Page 75 of Trapped for Christmas

He’d gotten more clothes from Hunter and Paolo, and then Charlie had delivered the knockout, or Sebastian had. He was covering Zeb’s tuition to go to college. Sebastian had talked to Mason about it first. He was worried, as he knew Mason had wanted to pay it and been turned down, but Charlie was insistent. Sebastian could never say no to his husband. Sebastian had also covered tuition for Hunter and Paolo’s sister.

Mason was pulled out of his thoughts by Zeb gagging again, so he pulled him off and flipped him onto his back, and maneuvered him so his head was hanging off the bed. He then stood and lined up his cock, before pushing it into Zeb’s willing mouth. Mason slid his length in slowly, getting just over half in before he was met with some resistance.

“Breathe slowly through your nose.”

Zeb’s eyes were watering profusely and his throat kept contracting around the head of Mason’s cock, pulling him closer to his orgasm. He pushed another inch inside and fucked his throat a few times.

“Jerk yourself off,” said Mason.

Zeb gripped his hard and leaking cock, and within a few seconds cum was splattering his chest. He must have been so turned on that he was on the edge already.

“Close your eyes and keep your mouth open,” said Mason.

Mason pulled his cock out of Zeb’s mouth and jerked himself off. After three strokes, he threw his head back with a moan, and then quickly snapped his eyes back open in time to see his cum paint Zeb’s face and tongue. He squeezed out the last few drops, pushing his cock back into Zeb’s mouth. The head of his cock was sensitive, but it felt amazing as Zeb closed his lips around it and sucked him clean. He looked completely wrecked with a blissed-out expression on his face. Something Mason would never tire of seeing.

“What’s this all about?” asked Mason, walking into his private dining room.

“This is Ethan’s meeting,” said Sebastian.

“Yeah, but you know everything.”

“Not this time.”

“How’s Zeb?” asked Ryder with a grin. “Does he still have the use of his legs?”

Mason rolled his eyes with a smile.

“This is the first time since Christmas Day that I haven’t been inside Felix. He got me this amazing present. Guess what it was?”

“Self-portraits of your fiancé,” said Ethan, walking in.

He was wearing a five-grand tailored suit, but then he was never out of one. You rarely saw him in casual clothes.

“How did you know that?” asked Ryder.

Ethan said nothing, just smiled before sitting at the table.

“Sorry to pull you all away from your men, but I wanted to tell you this face to face.”

Mason had a bad feeling about this conversation. They all fell silent, even Ryder, and looked at Ethan.

“As of the first of January, I’ll be taking over as CEO of Lang Capital.”

Mason wasn’t sure what to say. Of all the things he’d been expecting Ethan to say, that was not it. Mason had assumed it would be about Simmons. It was Sebastian who spoke first.

“You said you’d never take over the family business.”

“Things change. It’s time for me to step up.”

“I assume you’ll have to run the business from LA,” said Sebastian.

Mason hadn’t even thought about that, but Ethan confirmed it with a nod, his eyes not leaving Sebastian’s.

“And what about your own company?” asked Sebastian, his voice calm.

It was as if the rest of them were spectators at a private business meeting.

“I’ve stepped down as CEO, but I’ll still be on the board with a controlling share.”