Fitting In, page 5
“Get up and start walking. You’re not coming until he does,” Gray commanded.
“Gray, please,” Jack pleaded.
“No.”
Mason heard what must have been Jack getting up, but he didn’t dare shift to see, not when any movement might bring more friction to his cock. He’d never been this worked up, this tormented. He needed to come right that fucking second. Yet the thought of Gray’s big strong hand cracking across his ass made him want to hold off, to see how much further the man could push him. What would it be like when they finally all came? He wasn’t sure he would survive.
Gray turned around again, and Mason closed his eyes, fighting dizziness. With each of Gray’s steps, Mason’s cock slapped against Gray and a pathetic whimper escaped him. By the time Gray set him down, he was barely aware of his surroundings. Everything centered on the ache in his dick and his need for relief.
Gray slapped his ass, partially waking him from his lust-crazed stupor. “Bend over the bed, boy.” He pushed Mason, forcing him to take a step toward the enormous bed that dominated the room. “Jack, hold his hands. We don’t want him escaping his punishment.”
Jack crawled up on the bed as Mason forced himself to obey. He lay over the end of the bed, grabbed hold of the covers, and stuck his ass out, careful not to move so close to the mattress that his cock brushed it. He was afraid that even the barest touch would make him come.
Jack took hold of his wrists and stretched his arms out straight as Gray laid a hand on his back. “Open your legs wider,” Gray demanded. He pushed at Mason’s ankles, encouraging him to widen his stance.
“Good. Do you think you can keep them apart or should I get a spreader bar?”
Gray’s words shot straight to Mason’s cock. The thought of his legs being held apart, restrained, so Gray could spank him, made him dizzy. He wanted to know how it would feel, but even more he wanted to please Gray, to be strong enough to take what Gray wanted to give. Gray was exactly what he’d fantasized about when he’d imagined submitting to a man, but somehow, he was also more. Mason didn’t want to disappoint him.
He jumped when Gray’s hand cracked against his ass. “I expect an answer.”
Mason turned his head so the mattress wouldn’t muffle his words. “I can keep them apart. I…want to…please you, sir.” His breathing was so uneven he barely got the words out.
Gray caressed Mason’s back. “Perfect. Somebody should have taken you in hand before now. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you submit.”
“God, yes,” Jack said, caressing the inside of Mason’s wrists with his thumbs. “I can’t wait to see him writhing as you punish him.”
“Do you remember your safeword?” Gray asked, his voice unsteady.
Mason shuddered at the realization Gray was just as turned on as Mason and Jack were. “Yes, sir.”
“And you will use it if you need to?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then get ready.”
Jack’s hands tightened around Mason’s wrists, and Mason braced himself.
“Relax,” Jack ordered him. “It hurts more if you’re tense.”
Mason tried to let go of some of the tension his body held but he couldn’t, he was wound too tight. He drew in a breath, trying to prepare himself. Then Gray slapped his ass hard enough to force a grunt from him.
Crack! Gray’s hand smacked Mason’s other cheek.
Heat and pain bloomed over Mason’s ass. He gasped for breath as Gray spanked him three more times in rapid succession. He writhed and cursed, fighting Jack’s hold and stamping his feet.
Jack tugged on his arms, forcing him to keep his body stretched out on the bed.
Gray paused for several seconds, long enough for Mason to get himself under control, then he spanked the sorest part of Mason’s ass, eliciting a yelp from him.
After that, the blows came at random intervals, sometimes on the same spot, sometimes alternating side to side, and sometimes falling in an unpredictable pattern.
Mason nearly bit through his lip as he fought to hold himself together. Pain and need mingled inside him until he didn’t know up from down. He shook with the intensity of what he felt, but eventually, he began to arch up, asking for more, meeting Gray’s hand.
A storm was building inside him, and he was afraid of what would happen when it broke. He knew his ass was on fire, and yet he was cocooned somewhere, separate from sensation. He was whirling, soaring, and dipping, but he was terrified he was going to fall when Gray stopped. He needed more, somehow more would help, if he could just….
The blows stopped coming. At first Mason thought Gray was just teasing him. He arched his back, begging silently for more. When he got no response, he whimpered, the sound embarrassing but impossible to stop.
Gray rubbed his hand over Mason’s ass, touching the welts his fingers had raised. Mason sucked in his breath as he began to realize how very sore his ass was, but the pain was overridden by the throbbing of his cock.
“You’ve got to let go,” Gray said.
“W-what do you mean?” Mason asked.
Jack shifted position and leaned down, bringing his mouth close to Mason’s ear. “Give in to what you need. Sink into the pain, the need, and let go. Scream for us. Curse us. Release the tension that’s threatening to tear you apart.”
He understood then. The storm inside him. They wanted him to release it, but he was too scared. He would be exposed then. Whatever was happening between them no longer seemed like a game. It was something much more serious.
“Mason?” Gray’s deep voice vibrated across his skin. Gray rubbed his back, and Jack kissed the top of his head.
“You can trust us,” Jack whispered.
Gray caressed his sore ass with featherlight strokes. “You’re so gorgeous like this. Let go, and you’ll get everything you need.”
“So scared.”
“I was too the first time he did this to me,” Jack said. “But we’re right here. We’ll catch you.”
Mason shivered as he pushed his ass out, begging again. His body knew what he needed.
Jack nipped at his ear. “We’ll fuck you when we’re done,” he said. His hot breath and wicked words made Mason’s cock jump despite his fear.
“Take some slow breaths,” Gray said as he laid his hand on Mason’s back. The comforting gesture allowed Mason to do what Gray asked. He drew air deep into his lungs and let it out slowly.
Gray bent and kissed him, right on the sorest place on his ass. The kiss was soft, tender, and Mason knew he was going to give Gray everything he wanted, no matter how scared he was of his feelings for these two men.
“You ready?” Gray asked, his voice low and soothing.
“Yes, sir.”
Gray slapped his ass, the sound reverberating in the room.
Jack drew in a sharp breath. “This is so fucking hot.”
Mason arched his back, desperate for more.
Gray gave it to him, spanking him over and over. Mason’s groans grew louder until he was crying out, cursing, screaming, begging, letting the storm loose so it could batter at all of them.
“Three more,” Gray warned him. The last blow was harder than any that had come before it. Mason screamed. Gray reached around and unsnapped the cock ring. A ball of fire rolled down his spine and exploded. Heat and light and pleasure so sharp it seemed to cut him in two pulsed through and around him as he shot his load in powerful bursts. When he was wrung dry, he slumped against the bed, panting.
Jack let him go and rubbed his wrists. Mason realized they were sore from being held for so long. He must have really been fighting Jack’s hold at the end, but he only vaguely remembered what he’d done as he'd sunk into submission.
Jack slid closer, and Mason opened his eyes to look at him. His cock was close to Mason’s face, thick and red and wet with pre-cum. Mason licked his lips and swallowed as he tried to raise up on his elbows. He needed a taste. But he slipped and fell back onto the mattress, even that small effort was too much for his exhausted body. Jack stroked his head. “Just relax for now.”
He lay against the soft bed, trying to remember to breathe. He heard tearing and realized it was the sound of Gray opening a condom. Was Gray really going to fuck him? He wanted it so bad, but when Gray thrust against the sore flesh of his ass, it was going to hurt like hell.
A few seconds later, Gray pressed his finger, cool and slick with lube, against Mason’s entrance. He circled Mason’s pucker, teasing the sensitive flesh until Mason moaned and pushed back against him. He slid in slowly.
Mason’s cock started to swell again though he would have thought that impossible this soon after he’d come apart. He squirmed, trying to force Gray deeper, but Gray pulled out and added a second finger. He eased his digits in and out until Mason thought he would go insane if Gray didn’t pick up the pace. He wiggled his hips, pushing back and fucking himself on Gray’s fingers. The tension that had poured out of him while Gray slapped his ass started to rise again. “Fuck me, sir. Please,” he begged.
“Are you sorry for teasing us?” Gray asked, his voice hard.
Mason whimpered. “Yes, God yes. If I’d known—”
“Do you promise to tell us exactly what you want from now on?”
“Yes, sir, please!” The words became a cry as Gray’s fingers curled against his prostate.
Gray pulled his fingers from Mason’s ass. Mason groaned at the loss, but he heard the sound of Gray’s hand sliding back and forth, slicking his cock.
Gray spread Mason’s ass cheeks, letting his fingers dig into Mason’s sore flesh. Mason bit his lip to keep from cursing him, but he didn’t really care about the pain. He’d suffer anything to be impaled on Gray’s cock right that fucking second.
Gray positioned himself and surged forward. Mason made a strangled sound. He’d never been so full. It was too much and not enough. He tried to push back and take Gray deeper, but Gray held his hips, making him wait. When Gray had given him time to adjust to the invasion of his fat cock and he’d started to relax, his lover pushed in deeper, slow and steady at first then ramming himself in the last bit so his body smacked against Mason’s.
“Fuck!” Mason cried.
Jack grabbed his hand and squeezed. “His cock feels so good inside you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
Gray pulled back then pushed forward again, moving more slowly than Mason wanted him to. “Harder,” he demanded.
Gray growled. “Suck Jack, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Mason raised up, finding the ability to support himself this time. He reached for Jack’s shaft, and Jack positioned himself so Mason could swallow him down. When he started sucking Jack in earnest, Gray started fucking him like he wanted, hard and fast with no mercy.
Seconds later, Gray changed his angle and slid over Mason’s prostate. Mason nearly choked himself on Jack’s cock as sensation zinged through him. Gray kept hammering into him, hitting his sweet spot again and again. The dizzying pleasure combined with the sensation of Jack’s dick filling his mouth drove Mason to the edge of insanity.
He went wild, driving back onto Gray while taking Jack all the way down, milking his cock, tugging on his balls, determined to make him shoot so hard he’d scream. Mason hummed around Jack as Gray pounded into him, used him, owned him. Then Gray fisted Mason’s cock, pumping him with firm, sure strokes, and Mason lost it.
He pulled off Jack and cried out. His body bowed. His thighs tensed, rock hard. He cursed and yelled and struggled for breath. Gray kept banging him, digging his fingers into Mason’s hips so hard he’d surely have bruises.
Then Gray gave a strangled shout, rammed into Mason, and came with short, ferocious jerks of his hips.
Mason took Jack back into his mouth as he enjoyed Gray’s shudders of pleasure. In seconds, Jack was coming too, shooting his musky cum down Mason’s throat. Mason took it all, swallowing again and again.
When Jack softened Mason let him go, and the three of them collapsed together. Gray tugged on Mason’s waist until he pulled both of them up onto the bed. Mason drifted into unconsciousness, more sated than he’d ever been.
He woke up some time later when Gray stirred beside him. The big man was curled around his back, and he had his leg hooked over Jack’s prone form. Gray groaned and shifted, making the springs of the bed creak. “Fuck, I never even got undressed,” he groaned.
Mason rose up on his elbows and looked over at Gray, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Gray’s uniform shirt still covered his chest. It was rumpled and had suspicious stains along the hem. His pants were tangled around his knees. The sight made Mason smile. It also stirred his cock. He was already thinking about how much he’d like to be “arrested” again.
Gray must have guessed the direction of his thoughts. “We need sleep first.”
Mason nodded, only a little disappointed, because he knew Gray was right. After watching Gray kick off his pants and drop them on the floor, Mason forced himself to sit up. He winced at how sore his ass was, but he moved cautiously to the edge of the bed and lowered one foot to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
He looked at Gray. The man’s eyes were narrowed like he was about to accuse Mason of another crime. “I was…uh…going to get dressed and go. You said you needed to sleep.”
“I do need to sleep, curled up with you and Jack.”
Gray said the words in his loud, booming voice, and Jack stirred.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, squinting up at them.
“Mason was about to run, and I told him he needs to stay.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “How about asking instead? Playtime is over.”
Gray harrumphed.
Jack reached for Mason and laid a hand on his arm. “Please stay.”
Mason looked from one man to the other.
Gray reached for his hand. “I’d like you to stay.”
Mason saw uncertainty in the strong man’s eyes. Was this more than just a fun fuck for him too? He glanced at Jack, who was looking at his partner with unmistakable love on his face. That look shattered Mason’s confidence. They were a couple. He shouldn’t intrude. The three of them had fun together. That should be enough.
“I don’t think….”
Gray ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m not good with words.”
Jack snorted.
“Shut up, asshole.”
Jack laughed. “He’s good with other things.”
Mason couldn’t help but grin. The two of them arguing while Gray wore his uniform shirt and nothing else was adorable and sexy as hell all at once.
“This may have seemed casual and fast, but we don’t do this a lot. We’ve played around with someone else a few times, but with you….” Gray shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s not just—would you stay the night? Please?”
Mason’s heart pounded.
Jack grinned. “He’s trying to say that we really like you, and we don’t want to send you off like some trick. This was meant to be more than that, and we want to snuggle up with you now.”
Gray nodded. “Yeah, what he said.”
Mason knew better. He could so easily fall for them, and that would lead to him getting hurt. They wanted more than a quick fuck, but they were still a couple, and he was still going to walk away alone whether it was now or days or weeks from now. Even knowing that, he couldn’t resist their earnest expressions and their obviously sincere desire for him to stay. So when Jack lifted the covers and motioned from him to crawl back under them, he did, and he slept better than he had in months.
CHAPTER 8
When the alarm went off the next morning, Jack got up first. He took his turn in the shower then headed out of the room, mumbling something about coffee and breakfast. Once he was gone, Mason forced himself to leave the warm cocoon of their bed. Gray made a few growly protests as Mason extracted himself from the man’s arms, but he didn’t fully wake.
Mason took longer than he should have in the shower, letting the hot water pound away some of the soreness from the night’s exertions. As he enjoyed the soothing heat, he wondered if Gray and Jack would ask him back again. He wanted them to, and yet he didn’t. He was already much too attached to them. He craved the feel of their hands on him, the taste of their skin, the slap of Gray’s hand on his ass, and the burning stretch of Gray filling him up. He wanted Jack to fuck him, as well. His cock swelled, and his hand dropped to it as he imagined them both fucking him at the same time, something he’d never done.
He forced himself to ignore the powerful fantasy. He needed to get dressed and go home, not stand in their shower jacking off. He shouldn’t have stayed in the first place. No matter how much he wanted them, it would be better if he treated this like a one-time thing. He wondered if he’d be able to slip out the door and run without having to face them. Was he really that much of a coward? No, but he was that scared, because he longed for more than just another round in their bed. He wanted to get to know them. He wanted a relationship with them, but three-ways made for hot sex, not long-term partnerships. It was difficult enough to make things work with one other person, balancing three people’s needs had to be next to impossible. Besides, Gray and Jack were happy together. He wouldn’t fuck with that.
Gray stirred when Mason got out of the shower. He rolled out of bed and grunted something that might have been a greeting or might have simply been an attempt to get Mason to move out of his way so he could get to the en suite bathroom. Mason couldn’t help staring at his fine ass as he walked away, but once Gray had shut the bathroom door, he dressed and headed for the kitchen, seduced by the smell of coffee. As much as he would prefer to sneak away, he couldn’t leave without saying something to Jack. He intended to thank him for a wonderful night, grab a quick cup of coffee, and get out of there.
When he saw Jack behind the counter stirring a bowl of batter, he was transfixed. When he was in his police uniform, exuding confidence, Mason found Jack sexy as hell. Here in his kitchen, hair wet from the shower, wearing an old t-shirt and scruffy jeans, relaxed and so focused on cooking he hadn’t heard Mason come in, he was stunning.
