Free Antidote (Don't) by Jack L. Pyke Page A

full with.” Quiet. “Will you allow Gray to re-Master you, Jack?”
    Name the time, date, place, and I’d be there, saddle thrown over shoulder, cowboy hat on, naked, willing to ride the rough until he stopped bucking through exhaustion, but for all of the smart-ass answers I could have used, “Please,” was the only breathed reply I managed. It won a soft chuckle off Gray, and I quickly added a “Yes, sir”, hating the sub-mode already slipping into gear there.

    The doors to the main hall closed behind me, and Jan had enough time to stand before I was over, pulling him up, backing him against the wall, then kissing the fuck out of his mouth. “Merc. Now.”
    “What?”
    “Move.” I gave him little choice, making Jan nearly fall as I forced him into a stumble down the stairs. I wasn’t waiting for the lifts.
    “Jack?”
    “Shush.” We passed the security guards, Jan doing this whole salute thing as the two guards shared a
what the hell
moment. As we made it to Jan’s Merc, Jan’s back hit the passenger side door as I pushed him up against it. Hands sorted blindly through his pockets as my mouth caught his, hips grinding into hips.
    “A little desperate to get laid there, Jack?” breathed Jan.
    Still hunting for Jan’s car keys in his trouser pocket, the hardness he had going on distracted me for a second. “Just, just get in the fucking car.” We crushed in close, breathing heavy, heated, touches all out of rhythm. “I want to play the fuck out of your body, I—”
    The keys were pulled from my hands and Gray threw them to Jan.
    “You touching my sub when he’s been marked off bounds to everyone but me, Jan?” There was no anger there in Gray’s voice, just that flick of a half smile, but the bastard part to the Master Dom was there, and it had Jan fumbling to push me to arm’s length.
    “I, hmmm.” The keys jangled in Jan’s hands. “No. Just—I’m just warming his-the, warming
the
engine up for you.”
    Jan was suddenly gone, heading for the driver’s side, and leaving me dropping my head against the black Mercedes Benz.
    “You’ll make a Master when you grow up, Jack.” Gray sounded like he was smirking. Then he came in so close behind; his light breath, then a gentle nip on my neck had me forgetting all about Jan for a few cock-teasing seconds. The feel of him behind me had my legs inching wider apart, hands slipping behind my head, and body and mind going for full and silent submission right here in the darkness of the car park.
    “In the Mercedes,” whispered Gray, “you touch no one. You
do,
however, touch yourself without coming. Clear?”
    “Mmhm.” A release of lock went somewhere and I twisted my head to see Gray holding the passenger door open. Oh, right, in
that
Merc. Managing to drag myself away, I ducked into the back, Jan not helping the issue when he looked in the mirror and caught my eye.
    As the door was shut, the draft disturbed my hair, helping to cool things down. Then with the car barely shifting as Gray eased in, everything heated up having him so close.
    One hand gripping onto the headrest behind, I inched down, already easing my trouser belt open, then ghosting a touch into my suit trousers.
Fuck me.
I’d been touching myself for years, knowing the twists and turns that got me going, but Gray brought this to a new level playing this shit out in the open.
    Strokes were kept long, slow, and even on my dick, the play hidden beneath the protective cover of white shirt and black tie. Feet were flat on the floor, hips occasionally shifting up as teasing became too much. I kept my gaze twisted away from Gray, almost into my arm as I gripped onto the headrest behind, eyes screwed shut. Tonight was all about Gray, about what got him going, what he wanted—needed....
    Jan was quiet, unnaturally so. The Merc kept a constant pace, yet when I looked, Jan’s knuckles were white, his eyes completely fixed on the road ahead.
    This was the niggling concern in amongst