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CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

EASTON

After all the romance-y bits were over, we could finally have a little fun.

When I decided this was going to be our actual wedding, me and the guys made sure to throw in a few things that fit me and Gary better than the hoity toity shit my old man had planned.

Chuckles and Smiley bought a bunch of yard games, Angel painted them to match the theme, and Jayden and Ben set them up after the ceremony was over.

There was everything from beer pong to air hockey.

Even Gary’s friend Carter pitched in and ordered a giant bouncy castle.

It was white and decorated for a wedding, but still awesome.

And Gary laughed his ass off when I dragged him onto it.

My old man’s rich guests didn’t know what to do with the idea of having fun at first, but they loosened up eventually.

And when my old man came up to me and challenged me to beer pong, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him no.

I dragged Gary with me, and the old man teamed up with Arthur, and it was fucking hilarious.

“Easton! That’s cheating!” Gary laughed, trying to pull me away from guarding the cups.

“No, it’s not! It’s my wedding, and I say it’s not!”

“I call foul!” Arthur yelled, waving Jayden over to join us. “We’ve got a lawyer. Let him weigh in.”

Jayden put his hands up and shrugged. “Wedding rules state that the grooms get to decide. The best men only step in during a tie.”

Gary spun around, pointing a finger at me. “Foul!”

“Who’s side are you on, husband !”

He flushed, beaming at me. I wondered how long I’d get mileage out of that. I was pretty sure I was close to matching his winter jacket, but I couldn’t pull it out in the summer to check. That was cheating.

While I was distracted, my old man tossed the ping pong ball, and it landed with a plop into one of the last two remaining cups.

“You cheater!” I bellowed, snatching up the cup and tossing back the fancy beer inside.

“I taught you to always pay attention to the enemy, Easton. You should have listened better,” my old man teased.

“Oooh, burn!” Jayden shouted, then yelped as I took off after him. I didn’t get far before Gary called me back to take my turn. He sucked at beer pong. He’d lose without me.

We won by the skin of our teeth in the end, and Arthur challenged us to a rematch, but Ben dragged us away to cut the cake.

I was ready to smash the bite in Gary’s face like I’d seen in videos online, but he beat me to the punch, surprising me with a plate full of whipped cream that Ben snuck him before we even finished cutting the pieces.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it for that, sweetheart!” I growled, swiping whipped cream from my eyes.

“You’ll never catch me,” Gary taunted, and took off.

I saw it coming, though, and caught his arm before he could get more than a few feet from me.

To get back at him, I rubbed my face on his, smearing him with whipped cream, and sealed it with a kiss so intense, his knees went weak.

When I finally let him go, he looked like a dazed mess.

I swiped a finger over his cheek, popping it into my mouth.

“Mm. That won’t be the only white stuff on your face tonight.”

It was low enough that people didn’t overhear us, but a few people might have guessed because Gary turned bright red.

The rest of the night was a blast. We did some of the sappy shit people expected, like the first dance that was unbelievably awkward.

Gary made it easier by making up stories about the people who were watching us to make me laugh.

We had to go around greeting people at one point, and that dragged on too damn long, but eventually, we were back to having fun, and we didn’t head back to my room until the early hours of the morning.

Gary collapsed face first onto the bed with a groan. I chuckled, crawling over him and dropping my weight onto his back. He grunted but didn’t try to escape. Instead, he sighed, and a smile pulled at his lips when he turned his head to the side.

“Am I crushing you?”

“Not really. You’re like a really heavy weighted blanket. I like it.”

“Sap,” I accused, nipping at his ear. He snickered but didn’t open his eyes. I sighed dramatically. “I guess we’ll just have to skip our wedding night. I bought fun new toys, but if you’re too tired…”

His eyes flew open, and he twisted as much as he could with me still laying on his back. “What kind of toys?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I’m awake! Tell me!” he demanded, wriggling to get free. I grabbed his arms, stretching them above his head to make it harder for him to move. He sucked in a sharp breath when I ground my dick against his ass, whimpering when I dragged my tongue up his neck.

Rolling off him, I shrugged out of the stupid tux jacket.

I’d already pulled off the tie and unbuttoned a few buttons to get more comfortable, but I was eager to get out of the stuffy outfit and naked in bed with Gary.

He noticed me stripping and was quick to join me, rising to his knees so he could yank off his clothes.

When he was completely naked, I took a second to admire him, a smug grin overtaking my face at the reminder that he was mine and mine alone. We were the only ones with that last name. The only ones living in my condo. Just me and him. And I liked it that way.

“On your back, baby, hands above your head.”

He complied without argument, putting his hands near the headboard, his pupils blown out and his breathing already erratic. Grabbing the box of goodies I’d picked up earlier in the week, I set it on the nightstand. Gary squirmed, gaze glued to the box, but he didn’t move.

“Good boy.”

He shivered at my praise, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. I allowed it for now. In a minute, he wouldn’t be able to control it.

First, I pulled out some soft cuffs, attaching them to the headboard.

Because I’m a decent spouse, I explained how he could get out of them if he really needed to, but promised if he hated it, I’d stop whenever he asked.

Next, I pulled out a braided gag. I normally covered his mouth with my hand, but I needed my hands free tonight, and he didn’t have his own to work with.

It was loose enough not to hurt him, but it gave him something to bite down on and it would muffle at least a good portion of his noises so none of my family would overhear him.

Finally, I pulled out the pocket ass I bought him.

I was a dedicated top and in no way interested in switching, but I was fine with buying him toys, so he’d get to enjoy the sensations I did every once in a while.

His eyes were wide and his cock twitched as I lubed the thing up. I wasn’t going to give it to him right away, though. This would be over way too quickly if I did.

“That’s your reward, Gary. If you don’t come when I get inside you, I’ll give you that.”

His whimper said he wasn’t sure he could pull it off.

I still fucking loved how responsive he was, and I was never going to complain about him coming on my cockhead when I pushed inside him, but I wasn’t using the toy after he already finished.

I wanted to fuck him, not hurt him, and the overstimulation would probably be too much .

If he wanted to play, he had to be a good boy.

I purposely didn’t tie down his legs, so I’d have easy access to him.

Shoving a pillow under his hips, I teased him with a few thick sweeps of my tongue over his cock before going lower.

I tickled one ball with the tip of my tongue, grinning when his groan was muffled against the gag.

Pushing his knees to his chest, I kept going, trailing all the way to his hole and giving him a nice, firm lick.

His hips jumped, and he whined, shifting restlessly when I blew cool air along the path I made.

I fucking loved teasing him. But I was also eager to play with the new toy, so I stopped screwing around and dove back in, licking and sucking on his hole until he keened and tensed.

I could feel how close he was, one more lick would probably make him come, so I sat up, shaking my head in mock disappointment.

“You’re not being very good, Gary. If you come, I can’t keep playing with you.”

Pleading with his eyes, he whined, but he couldn’t say shit, which was both awesome and a little annoying.

I loved listening to his babbling pleas when he got close.

Oh well. He could be louder when we were on our honeymoon.

Because hell yes, I was taking us on a honeymoon.

It was an excuse to take a vacation, and no one would argue with you if you spent most of it in your room having sex. Why the hell not?

Gary’s dick was still twitching, despite giving him a minute. I pretended to think for a moment. “Hmm… I wonder if there’s anything else in the box that might help.”

He watched curiously as I pulled out a few things I wasn’t going to play with until later.

Nipple clamps, a silicone ass, and even a shower attachment to the toy we’d play with tonight.

But amongst it all was a cock ring that would help him out.

When I showed it to him, he actually looked relieved, and it took work not to laugh.

I never laughed at Gary’s inexperience. I wasn’t that messed up.

And I loved that he was so eager to try everything with me.

Lubing up the ring, I slipped it over his dick and carefully adjusted it to hold his balls as well. It wouldn’t stop him from coming, but it’d delay things.

“Better?”

He drew in a slow breath and nodded, drawing his legs back up to give me access to his hole again. It was so fucking hot when he gave in so easily.

He moaned and writhed while I stretched him, but he didn’t get close to coming again. And when I pushed inside him, he only tensed once before relaxing.

“Good boy. Now we get to play with the toy.”

Gary had closed his eyes when I was entering him, probably to concentrate on not getting too excited. They flew open when I reminded him about the toy. His gaze jerked to where it rested by his hip, and he looked both nervous and really fucking excited. I grinned.

“Should I be jealous about how excited you are?” I thrust my hips, reminding him of who was inside him. He shook his head wildly with a moan and wrapped his legs around my hips. I could make him come like this, but it would be more fun to watch him lose his mind with the toy.

I paused my movement, watching his face as I lined the toy up and pushed his dick inside. His eyes actually crossed and he let out a muffled scream, his hips pumping immediately, seeking more friction. And I was happy to give it to him.