Page 52 of A Case of You
“Yes, Sir.”
Brandon squeezed his hand. “This’ll be okay.”
He hoped.
* * * *
It wasn’t a complete lie that Brandon had to work. He needed to check his e-mail and return a call to one of the store managers. He did all that with Stuart naked, his hands bound behind him, kneeling on the bed with the butt plug in.
While Brandon sat up against the headboard, naked, his legs spread wide so Stuart could lick and suck his balls.
It quickly drove every other thought out of Stuart’s mind, and made it damned hard for Brandon to focus.
But he got through it.
He also knew he’d be giving himself a case of blue balls, but he didn’t let Stuart get him off. Instead, once his work was finished, he straddled Stuart’s back, facing his ass, and bare-handed spanked him with both hands, interspersed with biting the sweet, pink globes of his ass and raking his nails up and down them.
Every few blows, he’d press on the base of the butt plug, or palm Stuart’s sac, or give his hard cock a pump.
His poor boy was begging to come, but Brandon wouldn’t give in, no matter how much he really wanted to reward him.
It’d be far more effective to make him wait.
Stuart got a brief respite from the butt plug during their shower. Then it went back in before Stuart used the room’s iron to freshen the button-up shirts and slacks they were wearing to the rehearsal. They were dressed and ready to go in plenty of time to drive to the other hotel and meet Eileen and John in their room, where two of John’s sisters, Ariana and Lara, and his mom were huddled with Eileen on the bed and discussing the final details.
After introductions—and another round of smiling hugs—they were talking when someone knocked.
A woman in neatly pressed Army fatigues stood there and burst into a wide grin when John opened the door. “Johnny!”
He grabbed her and picked her up as he hugged her. “Miri!” Then he turned. “Stuart Powell, Brandon Ziegler, this is my older sister, Miranda.”
She playfully smacked his shoulder. “That’sMajorMartinez, to you, private.”
He snorted. “Yes, ma’am.”
His mom and other sisters swarmed her for hugs. Then two of Eileen’s friends arrived, and from that point on the room devolved into chaos and the three men basically stepped into the entryway and tried to stay out of the way.
The sibling resemblance was strong. They all had deeply tanned complexions, compared to pale Brandon, Eileen, Stuart, and Eileen’s friends. While they all had dark brown hair, nearly black, Lara and Ariana both had their mother’s hazel eyes, while everyone else had their father’s blue eyes.
John grinned. “I need to get dressed, so I get to escape into the bathroom. I don’t know what your plan is.”
“We can go wait in the lobby,” Brandon said.
Stuart didn’t want to leave the safety of the room—or the numbers of friendly people gathered—and risk running into Jake early.
Fortunately, someone else knocked. John opened the door and there stood three men in Army fatigues. They engulfed him in hugs and delivered friendly shoulder punches, until Miranda walked up behind John and loudly cleared her throat.
As one, the new arrivals straightened, snapping to attention and saluting. “Ma’am,” they said.
She grinned. “Thatnevergets old. At ease, guys. This is family time.”
Brandon and Stuart looked at each other, grinned, and whispered, “Sadist.”
They fist-bumped.
Chapter Fourteen
Fortunately, the arrival of John’s friends—and his father—meant that John could escape to his parents’ room next door to change, and Stuart and Brandon could make their way to the lobby to await everyone else.
