Forever Masked & Mine (High Stakes Syndicate #1.5)

Chapter 2 – Percy

PERCY

A s we step onto Marcello’s private jet, I have to remind myself not to step on my own jaw as it hangs wide the fuck open. ? 1 I was thinking the plane was going to be on the smaller side, but no. This goddamn plane is bigger than some commercial planes I’ve been on.

I’m truly scared to know how much this thing is worth.

Last night I ended up edging these two while live-streaming, and to say I was in my element is the biggest understatement. We don’t get to stream as much as any of us would like to now, but it was nice being back at it last night. The subs were eating out of the palms of our hands.

As we walk further into the cabin, Mar makes the introductions with the flight crew while my eyes take in the plane’s interior. It looks like an average living space with fancy leather seats spread throughout. The blonde flight attendant speaks up, “There’s a full bathroom in the bedroom on the back of the plane. Also, there is another bathroom up by the cockpit door. Dinner will be served in a couple of hours. The full bar is available per Mr. Barone, and we are here for anything else you may need.”

Mack butts in, “Did she just say bedroom?!” Mar’s head spins around so quick, piercing Mack with a look that could kill. He’s been on thin ice the last couple of days… he’s been annoying the shit out of her with all the wedding plans he has. This was supposed to stop all the planning and stress because we are just eloping. But Mack called the resort and has been feverishly planning what seems like is going to be a whole-ass wedding since he got off the phone with Marcello last week.

I reach up, smacking Mack’s ass. “Leave the questions for later, Baby. We have a long flight, and you can ask all the questions once we’re in the air.” The thought of putting that bedroom to use has my cock thickening way too fast. Add in the flight crew, and Blair and Vin being able to hear… Go ahead and make me captain of the mile-high club. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance. I’m sure as fuck not missing it.

We get seated for takeoff. The pilot comes out to introduce himself, and he lets us know that we’ll be in the air for over fourteen hours. I’m not the biggest fan of flying, but I figured a private jet would be better, and from the sound of it, it’s going to be.

Before I know it, we’ve been in the air for over an hour, and I’m down one scotch.

A very expensive scotch, I might add.

I peek over at Blair and Vincent, and she’s passed the hell out on his shoulder. He’s nose-deep in his laptop, likely working on something for Sin’s. Mar mentioned something about scheming up a plan to get them together finally… and my only instruction was not to share the scheme with Mack. He’s not the best with secrets. I find my eyes on Mack now and my lips pull into an appreciative smile.

“What are you smiling at, Daddy?” Mack purrs, raising his brow in question.

I chuckle while filling him in on what was going through my head, “Just that you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“Hold on! What do you know that I don’t?!” he pleas.

Mar grabs the back of his neck, massaging and running her hand up the back of his skull, and any thought that was in that head of his is gone in pure bliss. “Nothing, Luchik. Now, if you keep being good, I might take you two back to that bedroom and put it to good use.”

The smirk that’s covering her face says we’re sure as hell going back there. I look over at Vin to see if he heard all of that, and he raises his brows but gives me nothing else to go off of. He has to be fine with a bit of voyeurism, right? He owns a goddamn sex club, for fucks sake. It’ll just be the sounds, too. We’ll at least have the courtesy to close the door. We’re not complete animals.

My eyes fly open to Mar standing over me, as she pats my cheek. I’m guessing I passed out after my second drink. “Your wild ass didn’t drug me again, did you?” I fake gasp like it would be the end of the world if she were to do it again. Not being able to hold my chuckle any longer, I cover my mouth when she looks taken aback.

“I wouldn’t waste a drugging… we’re on a plane.” Her brows are furrowed, making it sound like I should know better. “Come on, we’re going to test out this bedroom. I need you awake to put that mouth of yours to use,” she says loud enough for every person on the damn plane to hear, well, except the still passed-out Blair. Mar grabs my hand and starts dragging Mack and I to the back of the plane.

Mack’s grinning from ear to ear, knowing exactly what kind of show she’s about to put on for these poor flight attendants and Vin. We walk into the bedroom, and if it wasn’t for the constant wind noise from the plane, you wouldn’t even know this was a bedroom on a plane. Mar practically shoves us into the room and shuts the door behind us. “Strip. Nice and slow.” She climbs up onto the bed, grabbing all the pillows and stacking them against the headboard. She crosses her arm across her chest, covering the picture of The Weeknd that’s on her cropped T-shirt.

Like trained male strippers, we both grab the back of our T-shirts and pull them over our heads in one swift move. Mack doesn’t know where to hold his attention. I can tell he wants to eye fuck me, but he’s waiting for Mar’s next command like it’s his only source of oxygen. “Be good boys and put on a show for Mama.” She really took to the “Mama” name, and to say it makes my cock twitch is an understatement. Something about it sends my breeding kink into space, but without the spawns that come from it…

We’ve all had the kid talk. Mack and I never wanted them beforehand, but it was something we were open to considering if it was a deal breaker for Mar. She never wanted any either, and now being the head of the Russians, that’s the last thing she wants is to bring an innocent soul into this world for it to possibly be used as a pawn. We decided to surprise Mar with vasectomies when we get home for a late wedding gift.

Nothing says thanks for marrying me like cream pies without the worries… right?

Grabbing Mack by his arm, I pull him to me, smashing my lips to his. I slide my other hand around his back, running it up to grip the back of his head. I pull away enough to mumble over his lips, “I’ve missed this, Baby Boy.” He runs his hands up and down my chest, teasing the waist band of my joggers.

I look over to Mar, and she’s stripped her leggings off and is still sitting up but both knees are dropped out to the sides, leaving her plump pussy on display for us. Mack’s the first to come out of the trance she always seems to have us in. “Fuck, Ma’am, can we?”

She retorts right back, “Can you what?”

“Can we have a taste?” I ask instead because I can’t go another minute without her on me. She nods her head, and I strip out of the rest of my clothes before lying horizontally across the end of the bed. “Baby Boy, did you wear your plug for Daddy?”

He whimpers, “Yes, Daddy.” Turning around so I have a full view of his perfect plugged ass, he pulls his pants down. Mar and I groan at the sight as she climbs on top of my face.

Her favorite ride.

Taking both of my hands and placing them on either side of her pussy, I spread it wide. “This pretty cunt’s already dripping for us.” I use my flat tongue to drag it from her dripping hole to clit until she’s rocking her hips, using me the way she needs.

Mar keeps the commands coming in between moans. “Mack, pull that plug free and sit on Percy’s pretty cock. I want to see that hole of yours stretch to take him.”

He climbs on top of my thighs with the bottle of lube, squirting some onto my dick while pulling the plug free with his other hand. I suck Mar’s clit into my mouth, causing her hands to fly to my hair. “Yes, Papochka, just like that.” She lifts up and looks down at me, still latched onto her, and I pull it between my teeth. She sucks in a breath as I spread her open even further, then I feel Mack notching my cock to his entrance.

I’m pushing two fingers into her, finding her G-spot with ease, while telling both of them, “My future wife is smothering me with her pussy, and my future husband is sinking onto my cock.” A guttural moan leaves me as Mack fully seats himself onto me, and I keep going, “Come for me, Mama, then get on our good boys cock. I want him filling you while I’m filling him.”