“I didn’t mind, believe me. Besides, he rewarded me, too.” His smile fades. “If you need me to tell him to back off, I will. If you want him to stay scarce and not see me until you work through it, I will. Even if you want me to stop texting with him.” He sighs. “If you tell me you can’t be with him anymore and ask me to let him go, I will do that, too. I willalwayshave your back, Jor, because I know you’ll have mine.”
“You don’t think he’ll have your back?”
“I do, but that’s not the point. If you’re putting me first, then I put you first, too. United front.”
I’m honestly touched, and I lean in for a kiss.
And then…
Then we end up making love. For the first time, without the weight of worrying about Leo’s return hanging over my head, I realize how easy things feel between us and have from the start of this. No awkwardness. Just…easy.
I mean, things were easy between me and Leo, but in a different way.
So many years were spent with Elliot being first by default in my relationship with Leo. It was a double-edged sword, ironically, because it wastotallyone-way.
Leo was his. I was Leo’s.
But Leo was never “mine.” Not the way I wished he was. I always had to share him, like it or not. It’s what I agreed to. No matter how much Leo loved me, I was always second place and always would be.
But now, Elliot is totallymine.
I feel it to my core.
Leo has to share him withme.
He’s wearing the leather collar and cuffs, but tonight feels more like equals than boy and Sir in any permutation.
We kiss and nibble and lick, exploring and letting our desire build. In only a few short weeks, Elliot’s mastered exactly how hard to bite and suck on my nipples, how lightly to stroke my abs and make me shiver, where the sensitive spots are behind my ears to brush kisses and nearly shut down my brain.
I’ve learned this tough man has a mask, a disguise as complex as my own, held even longer. He’s fourteen years older than me and yet so fragile at his core, and I don’t even mean in toxic ways. Not toxic to anyone but himself, that is. His own happiness suffers. I guess technically Leo and I suffer as well, but it’s not intentional on Elliot’s part.
He only wants to do good things with his life. I can’t imagine him sighting a target with a carbine and pulling the trigger and ending a life. Even knowing his history, it’s impossible for me to imagine this tender, gentle man being able to kill.
Maybe that’s one of the reasons he desperately needs it when Leo beats him into submission, to shut off his brain.
I come into his life in this role now able to see a much larger picture of his emotional health. It allows me to map out his buttons and press them to achieve similar goals without having to overpower him.
He wants to submit to me. Not that he doesn’t want to submit to Leo, because he does.
He’s afraid ofharmingme, though. He’s not afraid of harming Leo. He won’t resist me because he’s scared he’ll go too far. Even the night he took over and topped me, I sensed him holding back in ways Leo never would.
Because once Leo knew my limits, he never hesitated to slam me hard against them and then some.
Because he knew how tough I really was.
Both our cocks are leaking all over, we’re grinding on each other, and I finally reach for the nightstand drawer to get a condom and the lube. By default now, I always grab a towel before we come to bed, because I hate having to get up again if we need one.
He sits up, his back against the headboard while I go down on him, running the tip of my tongue around the end of his cock and playing with his foreskin. I think he’s even more sensitive because he’s intact, while Leo and I are both circumcised.
Finally, I rip open the condom pouch, rolling it down his shaft while I kiss him. He’s quickly getting better about when I like to ride him. He still prefers catching, but I think seeing how much I enjoy this has helped him.
He takes the lube from me and I rise onto my knees so he can reach under me and slick me, teasing my hole with his finger as he does. I drape my arms around his neck and kiss him, nipping and sucking on his bottom lip, enjoying the rasp of stubble against my face. I could go a couple of days without shaving and barely look scruffy, but not him. He’d look shaggy as hell.
Probably hot as fuck, too, but with a campaign to run, we can’t try different styles on him now.
He wipes his hands and holds the base of his cock for me while I lower myself onto him. With our lips slanted over each other’s, he swallows every soft moan I make as he breaches me, and I love every perfect thing about him and this. My own cock twitches and jerks, leaking more pre-cum as Elliot’s cock glides across my sweet spot and nearly sends me over the edge.
Once my ass meets his thighs, he leans forward a little, so I can wrap my legs around him.
