They absolutely do.
Alone with them like this, endless possibilities swirl through me. After winning re-election, maybe grabbing Leo in front of a pool spray and pulling him into my arms for a kiss everyone can witness and record. Maybe have him order Jordan to resign and then bring him in publicly, too. Or marrying Leo in the Rose Garden and then we both pull Jordan in for a kiss to show the world who he is to us.
We could be the first open triad in the White House and it would take the heat off Chris, ShaeLynn, and Kev so that they could also come out. Maybe Casey-Marie, Declan, and George, too. And Owen, Susa, and Carter, down in Florida. And others.
Except at what cost to my parents? Because, let’s face it, they’re the only people I really care about other than Leo and Jordan. Their opinions are the only ones that truly matter to me beyond what my men think.
This is progress, for me. Stella no longer figures at all in my mental equations because I realize now my feelings and my well-being have never, not once, figured in hers.
Behind me, Jordan increases his pace and the familiar, ragged sound of his breathing heralds his impending release. He slams and grinds his hips against me while building his pleasure and I brace myself and hold on tightly to Leo. I might end up with rug burns on my knees later from this but I’ll smile over those marks, too.
Because I know Jordan willtskand fuss over me, worried especially about my left knee and if I’ll have issues wearing Duck because of it.
His delicate, tender caretaker mode that, no matter what he does, he can never turn off with me. That beautiful, sweet, innocent soul of his always shining through even during his most sadistic moments with me.
I want to protect that side of him. I want to get him out of DC as soon as possible so this city doesn’t have time to turn him cynical and jaded and harshly sand off and sharpen his sweetly soft edges. Yes, he can be vicious at work when called for, but only because the innocent boy is devoted to what the three of us have together. He’d be equally happy to serve me and Leo on his knees and be at the bottom of our quirky little dogpile, not a mere indiscretion but an integral part of our foundation.
Jordan bites back a gasp as he plows deep inside me and holds still for a moment, my own cock twitching again and probably dripping pre-cum onto the carpet as he fills the condom.
Leo scratches my head. “Better, boy?” he asks Jordan.
He softly laughs. “Always, Daddy.”
“Go ahead.”
Jordan pulls out and I think he’s going to maybe jerk me off now, but what I feel next is his fingers and more cool lube being pressed into me. Before I can properly process that, Leo tugs on my hair.
“Up, pet.”
I climb into his lap, straddling him as he pulls me in for a kiss. Jordan reaches between us and I hear the rustle of a condom wrapper. Except Leo’s kissing me, holding me in place with his lips slanted across mine and all my will and conscious thought falls away. The taste of him, the feel of him. I drape my arms over his shoulders and make no mistake, I might be on top of him but he’s totally in charge and directing my every move.
Jordan grabs me by the hips and then Leo and I both moan as I feel his cock press for entrance. I need no urging to wiggle and grind until he’s seated all the way inside me.
Only then does Leo tip his head back, smiling up at me. “Go for it, pet.”
I need no further encouragement. Moments like this are rare indeed. I remember our early days together, when I’d spend entire weekends with him, eagerly learning everything he taught me.
Figuring out parts of my soul I’d previously ignored or shoved so deep inside my closet they nearly died from suffocation.
Learning how much fun it was to give in and give myself to him.
Finding out what I liked, what I loved.
What I needed.
Discovering how much I enjoyed doing exactly this with him, taking my time and riding him and watching his face as he comes undone under me.
Because of me.
Forme.
Jordan stands behind me, his arms around me and his fingers unerringly finding and tweaking my nipples, making my cock jerk as it brushes against Leo.
Belatedly, Leo realizes his logistical error and quickly pulls off and discards his shirt. Now, instead of fabric my cock presses against his warm abs.
Lust seizes hold of me and maybe he’ll make me pay for this later but I take over, setting the pace, the rhythm as I press my forehead against his. “Tell me I’m yours, Leo.”
He cups my head in his hands. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. Always.”
