Page 2 of Getting Hitched
“Mason, look at me.”
He opened his eyes and gave a dreamy smile.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to spank me, and I want it to hurt.”
Gray sucked in his breath. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. These beautiful men loved him. They wanted the same things he wanted, and in a week and a half they were going to make a public commitment to him.
“Gray?” Jack looked worried.
“I’m fine. I’m just contemplating exactly what I want to do to you.”
Jack wiggled his ass. “I thought you were already doing it.”
He spanked Jack hard enough to make him yelp.
“Bend over the mattress and stretch your arms up. Keep your heads turned so you can watch each other.”
“Yes, sir,” they said, bending at the waist in almost perfect unison.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Mason?”
“Can we… Could we…”
“You’re allowed to ask for what you want, then I’ll do as I wish.”
“Oooh, you are in a mood tonight,” Jack said.
Gray gave his ass two hard smacks one right after the other.
The bastard just sighed.
“Can Jack and I hold hands?” Mason asked.
“You want to hold on to Jack while I spank you?”
Mason nodded. “Yes, sir, and I want you to go hard on me.”
“Are you sure about that? I’m in ‘a mood’ as Jack said.”
“I’m sure. I think I’m in ‘a mood’ too, just a different one.”
Mason had taken on the bulk of the planning for their ceremony and reception. Gray’s and Jack’s work schedules had been insane for the last few weeks, as if every criminal in town decided the dog days of August were the best time ever to commit a crime. Mason was probably desperate for some stress relief.
“I like that idea. Hold Jack’s hand and keep the other one above your head. You can hold on to the comforter if you need to.”
“Yes, sir.”
They clasped their hands together. Mason smiled at Jack, and Jack blew him a kiss.
The way Jack was acting, he was the one who deserved the hardest blows, not Mason. But Gray had the impression Jack wasn’t in a particularly submissive mood, and Gray was okay with that. He only intended to redden their asses a bit before fucking them. He’d warm Jack up and see where things went. Maybe he’d have Jack help him give Mason what he needed.
Without warning, Gray slapped Mason’s ass. Mason gasped and pushed back, arching his back more deeply. He didn’t need any warm-up, not in the mood he was in. Knowing how badly he wanted more, Gray ignored him and worked on Jack, until Jack’s ass was nicely red and his breathing ragged. Then he shifted back to Mason, spanking him with one hand and then the other with no breather in between. He didn’t stop until Mason was panting and sweat rolled down his face. Mason was gripping Jack’s hand so hard, it had to hurt, but Jack didn’t seem to register the pain; he kept his gaze on Mason as he worked his hips against the mattress, trying to get friction on his cock.
Crack!
