Page 23 of Getting Hitched
“No, please,” Jack cried. “Please don’t.”
“Gray!” Mason shouted. “I… Oh, fuck!” He came, shooting over Gray’s hand.
Gray stopped working Jack as they both watched Mason. He clung to Gray as Gray kept working his now softening cock.
“Too much. Please,” he begged.
Gray stopped.
“Help me finish him.” He tilted his head toward Jack.
Jack’s mouth was hanging open as he drew in shallow breaths.
Mason wrapped his hand around Jack’s cock, and Gray put his hand on top of Mason’s. A few seconds later Jack cried out as his climax consumed him.
“Fuck, yes,” he said when he was finally spent. “I needed that.”
Gray chuckled. “I could tell. I don’t know if you’ve ever shot a load that big.”
Mason dropped to his knees in front of Gray. “May we suck you?”
Rather than answer in words, Gray took his cock in his hand and fed it to Mason.
Jack joined him, and they took turns sucking, licking, toying with Gray’s balls, fingering his ass. Their mouths felt so damn good. They were going to make him lose his mind.
“Can’t hold back. Can’t?—”
“Give it to us, Gray,” Jack said, and both men held their mouths open to take his seed. By the time he was done, they were all a mess.
“Shower,” he said, not capable of any more words.
He forced them to focus on actually washing each other. Once they were clean, they tumbled into bed, a pile of limbs and contentment.
“Thank you,” Jack said.
Mason caressed Gray’s back. “I know you wanted to wait, but…”
“We all needed this, but you’re not getting any more until after the reception.”
“It’s really tomorrow, isn’t it?” Mason said.
“Today actually.” Jack pointed at the clock. It was now well past midnight.
“Are you nervous?” Gray asked, looking at Mason.
“A little.” He rolled to his stomach. Jack and Gray both hooked a leg over him and cuddled close.
Gray rubbed Mason’s back. “I was too. I still am, but not as much. Tonight I realized how lucky I am to have someone, two someones”—he looked at Jack—“who care.”
Mason lifted his head to look at Gray. “What happened tonight?”
“There was a boy, Jeremiah, at the warehouse. He was able to identify the man we’ve been after, because he’s been living there and watching what was going on.”
“Living there on his own?” Mason asked.
Gray nodded. “His mother’s dead. He never knew his father. He’s got to be around thirteen, and he’s been on his own for over a year.”
“Did you call Andy?” Jack asked.
