Carter holds Owen in place and kisses me, then tips his face to bring Owen in so we’re all kissing each other.
Hey, don’t knock it.
“I think I want you both to stay right there,” Carter finally says before he releases Owen and sits up.
Oh, Iknowwhat he’s decided.
Seconds later, Carter shucks his slacks and kneels next to us, his cock sliding between our mouths as he holds his shirt out of the way. Owen and I automatically start licking, sucking, as Carter rests a hand on Owen’s back and begins fucking the space between our mouths. Together, we take turns deep-throating him before he’s back to using our lips pressed together to stroke his cock. His cock is already leaking pre-cum and is that kind of steely-hard engorged that tells me he waswaymore than just turned on by watching us—he was halfway to coming.
When he finally unleashes a deep, sexy groan I know means he’s hit the point of no return, instead of burying himself inside my mouth or Owen’s, he opts for one of his favorites—painting both our faces with his cum as he starts furiously stroking his cock with his hand. He smears it all over me, over Owen, our foreheads and cheeks and chins, making both of us take turns sucking every last drop from the head.
Then he sits back and watches, smiling as we lick each other clean, both of us now giggling, laughing, kissing, our usual balance restored.
The bastard in charge.
Believe me, we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t love it, and Carter, or weren’t certain how much he loves both of us.
Chapter Nine
Now
It’s a great inauguration ball. I eat too much, dance too much, talk waaaay too much. I’m stuffed, my feet freaking hurt, and I’m going to be hoarse tomorrow.
And I’m sure I still have a panty violation caning to endure at some point tonight.
It’s just past midnight when the remaining guests start getting a gentle hint from the waitstaff that they don’t have to go home, but they can’t stay here, when they start clearing the tables, removing tablecloths from empty tables, and quietly stack chairs. At midnight we switched over to piped-in music from the hotel so the bands can pack up and go home. Some of the FSU students have classes tomorrow, although the high school students have excused absences.
Literally. Notes personally signed by Owen, although we’ve already cleared it with the principal.
Still, that’ll be a neat keepsake for the kids.
My parents, Carter’s family, and Owen’s family are staying at the hotel. At eleven thirty, Carter escorted his mom and dad upstairs, but he hasn’t returned yet. Owen’s family left a little after ten, because they’re departing early in the morning to drive back to Tampa. Daddy and Momma have already left and headed to their hotel room.
I plop down in my chair next to Owen after ShaeLynn Samuels says her good-byes for the night.
“Can we blow this party yet?” I mutter as I lean forward to take my shoes off under the table.
I know Owen’s watching me. It’s probably killing my poor boy that he can’t drop to his knees, help me do it, and then massage my aching feet for me.
“Soon,” he says. “Someone’snot back yet.”
I personally think he likes torturing himself a little. When he can’t refer to Carter as “Sir,” he’ll frequently call him “Someone” instead.
Still gets thatS-sound in there.
I glance around, catch Dray’s eye, and tap my left wrist, where a watch would be if I wore one tonight.
He nods and starts looking around, quickly excusing himself from the people he’s talking with, and heads out of the ballroom.
He’s on it. Carter chose well hiring him to be my chief of staff, and I’m looking forward to him working with me for the next sixteen years, if I’m lucky.
I grab my shoes, set them on Carter’s empty chair next to me, and sit back in mine. “This was a good night. I’ve been to several of these things, or ones like them, and they’re usually sucky. I think we did great.”
Owen nods, but he’s staring at his left thumbnail as he sort of picks at it with his right index finger.
Our boy is exhausted.Done.
And damned if I can do a single thing about it right now. I’m kicking myself in the ass we didn’t get a hotel suite of our own, but Carter nixed that idea. Said even if we are paying for it out of our own pockets, and paid the security detail ourselves, it’d still look bad because only half the story would get out.
