They both moan at that order and I feel Elliot’s cock twitching inside me. That mental image nearly sent Elliot over the edge, I’m certain.
Good. It’s not in doubt that they’re physically attracted to each other. I want themwantingeach other. They’re both eager to please, and I suspect if Elliot overcomes his self-consciousness that he’d be fucking Jordan half to death once he gets a feel of the boy’s mouth.
We maintain that delicate balance for several minutes until I crest too close to the edge and can’t hold back any longer. I pick up the pace and make Jordan swallow me all the way to the root as I spill. That triggers Elliot’s orgasm. Even after I go soft, I keep Jordan on me, holding me in his mouth.
I lean in and kiss Elliot. “Can I take care of the boy, pet?”
Again, I know that’s mean, taking advantage of Elliot when he’s happily come-drunk, but at least I admit I’m a very bad man.
“Yes, Master.”
I sit up and, without dislodging Elliot’s softening cock from me, I lean over and grab Jordan’s erection. I quickly jerk him off and then make him lick my hand clean. “Good boy,” I tell him, massaging his scalp. “Very good boy. Back to your spot and wait for me. Hands at your side.”
He climbs off the bed, a little shaky now from the force of his orgasm.
I lean forward and kiss Elliot again. “Love you so much, pet,” I whisper.
“Love you, too, Master.”
“Let’s go clean up.” I reluctantly move so I can help him into the bathroom. Five minutes later, I have him back in bed. It’s nearly three in the morning, and if I climb into bed with him, I’m going to fall asleep.
I sit on the edge of the bed and spend a moment kissing him. He’s nearly asleep. “Thank you for tonight, pet. I love you so much. I’m so proud of you, and proud that you’re mine.”
He gives me a sleepy smile. “Love you, too, Master.” I start to stand when Elliot speaks again. “Thank you, boy. I appreciate all your hard work.”
I blink back a prickle of tears as I motion for Jordan to stand and join me, and nod that he can respond.
“You’re welcome, sir,” he says. “I’m glad you like it.”
I press one final kiss to Elliot’s forehead. “Go to sleep, pet. You’ve got an early morning. Text me when you can. I’ll see you when you come to the White House. Staff will be here by five a.m. to get breakfast ready for you and your family. I set the alarm on your phone for you.”
“Thank you, Master.” His eyes fall close. He’s already softly snoring by the time we make it to the end of the bed to start finding our clothes.
Hopefully he’ll sleep well and not be troubled by nightmares.
We dress in silence and I retrieve my phone and shut off the music. When we leave, I pull the bedroom door shut behind us.
It’s rare that Elliot will have household staff present in the mornings when he wakes up. He’ll prefer to be alone and has already issued orders to normally have them wait until he’s left for the day, or at least not come in until after he’s up and dressed for the day. Unless he’s hosting an event, like tomorrow morning’s breakfast, he won’t have full-time staff present.
That’s practically unheard of but, then again, it’s been a long time since there’s been a bachelor VPOTUS.
I wait to speak until we’re downstairs. “Are you all right?”
Jordan nods.
I pull him in for a hug. “He needs different things than you do, boy.”
“I thought you were going to hurt each other.”
“That’s kind of the point. He likes to be hurt.”
“I mean in bad ways.”
I chuckle. “That was nothing. You should see some of the play we do when we’re not both exhausted.”
I give him a moment, because it feels like he’s not ready to move yet.
“Did you mean it when you told him he could use me?”
