Chapter Forty-Two
Leo and I make our way back to the West Wing, where Suzanne looks up at our return and gives me a tentative smile. From the confusion on her face, I’m sure my beaming grin in return probably appears a little…disconcerting.
I don’t even hesitate as I open Elliot’s office door without knocking and walk right in. Leo follows, shutting and locking the door behind me.
Elliot’s sitting at his desk and looks up at our entrance, his gaze widening as we quickly converge on him. Before Elliot can speak, Leo’s got him tipped back in his chair and kisses him.
Here’s a day I was beginning to think would never happen. Can’t say I’ve ever felt so glad to be so wrong in my life.
When Leo finally ends their kiss, he’s wearing a pleased grin that probably matches the one I’m wearing. He runs his hand through Elliot’s hair. “Feels like I should buy a lottery ticket.”
I stand there, my arms crossed over my chest, watching them together, my cock already hard again from the show.
Two against one when I’m nearly half their age is a good thing, in this case.
They’ll be the first to admit it.
Both of them look at me and Leo holds out his arm to me.
I saunter over—yes, Iliterallyfricking saunter, thank you very much—and climb into Elliot’s lap, facing him so I can kiss him.
Leo grabs me by the hair and kisses the two of us while we’re kissing each other.
Oh, nom!
I drape my arms around Elliot’s neck and grind on him as we kiss. Leo’s fingers dig into my scalp, and I’m sure he’s doing the same to Elliot.
“My sweet, perfect pet, and my beautiful baby boy,” Leo whispers. He kisses Elliot, then me. “Boy, you and I got to play. I think you should reward the pet.”
I nip Elliot’s lower lip before I slither to the floor and shove his knees apart. Leo moves behind him and cups the front of Elliot’s throat, holding him still. He presses his cheek against Elliot’s and smiles down at me.
“Do it, baby boy,” Leo whispers. “Watch him, pet. Watch the way he worships your cock for me.”
I’ve dreamed about this moment foryears. To hear the eagerness in Leo’s voice. To see the visceral hunger in his gaze.
To see Elliot wantingme. No more rejection or denial. Nothing but sheer, unbridled passion between the three of us.
Elliot’s cock is already hard and pressing against the front of his slacks. When I unfasten his belt and start dragging the zipper down, his fingers curl and tighten around the arms of his chair.
Leo kisses his cheek. “No restrictions, pet. Let him suck it from you. Enjoy it and put on a show for me.”
I look into Elliot’s eyes, knowing we all have work to do and I can’t drag this out nearly as long as I’d like to.
Except those blue eyes of his. Those gorgeous, needy, beautiful blue eyes. Little flecks of midnight make the light blue stand out so much more. Depending on his mood and the light, sometimes they look dark and hungry.
Like they do right now.
I make this one fast and easy, with none of the teasing or dragging it out—or him begging.
Leo moves his hand to cover Elliot’s mouth so that when the boy comes, the sound’s muffled, and every hot, tangy drop tastes so damned sweet rolling over my tongue.
My gaze shifts and meets Leo’s hungry brown eyes.
I bet he’s already hard again, too.
Breathing heavily, Elliot finally slumps in his chair. Then he reaches down and tenderly strokes my hair and my heart sings in response.
I can do this. This tough, rocky, pothole-marked road we’re embarking on together—I can endure anything.
