Forever Masked & Mine (High Stakes Syndicate #1.5)

Chapter 12 – Percy

PERCY

W e’re walking down the boardwalk to our bungalow after finishing our way-to-intimate dinner that Mack had set up. It included cutting the cake and somehow ended up turning into a goddamn food fight. I chuckle to myself, thinking about Blair yelling at all of us and making everyone stay to clean the frosting off the floor. Something about being in the service industry and people not respecting businesses. We all mocked her, saying, “Okay, Mom,” and rolling our eyes. But we did, in fact, clean it all up after the fun was over.

We head straight through the bungalow to the outdoor, over-the-water deck attached to our room. Mar wants all three of us to jump into the water and do the “ruin the dress” trend. The photographers are right on our heels to capture the moment. Blair and Vin split off at the front door, heading up the steps to their section of the house.

One of the photographers is set up by the sliding door, and the other is off to the side to get us from every angle. We only get one chance at this.

Mar is in the middle, and Mack and I are on both of her sides holding her hands, looking ready to take on the world. I turn to look at Mar, asking her, “You ready, Mama?”

“Yes, Papochka, ” she replies with an appreciative smile.

We both turn our heads to peek over at Mack, questioning him, “What about you, Baby Boy?”

“Ready when you are, Daddy .” He shoots me a wink after dragging out his favorite pet name for me. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck from the photographers overhearing his antics.

I definitely have a shit ton more courage when I have my mask on.

Mar starts to yell after peeking back and nodding to both photographers, “Ready! Three, two, one! Go!”

We all go running and jump once we reach the end of the deck, throwing our connected hands into the air and kicking our feet up to our butts. Swimming up to breach the surface, seeing Mack and Mar smiling back at me, has me questioning every higher power as to what I did in a past life to deserve these two. I hear the photographers still snapping pictures, and in unison, we all look up at both of their cameras. I’m sure they’re getting a hell of a shot of us in this beautiful water.

Mar’s dress is floating on top of the water, and Mack’s lace shirt is sticking to him like a second skin. Before I can get it out, Mar announces, “Thank you both so much for getting all the pictures of today. If you could see yourselves out… we have post-wedding plans, if you know what I mean.” She gives them a tight-lipped smile, and I hear Vin at the door, ready to lead them out of the bungalow. Always looking out for everyone’s safety.

Mack breaks the silence, “Am I allowed to be in the water with this big plug in my ass?” I look at Mar, and she’s staring back, kind of wide-eyed, but trying to hide the concern from Mack.

“You’ll be fine, Baby, but that does give me an idea… Take those pants off, and climb that ladder with that plugged hole on display for us.” My cock has been at half-mast since filling him up and plugging my cum in his ass earlier today. Then add the thought of seeing it again and knowing what I have planned for them tonight.

Mack has his pants flung over his shoulder, ass out on full display as he takes the first steps out of the water, and I all but groan. “That whorish hole of yours looks ready for some cock, Baby Boy.” He waves his ass back and forth at Mar and I, and we’re both swimming to the ladder and climbing up as fast as we can to get to him.

Mar is above me, and I can see she decided no underwear was the perfect idea for our wedding day. Truthfully, I prefer nothing else. Once I get up on the deck I can see Mar turn her back to Mack, already starting her commands for him, “Be a Good Boy and untie me so I can get out of this thing.” He slowly pulls the bow that is keeping her corset tight and starts pulling it through each loop. Mack’s cock is at attention, stabbing Mar in the ass cheek anytime he pulls the string through one of the loops.

I run into the room, grab the lube, a couple of toys for Mar, and anything else we might need, and bring it out to the deck. I’m ready to use this gorgeous outdoor space and really put on a show for anyone who wants to watch or listen.

I come back through the door and hear Mar barking out more commands, “On your hands and knees, crawl to me like the Good Boy you are.” My knees are about to hit the ground, when she adds, “Come and join me, Percy. We can watch our pretty whore crawl to us.” She’s patting the wooden chaise that’s beside the ones she’s sitting on.

Mar sits stark naked, matching Mack; I stripped my soaking suit off in the room and threw it in the en suite on the tiles. We’re all bare to the world, and I openly appreciate both of them while strolling over to the chair, sitting to get comfortable.

I watch as Mack gets to his knees, not breaking eye contact with Mar, and it all feels incredibly erotic. He hits both hands on the deck.

“Slow, Luchik. Nice and slow. I want to see every muscle bunch on those meaty arms and that big cock sway,” Mar’s practically purring.

My attention doesn’t waver from in between his thighs, but then I remember the plug that I know is still holding my cum, so I instruct him, “Stay on all fours, Baby Boy, you look so pretty like that, but I want to see that plugged hole of yours… turn around for us.”

He listens perfectly, spinning around on his hands and knees, putting on a show for Mar and I. He’s eating it up, taking instructions from both of us. “Go pull that plug free, Papochka . I want to see if he’s kept your cum nice and warm for you.”

I’m practically tripping over my feet to get to Mack. As my body makes it into his line of sight, he drops the upper half of his body, giving me free rein, and Mar an even better view.

Mar groans, tipping her head back on the chaise. “Satan, Ma’am, thank you for taking your time with these two.”