Flipping him onto his back, I shove his thighs apart and kneel between them to worship his cock. He automatically raises his hands over his head, a trained reaction to how many countless times I’ve pinned him in place. Sometimes, he can’t stay hard if he doesn’t do that, if I’m not actually holding him down.
Settling in, I love teasing him, making him beg. Since we don’t get many leisurely nights like this, I’m going to take my time and make the most of it. Every sweet gasp and low moan burrows into my soul to take their places with other memories I cherish. I savor the taste of him and wish I was brave and selfish enough to give him the order I know he’d obey.
To promise me not to run.
To retire from politics after Shae’s second term ends, and to bemine.
Except it would poison us, I’m sure. Maybe not at first. Maybe years later, but eventually, it would.
Hehasto ask for it.
When I finally feel close to the point of no return from my cock rubbing against the bed, I grab lube and a condom and roll him onto his side so I can spoon behind him. I hook one arm under his knee to hold him open, and cradle his head on my other arm as I work myself into him. I have him wrapped in my arms and he tips his head back so I can kiss him. Like this, I can last a while.
I drape his leg over me and reach around him to find his cock. “Love you, baby. Love you so much.”
The smile I get in return is sweet and more than a little subspacey. “Love you, too, Master.”
I don’t rush. We’ll end up falling asleep once we’re done. Probably wake each other up in the middle of the night, fuck some more, and then fall asleep again. Maybe more than once.
Elliot’s body feels warm and solid stretched out against mine. I’m struck once again how much larger he is than Jordan. Unlike on our trip out to California, at least Elliot doesn’t feel frail now. Our time together during the trip helped him, and so has tonight.
Teasing him takes me close to the edge but I want to get him over first. I nip his lower lip as his cock glides inside my fist. “Come for me, baby. Give it to me.”
There’s always something magical in this moment. This isn’t one of the fast, hard fucks stolen before exhaustion takes us. This is makinglove. Sweet desperation fills his gaze before I feel his release start. I hold back while he hotly spills in my hand, and then I can finally follow him over the edge. As we fall still, kissing and nuzzling each other, my mind blessedly goes quiet for a little while.
We need to clean up but, for this moment, I want to freeze time.
When I look, he’s staring into my eyes. “Shower, pet?”
He nods and I see the exhaustion return to his features. Fifteen minutes later, we’re back in bed and I’ve turned on the TV, the volume low. We lie tangled together, fingers laced, Elliot using me as his pillow.
He squeezes my hand.
I squeeze back.
In this moment, I am contented, and I try not to think about the first time the three of us slept together in this bed.
Because it’ll break my heart all over again, contemplating Jordan’s absence now.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Then
“You sure about this, Sir?” Jordan stands naked in front of the closet and surveys his tux, where it’s hanging on the door.
Since he’s not officially a government employee for a few days yet, there’s nothing that says I can’t buy things for my guy.
Not just a tux—which he’ll need over the next several years for more than the inaugural balls—but several suits, too.
Because he’ll need them for his job working in the East Wing.
I had a lot of fun taking him suit shopping. Maybe to a silly amount. Just one of those mundane things I’ve never been able to do with Elliot. Not as a “couple,” anyway.
I step behind Jordan and wrap my arms around his waist so I can nibble on the side of his neck. “Damn right, I’m sure. You’re going to look like a million dollars, baby.”
He absofuckinglutely will.
Both my boys will, since I chose Elliot’s tux for him. It takes a little of the sting out of not being able to publicly claim him.
