Page 19 of Mimosa (Murphy's Pub #2)

Chapter Nineteen

For some reason, after he’d seen Sonny, the rest of the night was pure fun. He danced like he weighed less than a feather, tossed bottles more and higher than he ever had and even let Goldie place him on his shoulders so he could catch bottles Hippy threw up to him.

When he was finished, instead of being dead tired like usual, he was energized. After gathering his tips, he grabbed Sonny’s hand and yanked him all the way to his room, slamming the door and pushing Sonny against it.

Sonny chuckled darkly, “Oh, it’s like that, huh?”

“It’s like that. I want to fuck all night, and then some more in the morning.”

“I think I can oblige that,” he said before kissing Mims deeply, grabbing his hips and pulling him close.

Mims sunk into him, taking the kiss and kissing back harder. He felt free for the first time in his life and he wanted to celebrate.

No more guilt or sorrow over his family’s estrangement. There was no cloud hanging over him, and his body felt that. The need for Sonny was never so powerful.

He took Sonny’s hands and walked backwards so he could continue to stare into Sonny’s dark eyes, his seductive glance making Mims break out in sweat.

A lick of those luscious lips had Mims panting like some furry dog in the middle of the August sun. Sonny let go of his hands and pushed him to the bed, climbing over him and holding his wrists above his head, growling, “All mine tonight. My sweet, beautiful boy.”

“My hot, not so old daddy,” he said, laughing while Sonny nodded slowly, his lips curling into a sneer.

“I’m gonna show you how much I missed you.”

Mims was smiling from ear to ear as he whispered, “Miss me a whole lot?”

“You tell me.”

They started out by kissing, and not simply a normal makeup session. No. Sonny was in complete control, rolling him to the side, over him, under him…and when he was under Sonny, Sonny grinded on him like he was doing the same dirty dancing the guys had done that night in the bar, making the crowd crazy.

Mims tried to do the same when he was on top, but Sonny held his hips still and from under Mims, did more grinding.

He was possibly the sexiest man that had ever lived. Every movement he made was pure sex, every look on his handsome face, his dark, dramatic eyes…

He started to take off Mims’s clothes, and still managed to hold Mims down while he did it. When Mims was in nothing more than his briefs, Sonny stood from the bed and undressed agonizingly slowly, all the while staring down at him as if he were keeping Mims pinned to the bed with only his eyes.

That beautiful dick was uncovered and Mims’s mouth filled with saliva, and all he wanted was to taste him, feel that cock stretching his throat.

It was thick, veiny, dark, almost purple once it was filled with blood, like it was in that moment. So full Mims could almost see the entire thing pulsing, a throb that would soon be inside him.

“Let me…let me taste you…”

“Want to have me in your mouth, Mims?”

He nodded hard and smiled in a shy way.

Sonny lay on the bed next to Mims and Mims moved quickly to lean over Sonny’s cock, slurping it into his mouth, slathering saliva all over it while he peered brazenly into Sonny’s heated glare.

His tongue swatted at Sonny’s cock, teasing, and the dark chuckling that rumbled from the man told Mims it was working.

When he finally set his mouth over that delicious cock, he slid down to his throat and pushed more until his throat was filled with it, cutting off his air and heavily activating his gag reflex.

Mims could suppress that, however, and he plunged it deep enough to take it all before he slid back up, his tongue flat against that staff.

It was sexy, watching Sonny enjoy his blowjob. He smiled like he was having the best time, and his hand petted Mims’s hair, fingers pinching his cheek a little before he chuckled again, and that deep sound vibrated through him.

Mims loved to make a man squirm by sucking his dick. He’d always excelled at it, and that night was no exception. He pressed his lips firmly on the staff, flicked his tongue over Sonny’s piss hole, lapping up the precum that poured from the top like delicious lava.

“Up,” Sonny finally said. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”

“Shame. I love to swallow.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he said while he pulled Mims on the bed and covered him with his entire body. “Dirty little slut for me, huh?”

“Yeah. The dirtiest.”

“Good. I like my slut to be nice and dirty.”

Mims was kissed deeply, Sonny’s hands sliding up his arms until they held Mims’s wrists tightly to the bed. He wiggled beneath Sonny, but Sonny didn’t seem to notice as he began to suck a mark on Mims’s throat.

“Sonny, please, fuck me now.”

“Shh.”

He laughed and tried to wiggle more, but it was no use. Sonny was in control, and Mims didn’t mind. He would always give Sonny control over him sexually. He was a pure dominant, in words and actions. The way he kissed, the way he fucked, the way he spoke, he screamed it without raising his voice a bit.

By the time Sonny got a condom on his dick and was pushing inside of Mims, Mims was whining with need. He was full, his ass filled with Sonny’s cock and yet he didn’t have enough. He wanted more, wanted Sonny to just engulf him completely, taking him so fully, he would just become a part of him.

Keening, clawing, Mims let his neck arch, his eyes rolling back, and Sonny took advantage, scraping his teeth across the flesh of his throat, then he bit, and Mims let out a wail that didn’t last long, as Sonny slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t make everyone think I’m killing you in here.”

After he said that, he punctuated it with a hard slam inside him and he bit Mims’s neck again, sucking there, marking him. Mims knew why. Despite knowing that the men at the pub were friends, Sonny felt the need to mark his territory.

Mims was fine with that. To have a guy that wanted him so fully, it didn’t cease to make him happier than he’d ever thought he could be.

Their bodies sweating made Sonny slide over him, but it didn’t slow him down any. If nothing else, he used what leverage he had to fuck into Mims faster, grunting every other thrust. Pounding into him, jarring him, Mims thought he’d shake apart.

Holding him around the neck, it felt as if he was holding onto his life. Sonny was his life, and it was perfectly clear, the one thing that he was missing wasn’t a family. He’d proven he had a family, as weird as that still was. He needed Sonny, the other part of him, the other piece of a puzzle that had been incomplete all his life.

“Love you. Love you so much, Sonny,” he whispered, and Sonny slowed his thrusts, kissing him tenderly.

“I love you too, Mims.”

“Ali. Call me Ali, just for now, just…for me.”

Sonny kissed over his face as he whispered, “Ali, my beautiful baby. Ali, the only man I want in the entire world.”

Mims felt so warm, so loved. It had been forever since he’d felt half that good. He was in love. He was loved and wanted and the world was somehow brighter.

Sonny came inside him, and even though there was a condom to catch it, the heat of it penetrated the condom, like his insides were on fire.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.”

Mims kissed his throat and said, “You’re pretty cute, too.”

“I am covered in your cum,” Sonny said as he ran a hand over his abdomen.

“I didn’t even notice that I came. I was so…it was all so good.”

“Damn. I’m gonna get a big head.”

Mims cuddled up closer. “Don’t shower yet.”

“You’re coming with me when I do.”

“Sounds good. Saving water and all that green stuff.”

Sonny chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “You’re the sweetest thing. I really needed this. Just to be near you and your goodness.”

“Has it been that bad?”

“These dudes are…fucking horrible. I’m not going to tell you anything about it. Not because of anything more than…Mims, baby, you don’t need to see it in your head. It would taint you.”

“Sonny, what about you?”

“I asked for this job. I asked for this, to get them. I expected this kind of thing, but to actually see it, live through it, it’s a lot different. No one can be ready for this. How they’re doing these things and for real doing them, I can’t fathom.”

“They’re evil. There are evil people in the world. Money brings it out in them every single time. My own family gave up their religion because being American and Christian gave them more money. My father almost changed our last names. Not saying changing religions is evil, but the reason? And that is on the smaller end of things. On the other side are millions of people who just follow money like it will cure all the things in their lives that suck.”

Sonny nodded and kissed him tenderly. “You’re rich, from doing things, Mims. I’m not saying you’re evil. I know you’re not.”

“Even before Cosmo came and wanted us to start doing more for our neighbors and people who need stuff, we always fed people for free, we helped people all the time. Not on the scale we do now, but we did. And I’m not doing it for the money so much as just to be with my friends, help them.” He shook his head and laughed, admitting, “Okay, that was a big bunch of excuses.”

“Good ones, though.”

“Yeah, money makes things easier. I was out on my ass without a cent when my dad kicked me out. Money, back then, would have made all the difference. Money isn’t evil, per se, but it can make people evil pretty quick.”

“Or bring out the evil that was already there, just hidden.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Mims loved waking up next to Sonny. The man was even hot in his sleep. Those dark lips were parted, letting him shallowly breathe from his mouth, and one hand lay over his abdomen while the other was behind his head.

Leaning on his elbow, Mims stared along every bit of him that was uncovered, right down to his dark pubes.

How he’d gotten so lucky, he’d never know. Forever staring down at men he barely liked, never was physically attracted to and mostly hated. They all treated him like a hooker, though he never made them pay for things.

Finally, a man that was perfect, good, hot. He was a lucky man.

He went to the bathroom, then padded to the kitchen to get coffee. Like usual, Goldie had been up and made the coffee. He was an early riser, even on nights after their weekend shows.

Being bookended by Goldie’s room and Hippy’s was nice, comforting. Two of the toughest guys of the lot, and he was in between them, protected, or at least that was how he felt.

Goldie, the big, strong one. Hippy, the one with the guns. He never worried he’d be hurt, but with Sonny in his room with him? He was invincible.

“Hey, Mimsy,” Goldie said as he strolled into the retro common area. After hopping on the counter near the coffee maker, he asked, “How was last night?” as his brows wiggled.

“You did not hear!”

“I did! I really did!”

Mims slapped his leg and it hurt his hand more than it hurt Goldie. “Damn! Why are you so…so hard?”

“Because I work at it. Keep up that workout like last night and you’ll be almost as ripped as me.”

“Ugh, gawww, I hate you!”

“Nah. You love me. And you sure do loooove Sonny.”

Mims giggled and put sugar in his coffee. “I do.”

“Love looks good on you, Mims.”

“Does it?”

“It really does. Got some color in those cheeks, and I’ll bet those aren’t the only cheeks a little red this morning.”

“You’re so gross!”

Cosmo came in through the door that led to the Murphy household and whined, “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“Goldie was supposed to meet me in Murphy’s fifteen minutes ago.”

“Sorry. I was giving Mims hell for the sex last night.”

Cosmo immediately lost his annoyance. “Oh? Good, was it?”

“You should have heard.”

Cosmo came over and poked his neck. “Love bites. Nice.”

He’d forgotten all about those. “This isn’t some locker room, you children.”

Ignoring the scolding, Goldie told Cosmo, “That man must have some meat between his legs. The noises Mims was making…”

Cosmo laughed and asked Mims, “Any thoughts on that, Mr. Mimosa?”

“Yeah. He’s hung like a horse and knows how to use it,” he bragged.

“Thanks,” Sonny said from the doorway.

Mims groaned and then glared at his friends. “Thanks a lot!”

“We didn’t see him either,” Cosmo said then to Sonny, informed, “We were giving Mims hell. It’s part of our charm.”

“Perfectly fine with me,” he said as he walked over and kissed Mims. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

“Morning,” Mims sighed.

Sonny nodded to the others, “Morning.”

“Good morning, stud,” Goldie said.

Sonny kissed Mims again and whispered, “Go get in the shower. I’ll be there in a minute. Just gonna get some coffee.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.”

*****

As soon as he was gone, Cosmo told Sonny, “That was slick. You obviously wanted to talk to us alone.”

“Listen,” Goldie said, “we were just teasing him.”

“No, that’s fine, and yes, I wanted to speak to the two of you. I, uh…I might have to leave for a while and I want to make sure that you all know I’m not leaving him.”

Cosmo’s eyes narrowed at him. “Oh? Is that so?”

“I…fucked up a little. They have me in charge of the young men they’re pimping out, because, well, they know I’m gay. These guys are barely legal, taken from colleges, mostly, some were on the streets. But…I, uh, I’m not pushing them to do all that the cartel wants them to do. I’m taking care of them and I…I helped one get away.”

“Damn,” Goldie said, hopping off the counter. “Can’t say I blame you, but that is a spotlight to those dicks.”

“It is, and I’m afraid that I’m in their crosshairs now. I just can’t do it. The things they’re doing to those guys and women, feeding them drugs to keep them pliant. Cosmo, I’m seeing Taran today, but after…”

“So what do you want us to do?” Goldie asked.

“When and if I need to leave, you have to make sure he knows that once they’re busted, I’m coming back to him.”

Cosmo shook his head. “No. Fuck no. You tell him.”

“Oh, I’m going to! I wanted us to have a great night, just in case it’s the last for a while. But you know, when someone’s gone, a person can start to think terrible things. And I swear to you, his family, I love him. I truly love him.”

Both relented from the way they’d puffed up in defense of Mims. That told Sonny that his guy was in good hands. “No worries. We’ll make sure he’s okay,” Cosmo said. “He…he’s a sweetheart.”

“He is and he’s fragile. As tough as he wants to be, he’s fragile. I don’t want him to hurt more than necessary.”

“Why do you have to leave completely?” Goldie asked. “We know a lot of people around the city. We can hide you better than the cops.”

“Especially with other cops looking for you. Best find the friends in low places to hide you.”

“That won’t sell me out?”

Goldie said, “I think we have just the place. But, you know, find out what’s going on first. Then, well, we’ll deal with it. Tell Taran to call Cosmo and we’ll set it up from there.”

“You guys are all right. Thanks.”

“Just take care of our Mims,” Goldie warned.

“He’s my highest priority.”