Fitting In (5 page)

“Do you remember your safeword?”

Mason raised his gaze to Jack’s startlingly blue eyes. “Yes, sir.” His voice quavered as he took in the intensity in Jack’s eyes.

“Will you use it if you need to?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get in,” Gray said, coming up behind Jack and smacking his ass. He’d just finished putting Mason’s bike in the back of the SUV.

Jack laughed. “Are you that eager to interrogate our prisoner?”

“Fuck yeah,” Gray responded. “I might just interrogate you too.”

Jack winked at Mason. “I’m counting on it.”

CHAPTER SIX

They left downtown and headed into Old West Durham. After a few minutes, Gray pulled into the driveway of a small, sage green house with cream-colored shutters. The well-kept yard was outlined by a picket fence. The house seemed too delicate for a big, harsh man like Gray, but Mason found the contrast adorable. He loved the idea that there was a lot more to Gray than what he’d seen so far. 

Gray opened the back door of the car, and Jack went ahead to unlock their house. A pair of cuffs dangled from Gray’s fingers. “Can I trust you without these for now?” he asked.

Mason licked his lips. Part of him wanted to be cuffed, but he wanted to please Gray more and he knew Gray wanted him to be obedient. 

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Get out of the car and walk slowly to the house. Follow Jack inside and do as he says. I’ll be right behind you.”

Mason’s heart thundered. He trusted Gray and Jack or he wouldn’t be here, but his body was responding as if he were truly in Jack and Gray’s power, as if they could do anything to him because no one was watching. The truth was, they could. Cops or not, what he was doing was dangerous, but he wasn’t going to stop.

Mason swung his legs from the car and stood, hating the fact that his hands were shaking and his legs were none too steady. He sensed Gray’s hulking presence at his back. He longed to sink back into the man or turn around and fall to his knees. But giving a cop a blowjob in front of his house was definitely insane, so Mason forced himself to put one foot in front of the other until he reached the door. 

Jack stood in the doorway, grinning. “I think our prisoner is intimidated by you, Gray.”

Gray laughed, the sound vibrating through Mason. “He’d damn well should be. I won’t be letting him off easy.”

Mason shivered as he wondered how far Gray would take his act. Mason had always loved being held down, and he’d let a few lovers tie his hands, but he’d never gone further than light restraints and a few slaps on the ass while he got fucked. As much as he wanted more, he had to admit he was scared.

Jack took his arm and walked him into the center of their living room, a small, comfortable room with a sofa, a recliner that Mason was certain belonged to Gray, and a soft, thick rug over the polished wood floor. Mason glanced down the short hallway that led to the back of the house. One of those doors must lead to the cops' bedroom. Would he soon be spread out on a bed, under one or both of them? His dick sure hoped so.

“Strip,” Jack commanded. 

Mason heard Gray close and lock the door. 

“Now.” Jack’s voice was sharp, and the usually smiling cop wore a serious expression. He was firmly into his role as interrogator.

Mason’s hands shook as he pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. He glanced at Jack again. No change in his expression. Mason’s heart thundered. Could he really do this? 

He sensed Gray moving closer behind him. 

“Show me that ass, boy,” he commanded. 

Mason’s hands went to the fastenings of his jeans as he instinctively obeyed Gray’s authoritative tone. He unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. He wanted to please Gray by moving quickly, but it was all he could do to push his pants over his hips without falling down. His body vibrated, caught between terror and anticipation. One minute he was asking himself what the hell he was doing there, and the next he was listening to his cock urging him on, telling him to do whatever he needed to get a taste of these men. 

When his jeans pooled around his ankles, Gray growled. “You’re fucking gorgeous. I’m going to love reddening your ass.”

“Oh fuck!” The words slipped out unbidden.

Gray stepped so close Mason could feel his body heat. “If you co-operate and give us the answers we want, maybe you’ll get the fuck you need.” Gray circled him and looked down pointedly at Mason’s cock. It strained upwards toward Gray, the tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum. Mason wanted to beg Gray to touch him. Did the man ever get on his knees? 

He looked up and his gaze locked with Gray’s. He saw need there and something that looked suspiciously like vulnerability. Was Gray uneasy? Didn’t he realize how much Mason wanted this?

“Thank you, sir.” He made the words submissive but sensual, and Gray smiled.

Jack had walked out of the room for a few seconds, but he returned carrying a kitchen chair that he placed behind Mason.

Gray laid a hand on Mason’s chest right over his breastbone. The heat of his touch sizzled through Mason. He held his breath, waiting for more contact. Gray pushed him, catching him off guard. He stumbled and took a step back.

Jack caught his arm and pulled him down into the seat. “Hands behind your back,” he commanded.

Mason did as he said, gaze never leaving Gray, who had gotten something from the coat closet and now loomed over him with a wicked grin on his face as he revealed what was in his hand—a length of inky black rope. He wrapped it around Mason’s wrists, and Mason almost purred. It was soft and silken, not scratchy like he’d expect rope to be. Gray tied his hands to the chair tight enough to keep him there, but he wasn’t in any pain unless he pulled too hard.

“Don’t struggle,” Jack said, his voice low and sexy. “We aren’t going to let you go.”

Mason suppressed a moan. He was probably crazy being here like this with them. He shouldn’t trust these men so thoroughly, but he did. Somehow he knew they wouldn’t hurt him and that they would stop if he asked.

Jack came around in front of him and knelt. He pulled a leather circle from his pocket. “Have you ever worn a cock ring?”

Mason swallowed hard and shook his head.

“We don’t want you coming before we say you can, so I’m going to put it on you. If you’re very good, and you prove you can co-operate, Gray will take it off and let you come. You got that?”

Jack held his gaze, and Mason saw concern in his eyes. He could say no, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to find out how far this game would go. 

Jack lifted Mason’s shaft and balls and put the ring in place. Mason’s cock throbbed as Jack let him go without touching him more than was necessary to fit the restraint on him. Jack stood and stepped back, and Mason looked up at Gray, ready to beg for his touch.

“Why are you here, boy?”

Mason swallowed and licked his lips, trying to moisten his mouth enough to allow him to speak. “B-because I want you, sir.”

Gray chuckled. “Do you now? You see, that’s the problem. You’ll confess what you want when you’re at our mercy, but back at the bar you never once let us know. You just watched us longingly, your cock swelling in your jeans, need plain in your eyes, but never once did you ask. You only teased, letting us see what you wanted but looking away when we caught you staring.”

“But I didn’t—”

Gray wrapped a hand around Mason’s throat, pressing enough for Mason to feel his strength but not enough to hurt him or cut off his air. “Unless I ask you a question, you don’t speak. You got that, boy?”

Mason nodded.

Gray raised a brow, squeezing just a little harder. 

“Y-yes, sir,” Mason whispered.

Gray nodded. “Better. Do you know what happens to bad boys who tease us?”

Mason desperately wanted to know. Gray’s roughness had him so turned on he was leaking pre-cum. “No, sir.”

Jack walked around and stood behind Gray, wrapping his arms around his lover from behind and rubbing his hands up and down Gray’s chest. “Why don’t we show him, baby?”

Gray grabbed Jack’s hands, stilling them. “We’re going to show you what you could have had if you’d asked like a good boy. Then you’re going to make a full confession and beg us to bargain with you. You understand, boy?”

Mason started to nod but stopped himself. “Yes, sir.”

Gray leaned down again. He breathed deeply right against Mason’s neck, but he still didn’t touch him. He blew in Mason’s ear, then shifted position so his mouth was poised over Mason’s nipple. Mason could feel Gray’s body heat and he tensed, expecting Gray to bite down on the sensitive pucker, but Gray surprised him. He stayed right where he was, his forceful exhales simultaneously warming Mason and giving him chills. 

Seconds later, Gray shifted again. His mouth was less than an inch from the tip of Mason’s shaft. He licked his lips, and Mason’s cock jerked. He was desperate for contact with Gray, a touch, a kiss, anything. Gray blew on his cockhead, making a bead of pre-cum slide down his shaft. It tickled and tormented him.

Gray moved his head back and forth over Mason’s thighs, so close Mason could almost feel the rasp of his stubble.

Every muscle in Mason’s body was taut with need. “W-what are you doing?” he asked, the words breathless.

“Teasing you,” Gray answered. He sat back on his heels and grinned.

“Please.” The word escaped without Mason being able to stop it.

“You’re not getting off that easily.” Gray gave an evil laugh as he stood and stepped back, separating himself from Mason by a few feet. The big man undid his pants and pulled his cock out. Mason fucking loved that he hadn’t been wearing anything under his form-fitting uniform pants.

Mason’s balls drew up tight as he watched Gray lazily stroke himself. Cock ring or no, he was ready to shoot. All it would take was either man touching his cock. Hell, if they took the ring off, just watching the two of them might be enough.

“Suck me, Jack,” Gray demanded. “Show him just how talented you are.”

Jack fell to his knees in front of Gray. He wrapped one hand around the base of Gray’s shaft and laid the other against the man’s muscular thigh, steadying himself. As he took the tip of Gray’s cock into his mouth, he looked over at Mason, holding his gaze as he swallowed more and more of Gray’s enormous shaft.

Mason thought he might pass out watching Jack. Surely there couldn’t be any more blood in his brain. His cock was red, his chest flushed. He was so hot he thought his blood might boil. He needed to be iced down, but he’d rather have Jack’s mouth on his cock. Just one lick would be all it would take, and he’d combust. He wouldn’t give a damn if he burned right up like a star in its last seconds of life as long as he got to feel Jack’s gorgeous lips around his cock.

Jack took Gray all the way down, pressing his nose against the wiry hair at the base of his cock without gagging once. He bobbed his head, working Gray, making the big man groan and pant. He occasionally pulled off to lick and tease his slit or work his tongue around the edge of the head.

Mason grew more desperate every second. He tugged on his bonds, needing to get free, to join the two gorgeous men. He cursed the fucking cock ring. He was going to lose his mind if he didn’t get some relief from the ache in his balls. Without the constriction, he could probably come just from watching Jack.

Jack swallowed Gray all the way again. His eyes sparkled with joy, making it obvious how much he loved what he was doing to his lover. He looked up at Gray, and when Gray looked down, his cold Dom mask slipped for a moment. He smiled at Jack, looking almost worshipful. Mason had never had anyone look at him like that. Jack grinned around Gray’s shaft then began sucking in earnest, working his hand along the base and reaching his other hand deeper into Gray’s pants.

Mason stared, openmouthed. He realized he was in danger of literally drooling on himself. He’d never seen anything so hot in his life.

Gray made a strangled sound and gripped Jack’s head, thrusting into his mouth. Jack never faltered in his rhythm even though Gray fucked him relentlessly. Gray sank his teeth into his lower lip, but a rumbling groan rolled out anyway. He tensed and froze, shoving his cock even farther down Jack’s throat. His whole body shook as he gave a hoarse shout and came.

Jack swallowed greedily as Gray shot into his mouth, but Gray’s climax seemed endless, and despite how hard Jack worked, cum still escaped and ran down his chin. Gray pulled out and the last of his seed landed on Jack’s face. Mason gasped. Jack looked fucking gorgeous covered in Gray’s cum, kneeling, subservient, ready to take anything Gray wanted to give him.

Jack licked cum from his lower lip and Mason couldn’t stop himself from begging. He was desperate to taste Gray against Jack’s skin. “Please…let me.”

Gray turned to him. “You want to clean him up, boy?”

It took Mason a few seconds to remember how to speak. “Y-yes, sir.”

Gray grinned at Jack. “I do believe our prisoner really does want to co-operate.”

Jack walked toward Mason on his knees. Mason leaned forward, tugging at his bonds, so turned on he thought he might lose his mind. He trembled with need, scared of how much he wanted these men. He swiped his tongue across Jack’s lips, shuddering at the warm, musky taste of Gray. 

Jack moaned and Mason licked him feverishly, running his tongue over Jack’s chin, his cheeks, his lips. His cock ached as he reveled in cleaning Jack up. Knowing Gray was watching turned him on even more. He needed to please Gray, to please them both. He already knew he wanted to see them again. One night with them wouldn’t be enough.

Jack tilted his head, exposing his neck, and Mason strained against his bonds, desperate to lick up every drop of Gray’s cum off his partner. When he turned his attention back to Jack’s lips, Jack opened for him and Mason pushed his tongue into the welcoming warmth. When Mason groaned, so did Gray.

“The two of you together are hotter than hell,” Gray growled.