Page 81 of Mimosa

“Oh. I see. I have to do all the damn work around here.”

Mims giggled and pushed Sonny off him, then got out of the bed and stared down, heated right through. Sonny threw off the blanket to expose himself. Mims’s mouth filled with saliva as he let his eyes slowly move over Sonny’s gorgeous body, the lean muscles, furry chest, long legs, and of course, that beautiful dick.

“Damn. I am so lucky.”

“You’re not going to be if you’re not undressed in thirty seconds.”

“Hey! I was going to do a whole striptease for you!”

“Do it really fast or you’re not getting any dick.”

With the speed of lightning, Mims started yanking off his clothes, getting tripped up twice while taking off his pants and underwear, as he’d forgotten to take off his shoes.

Once he was breathing heavily and naked, Sonny was the one letting his eyes roam. “There. That’s better.”

“I’m too skinny.”

“I’ll fatten you up. How’s about I add a few pounds right now,” he said as he sat up fast and grabbed Mims’s hand, pulling him down on the bed and moving over him, holding him down.

“How many pounds do you think is hanging between those legs?”

“That’s not the pounds I’m talking about,” he said with a wicked grin that made his eyes twinkle. They made out for a good ten minutes, their bodies entangled, grunts and groans making a soundtrack to their love making. Somehow, Sonny got on a condom and lubed himself while all that was happening,and Mims thought crazily that he must have two or three extra hands.

When Sonny was inside him, Mims realized the pounds Sonny meant was the action, not the noun. He was pounded like a piece of raw meat under the blunt end of a meat tenderizer mallet.

Taking that hard of a fucking rocked him, jarred his very fucking bones, but god, he loved it. Holding onto Sonny for dear life, he felt his body being used, being assaulted and he keened with no words coming to him at all.

Sonny’s face went from intense to in love. He changed expressions nearly as quickly as he was fucking into Mims’s ass. It was a struggle for him, Mims knew. Since meeting Mims, life had been a struggle.

Before, he was all about his job, and after, he fell in love. Mims had gone through a similar struggle. Searching for a daddy and finding the love of a lifetime.

But when Sonny was inside him, the only struggle for either of them was when to let the orgasm, that seemed to always be on the verge, release.

Their lives together made no sense. A police officer and a criminal. An upstanding man, with principles and integrity, and a man who shook his ass on the weekends and hacked into secure websites the rest of the week for his crew of thieves.

But they were perfect for one another on some scope of existence that made little sense but made love the brightest.

When they let their orgasms have their way, Sonny’s neck corded hard, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Mims was shaking after his, and they both took a few minutes to recover.

He was sweaty, tired, pleased and ready to drop off to sleep, but that wasn’t to be. The alarm buzzed, making them both jump, and Mims got up on jelly-legs to rush to the computer room and turn on the cameras.

“It was Murphy,” he told Sonny. “The cops are here!”

“Looks like you’re stuck,” Sonny said, sounding relieved.

“No, I’m not,” Mims said. “You stay here and watch the cameras.”

“You cannot get out there in time!”

“Yeah. If I can get undressed in less than thirty seconds, I can dress as fast.”

And he did. He got dressed fast and got out of the secret room, yelling for Sonny to lock it behind him.

Running up the stairs to his floor, he got to his room and yanked off his shirt again, getting under the covers, as if he’d been sleeping.

Before five minutes had passed, there was a hard knocking on his door and he got out of bed and made his way to the door, hollering out, sleepily, “Coming! God!”

When he opened the door, a man was there, shoving a badge in his face. “We have a warrant to search the property. Stand aside.”

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