Fitting In (17 page)

Mason pulled his t-shirt over his head then struggled to make his fingers co-operate to unfasten his jeans. Finally he got them loose and pushed them over his hips, but he nearly fell down trying to toe off his shoes. When he lay down and turned to face Jack and Gray, they were both staring at him with predatory looks on their faces.

“Did you bring the cuffs?” Gray asked Jack. 

“Oh yeah.” Jack gave Mason an evil grin. Then he crawled up on the bed. “Put your hands over your head.”

Mason reached up and gripped the headboard. Jack slid the cuffs around one of the slats in the headboard, then snapped one around each of Mason’s wrists. They weren’t the police-issue cuffs normally on their belts. They were lined with soft material made for the kind of play they all enjoyed.

Gray laid a hand on Mason’s thigh. “Open wider.”

Mason shivered as he complied, dropping his legs open so Gray had perfect access. Jack handed Gray a tube of lube, and he slicked up the fingers of his right hand, all four of them. Mason’s eyes widened.

“I’ve got to open you up good if you’re going to take both of us up there.”

Mason nodded slowly, hoping Gray didn’t insist he answer. Gray must have known he was overwhelmed, because he caressed the inside of his thigh and didn’t push further, not for his obedience anyway. He did push a finger in all the way to the knuckle, making Mason gasp and arch up to meet him.

“Eager, aren’t you, boy?”

“Y-yes,” Mason cried out as Jack pinched one of his nipples, then used his tongue to ease the sting.

Gray eased in and out of his ass while Jack continued to torment his nipples. 

“You like this, boy?” Gray asked.

Mason nodded frantically.

Gray teased the edge of his entrance with another finger. “Answer properly if you want more.”

“Yes, sir. I…oh God.” Gray added a second finger and drove deep enough to brush Mason’s prostate. “More please, sir.”

Gray slid out and added a third finger.

Mason sank his teeth into his lower lip. The stretch was almost too much, but it felt so damn good at the same time. He wanted to be full, so full he forgot everything but Jack and Gray.

He whimpered when Gray pulled his digits out. “Does that hurt, boy?”

“Yes. No. I…”

“Suck him, Jack,” Gray ordered.

“With pleasure.” Jack leaned over and gripped Mason’s cock, angling it toward his mouth. He looked up at Mason as he swallowed him down. Mason bucked up into his mouth, but Jack shoved his hips back to the mattress. “Stay still.”

“Can’t.” He squirmed, trying to get loose.

Gray slapped his ass. “Don’t make us tell you again.”

Mason squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on keeping his hips still, but between Jack’s hot mouth and Gray’s thick fingers he was sure he was going to lose his mind. Jack sucked him hard, and Gray drove into him faster and faster. 

“Please!”

“Take it,” Gray growled.

Mason tried but he couldn’t stay still. Jack held him down, and Mason started jerking on the cuffs. “Have to touch you. Please!”

Suddenly panic hit him. He needed to be free. He needed Jack and Gray, not the men they were pretending to be, but the real men who loved him.

“Please!” He was so far gone with the twisted up feelings of fear and pleasure that he couldn’t think what to say. Then he remembered his safeword. Red. But before he uttered it, Gray realized something was truly wrong.

“Stop, Jack,” he shouted.

Jack released Mason’s cock and sat back on his heels, but he kept a hand on Mason’s stomach, caressing him with soothing strokes.

Gray slipped his slick fingers from Mason’s ass. “What’s wrong?” 

Mason wanted to explain, but he needed to touch them first. He tried to reach for them and remembered he was still cuffed.

Gray looked at Jack. “Uncuff him.”

Jack released his wrists and Mason reached for him, pulling him down until their lips were about an inch apart. “Kiss me,” he whispered, sounding incredibly vulnerable.

Jack reverently brushed his lips over Mason’s. “I love you.”

Mason blinked back the hot tears that had risen to his eyes. “I love you too.”

He looked up at Gray then, hating the worry on his face. “I love you both, and I do want this, but I want it to be just us, no games, just us like we really are.”

Gray shifted so he could touch Mason’s face. He caressed Mason’s cheek as he spoke. “Then that’s exactly how we’ll do it.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jack started unbuttoning his shirt, and Mason frowned at him.

Jack raised a brow. “What?” 

Mason looked from one man to another. “Um…I know I said no games, but you’re just so fucking sexy in your uniforms, and it makes what we’re doing…I don’t know…nastier.”

Jack laughed, stopped working on his shirt, and kissed Mason instead. Gray pushed his fingers back into Mason suddenly, making Mason gasp. But within seconds, he was bearing down, trying to get them deeper, nearly out of his head with want. He wrapped a hand around the back of Jack’s neck, holding him still so he could get a good taste. When he finally let go so he could get some air, Jack walked on his knees until he was beside Gray.

Mason reached for him, but Jack shook his head. “I want to watch him get you ready. I want to see all his fingers disappear into you.”

Mason made a strangled noise. Gray looked at Jack, and they smiled at each other. Then Gray pulled all the way out and pushed back in with all four fingers.

“Oh my fucking God,” Mason yelled. “Are you…I can’t….”

Gray held his hand still. Only the tip of his pinkie was inside Mason.

Mason tried to get a breath. He needed to know if Gray was going to try to put his whole hand up his ass. All he got out was “G-gray?”

Gray smiled at him, rubbing his abdomen with his free hand. “It’s okay, I won’t go any further than my fingers tonight.” 

Tonight?
“Okay, I don’t know if I can—”

Gray laid a finger over his lips. “It’s fine. You don’t have to want more, ever. If you do, we’ll take it very slowly.”

Mason nodded. He would never have thought he’d want a man to fist him, but now, with Gray’s four fingers in him, he wasn’t sure there was anything he wouldn’t want from Gray.

Gray pushed in a little farther and Mason groaned.

“Is this okay?” Gray asked.

Mason nodded.

Gray went deeper.

Mason gasped and shook his head. “Can’t.”

Gray pulled back, just enough to ease the pressure until it was bearable. “Do you want me to stop?”

Do I?
Fuck, Mason didn’t know. He was scared, but this was Gray who was stretching him. Gray would be careful. “No.”

Jack wrapped a hand around Mason’s cock and starting jerking him off, working him until he was more concerned with pushing up into Jack’s hand than with the ache in his ass. As he relaxed, Gray was able to push in more. It felt incredible to be so full. Just the idea of all of Gray’s fingers inside him to the knuckle drove him to the brink of climax, and he welcomed the burn as Jack’s hand moved faster on his cock. “More,” he begged. “Fuck me with your hand.”

Gray gave him what he wanted, and in seconds Mason was squirming, pushing against Gray, trying to take even more, but Gray pulled back. “That’s enough for now.” 

Mason knew he was right, but he still protested when Gray released him. 

“Get me ready,” Gray said, stretching out on his back next to Mason. 

Jack handed Mason the lube. Mason squirted some in his hand and slicked up Gray’s cock. Then Jack took the bottle from him so he could get himself ready. 

As Mason slid his hand slid up and down Gray’s fat length, he became mesmerized thinking about Gray buried inside him with Jack there too, both their cocks bare, rubbing against each other inside his ass. His own cock was painfully hard and his ass fluttered, feeling much too empty after being stretched so far by Gray’s hand.

“Ride me,” Gray commanded.

Mason straddled him and gripped Gray’s dick so he could line it up. Then he sank down slowly, letting Gray’s cock open him back up. “Feels so damn good.”

“God, yes. So hot having you like this, with nothing between us.” Gray suddenly tensed.

“You ok?” Mason asked.

He gave Mason a strained smile. “Yeah. Just trying not to lose it before Jack can join me.”

His words made Mason’s cock jerk, and his ass tightened around Gray.

“Fuck,” Gray roared. “That’s not helping.”

“Sorry.” Mason grinned, but he wasn’t really sorry—and Gray knew it.

 Mason rose and fell, loving the feel of Gray’s entire length buried in him. Then Jack laid a hand on his back, pushing him forward. “My turn.”

Mason moaned when Jack teased the edge of his entrance with the tip of his cock. Gray wrapped his arms around Mason and pulled him down until he lay on Gray’s chest. Jack teased a little more, then he started to push inside. Mason tensed. This was going to hurt. 

“Relax.” Gray stroked. “I’ve got you.” 

Mason tried to breathe and sink into Gray, but when Jack pushed in more, Mason cried out, certain he was being split in two.

Gray reached between them and circled Mason’s cock. Mason raised up enough for Gray to be able to give him tight, firm strokes.

Jack eased forward again. Pleasure, pain. Too much and not enough.

“Don’t stop,” Mason pleaded. It hurt but somehow it felt so fucking perfect to have them both.

“I won’t.” Jack pushed deeper.

Mason bit his lip, holding in a sob.

“Let it out and stop us if it’s too much,” Gray scolded. “We can try another time or never. We want you to enjoy this.”

“I do. I need this, I just….”

Gray stroked his cock harder, and Jack licked and nibbled his neck, his shoulders, his back. Then he bit down on the curve of Mason’s neck and drove in the rest of the way. 

Gray teased the slit and stroked him in his favorite way. Mason screamed as pain combined with the pleasure. It was too much, both physically and emotionally. Mason thought he might combust. “Oh god, we’re really…you two are really….”

“Yes!” Jack shouted. He pulled back and thrust in farther.

Mason had never imagined he could be so full and not break. Full of cock. Full of need. Full of love.

“Love this,” Gray said. “Feeling Jack’s cock on mine, taking you like this, possessing you, owning you.” 

“Yes!” Mason yelled. He bucked wildly between them, trying to get them to move. “Fuck me. Stop going slow and fuck me.”

 Jack made a strangled noise and did just that. Gray held tight to Mason and shoved his hips upward as much as he could.

Mason was panting, crazed with need. He couldn’t believe how amazing it felt when his body adjusted to having them both. He opened his eyes and looked down at Gray. The ecstasy on his face nearly sent Mason over the edge. “Must feel so good,” he said. “Jack’s cock on yours.”

Gray growled. “We’ll take Jack together and you’ll see. It’s unbelievable. So tight. So hot.”

Mason squeezed his eyes shut and fought the urge to come. The thought of him and Gray taking Jack like this, having him speared between them…. “So hot. So good.”

“Yes!” Jack shouted. He pushed in hard, pressing Gray’s cock against Mason’s gland.

Mason’s balls tightened. “So close,” he panted.

“Me too,” Jack said. “Can’t last. Oh. My. God.” Jack shouted and went wild, driving into Mason in harsh bursts.

Mason writhed between his lovers, his cock rubbing against Gray’s abdomen. He was going to go up in flames, to die, to break in half, but he knew his men would put him back together. “Yours!” He screamed it. “Yours, oh yes!” Words turned to crazed animal sounds as his orgasm slammed through him.

Gray held Mason’s hips and pumped upward, impaling him. Then Gray roared and jerked against Mason just as the world started to fade to black.

When Mason came to awareness again, he was still sprawled on top of Gray, but Jack was beside them stroking Mason’s back, his leg thrown over Mason’s and Gray’s. 

“Am I still alive?” Mason asked.

Jack laughed. “I think so.”

“Don’t ask me to get up anytime soon,” Gray said.

Mason felt the rumble of Gray's voice in his chest. “That was….”

When Mason didn’t finish his sentence, Jack smiled indulgently. “Indescribable?”

“Yeah,” Mason agreed. Mason could feel their cum sliding from his body, dampening his thighs. His ass ached, but it was so worth it.

Gray hooked a finger under his chin and encouraged him to look up. “Are you okay?”

“I…” Mason paused. It was a good thing he wouldn’t have to sit much the next day, but otherwise he was fine, more than fine. For the first time, he believed that he and Jack and Gray had a real chance at making a three-way relationship work.

“I’m wonderful.”

“We didn’t hurt you?” Jack asked, caressing his ass. 

“I won’t stop feeling this for a while, but that’s not a bad thing.”

“Are you sure?” Gray asked.

“Yeah, I kinda like that.”

Jack grinned. “He’s like me, Gray. He fucking loves feeling it all day.”

“Might be more than a day this time,” Mason said.

Gray looked worried again.

Jack sighed. “That’s even better. When it’s been really good, when you’ve let go and surrendered to what you want, that’s when you don’t stop feeling it for a long time, physically or here.” Jack laid a hand over his heart. “Gray, you never take things further than either of us want.”

Mason cupped Gray’s face. “I love you. And I love what you do to me. I know I can trust you.”

“You didn’t before.”

Mason frowned. “I’ve always known you wouldn’t hurt me. I wasn’t even scared the night you ‘arrested’ me at the bar.”

“You trusted me not to take you beyond what you wanted physically, but you didn’t trust me not to hurt you here.” He laid his hand on Mason's chest, mimicking Jack's gesture.

Tears pricked the back of Mason’s eyes. He didn’t know what to say. Gray was right, but he knew better now.