Page 30 of Getting Hitched
“Sorry, sir.”
“No movement and no sounds.”
Jack was already drawing in ragged breaths, just from watching Mason. Gray hit Jack’s switch, turning it up to high.
“Fuck!” Jack shouted.
“That’s two extra strokes for speaking.”
Jack pressed his lips together. His whole body quivered, but the movement appeared involuntary, so Gray let it go.
He glanced at Mason, who was fighting hard to stay still. Gray could see the agony on his face, and it was beautiful.
He turned both plugs off. It was time to make the game more interesting.
“Mason, you’re going to bend forward and suck Jack’s cock. You may move, but your focus must be on driving Jack mad. If I think you’ve gotten distracted, you will suffer for that. Am I clear?”
Mason nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Jack, you will remain still while Mason sucks you.”
“Sir, I?—”
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
Jack shook his head. “No, sir.”
“Do you need a gag to help you stay quiet?”
“No, sir.”
“Then do not interrupt me. When I ask Mason to stop, you will return the favor. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mason.” He gestured toward Jack.
Mason wiggled awkwardly until he was properly positioned. Then he bent, sucking in his breath when the rope connecting his wrists and ankles pressed on the plug. Gray turned on the vibrator to the lowest setting.
Mason squeezed his eyes shut and worked his hips.
“That’s two extra strokes for distraction.”
“S-sorry, sir.”
“Do as you were told.”
He licked the precum on Jack’s cock before taking him deep. Jack made a strangled sound when Gray turned on the harsh thudding vibrations. Gray glared at him before dropping his gaze back to Mason. God, he was hot like that, bent over Jack, struggling to make the position work, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard.
Gray pressed the heel of his hand to his cock. He wanted to pull it out and stroke himself. He wanted Mason’s mouth on him, but there would be time for that later. This was too good to miss.
Jack held himself rigid. Gray could see his tension in his tight jaw, the corded muscles at his neck, the lack of movement in his chest as he held his breath.
“Breathe, Jack.”
He exhaled, then gulped in air.
“Good boy. I’m proud of how well you’re doing.”
