He’s still being of service and giving me what I need, even if what he’s giving me is himself.
My sweet, gentle boy.
I rub my cheek against his, the slight scratch of his afternoon stubble rasping against my flesh. He nips my earlobe, tugging. It’s the deliciously desperate edge to his breath filling my ear that trips me over unexpectedly. Carter’s trained me too well in too many ways, including my own sadism. I love having my boy needy and wanting me.
I arch my back as his lips close over mine again. He pounds into me, wanting to catch up, to fall with me. It’s something we don’t get very often like this, and it’s so much sweeter when we do. I’m swirling around that funnel, heading down, when I hear his deep, desperate gasp, and I know he’sthere.
My hands squeeze his as my body lets go and pleasure rolls through me once more, not as intense as his mouth on me, but lasting longer. Every stroke prolongs it, until he finally falls still inside me and we’re both lying there nuzzling each other once more.
“Love you, Susa,” he whispers.
I wait until he’s looking me in the eyes. “Love you, too, Owen. Are we okay?”
He nods, kissing me again. He’s not allowed to lie to either of us, even if it’s an uncomfortable truth, so I know we’re okay.
The rest remains unspoken. I have promised him that, once we are both out of politics, we will reveal the truth and live openly. It won’t be a secret to some by then, I’m sure, but that goal lays unseen years in the future.
That is my vow to my boy, and I damn sure will keep it.
* * * *
Owen’s still inside me. He’s released my hands and is resting on his elbows when I feel the mattress dip next to us.
I don’t break eye contact with Owen. “Did you enjoy the show?”
The bastard extraordinaire chuckles. “Beautiful, as always, pet.” Carter kisses Owen first, then me.
Always Owen first, like this.
I never mind, because there will be countless future times where it’s just me and Carter, or where Carter won’t be able to kiss Owen in front of others. I will never begrudge our boy being first whenever we can put him there.
Like now.
Carter reaches over and strokes Owen’s head, rubbing his scalp in that playful, tender way that immediately drops Owen into subspace.
Like now. I smile as I watch Owen’s eyes fall closed, his body relaxing even more on top of mine.
The bastard extraordinaire might be many things good and evil, but I cannot deny he knows our bodies even better than we do, sometimes.
“Although you both have too many clothes on,” Carter pretend gripes.
Owen’s eyes are still closed. When I look at Carter, his gaze is fixed on me.
“We got distracted.”
“So I see, pet.” I can also see Carter’s fly is tented. I’m sure he stood in the doorway and watched, squeezing himself through his slacks as he did, the handsome perv.
He loves to watch.
I love putting on a show for him with Owen.
But now we’ve also fired him up, so I wonder which one of us he’ll choose to slake his lust with, and how. Unless he specifically asks for one of us to volunteer, I’ve given up trying to outguess him, in that regard. I’m never right, it seems.
Sometimes, I think he does it just to fuck with me.
Damn, I love the sadist.
He stretches out alongside us and kisses Owen again. I see the way Carter’s arm tenses and I know he’s just fisted Owen’s hair. A soft, sexy moan from Owen a second later confirms that for me.
