Kevin’s sadism with me is the mental and emotional kind, strict obedience demanded while in that mode, leaving me focused totally on him, begging for more, and desperate to earn his praise.
They’re perfect for me, and for each other.
Then the men switch positions. Now it’s Kev cradling my body against his while Christopher dives between our legsand puts that talented mouth of his to good use on both of us.
Under me, I feel a shiver rock Kevin’s body. I tip my head back and receive his sweetly greedy kisses. I taste myself on him and love that, too.
I know he’s mine—ours.
I know in my heart he’s nothing more than friends with Lauren.
I have the satisfaction of knowing he’s dedicated his life to this crazy, impossible thing we havetogether that’s now been made very, very real.
Lives will depend on us—literally.
The country depends on us.
And this fragile secret we protect and nurture during stolen nights like this will have to suffice for all three of us until we once again enter private life.
Kevin captures my hands and laces fingers with me, crossing our arms over my chest and holding me in place. While we kiss, Christopherworks to send me over once more. Only this time, once I’ve made it over, he lifts and maneuvers me so Kevin’s cock slips free of my body.
I spot his wicked smile before Kevin’s low moan in my ear makes my body clench and yearn for more. The gentle rasp of the stubble on Christopher’s cheeks against my inner thighs as he swallows Kevin’s cock teases and taunts me.
Then he slides two fingers insideme, and my brain shuts down. Christopher is a master in many ways, including knowing how to focus both his pets’ attention fully on him.
I tip my head back again, my lips seeking and finding Kevin’s. His breathy moans fill my mouth as, down below, my husband eagerly seeks his wife’s and boyfriend’s pleasure.
Moments like this sustain all three of us. The maestro expertly plays our bodies, evenmanaging to lick my clit and Kevin’s cock at the same time with long, slow swipes from that talented tongue, until I finally give it up first and Kevin soon spills in his mouth.
Kev and I lie there, panting and spent as Christopher rises to his knees and slides his cock inside me again. Pinned between them, I enjoy it as he takes another round of pleasure from me. Sometimes that happens withhim. He might be a sadist, but he enjoys making us moan for him. He takes great pride in knowing he has that effect on us.
Finally, we’re stretched out on our sides in front of the fire, me between them and Christopher’s arms around both of us as we watch the festivities in Times Square on TV.
I can close my eyes and relax, let go, and just…breathe. Christopher will watch over us, vigilantlyensure the security and logistics to support and protect us. Meanwhile, Kevin is diligent when it comes to my fledgling administration, building a solid foundation that’s free of scandal and which will allow me to do great things for our country.
My Priest and my Prophet.
Mine.
I can’t do this alone. I couldn’t do this if I didn’t have both these men. I don’t know how I ever thought I could.I don’t see how any president can effectively do their job without maybe not bedfellows, but at the very least ride-or-die advisors who will honesty guide and support them.
It reminds me to trust, the way I trusted Christopher when he asked it of me two years ago. The way I trusted Kevin, because Christopher asked it of me.
That trust got us here in the first place.
Like hell will I stop trustingeither of them now.
