the sweet little nerve endings deep inside of him, and he never wanted to stop.
Alistair’s hands were moving all across his body, urging him to keep going. He reached beneath Noah’s shirt to tease his nipples and pinch them with one hand, sliding the other over his stomach and squeezing his balls. “There you go. That’s my good boy. Keep riding Daddy’s cock, just like that. Such a sweet boy for me, mmm… come on…”
“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Noah panted. “Fuck… I love your fuckin’ dick.” He tilted forward, catching himself on the coffee table like before and grinding back slowly. “Ohhh,yeah… fuck.”
Alistair fanned his hands over Noah’s ass, digging his nails in as he held Noah down on his cock. “There, my boy… mmm… just like that…”
