Shoving his thighs apart with my knees I probe with my fingers, carefully pushing one into his ass. It slides in easily because he’s still slick with lube and cum and he moans as his cock jolts into a full erection.
Leo fucking barebacked him.
This is a statement, a challenge. A dare for me to do something.
How do I know?
Because in the early days of this crazy thing the three of us have it was me and Jordan engaged in a push-pull with Leo as both the pivot and our chew toy. Only back then I was desperate for them not to discover how I felt about Jordan. The marks I left on Leo, the call and response Jordan and I engaged in, was more one-sided than they knew.
I wanted to see Jordan’s marks on Leo and knew every time I left one he’d leave another as a cheeky reply. A challenge.
Back then, I wanted to pretend those secret message we left in Leo’s flesh were for each other. I mean, they were, but Jordan and Leo believed one thing while my intention was something entirely different.
There have been countless times since Jordan moved in with me that Leo’s sent him back to me after they took a shower together and cleaned up. There’s no reason he couldn’t have kept Jordan until morning—which I thought was the plan, since he was gone so late—and Jordan could have returned freshly showered and changed and wearing work clothes to awaken me in the morning.
But…no.
Leo unapologetically sent the boy back to me freshly fucked and marked.
I slowly pump my finger inside Jordan as I stare into his sweetly glazed eyes. “Did your mean old Daddy leave you horny, baby?”
He nods, surprising me. “Yes, Sir. Said if he wasn’t allowed to make you come earlier then I wasn’t allowed to come unless you made me.”
I was right.
This is one of the many reasons I love that fucking sadist so goddamned much.
“Then let’s take care of that for you.” I press harder, deeper, using my other hand to pin him to the bed by the throat with the collar’s warm leather wrapped in my fingers.
Jordan spreads his legs wider for me, heels digging into the covers as he squirms against me. The sexy way his hips rock in time with me, riding my hand, hardens my cock.
The boy’s getting himself fucked a second time tonight.
I pull my finger free from his ass and use my grip on his collar to haul him upright so I can peel his shirt off him. I still don’t release him, though. I drag him up the bed where I sit against the headboard before finally releasing him.
“Get the lube, my little slut. Unless you think he left enough in there for me.” Which I doubt. I don’t ever want to hurt him, either.
At least, not like that.
Jordan’s smile almost looks drunk. “Yes, Mister President.” He leans over and yanks the nightstand drawer open, plucks the lube out, and sits up, holding it out to me with the corner of his mouth quirked in a fricking adorable little smile.
Yep. The boy’s back in subspace. Or, maybe he was still a little loopy from his time spent with Leo and this just reinforced it.
I take the lube and quickly slick my cock. Then I grab him, spinning him around and pressing his back against my chest.
This leaves me able to wrap my arms around him and growl in his ear. “What are you fucking waiting for, an invitation? You’ve already been fucked raw once tonight. Get that ass on my cock.”
A shiver ripples through him, his head lolling back on my shoulder while he starts doing just that. My cock’s like fucking iron and I bite down on his shoulder as he presses the head of my cock against his rim, pausing once I’ve popped through his ring.
Slowly, knowing what I love, he works every bit of me inside him. There are few things that feel better than the heat of his body gripping me like this, that beautiful, perfect ass of his, a tight little bubble butt that makes me pant after him like a bitch in heat and makes him want me to fuck him like he is one.
“That’s it, baby.” I wrap my fingers around his cock and squeeze until he moans. “You bounce that sweet ass on my cock like a yo-yo and maybe I’ll get you off before I go to sleep.”
Who am I kidding, though? I can’t bear to not get him off and Leo damned well knows that. Leo calculateseverythinghe does. This was no accident.
This was a love note—Leo’s to me, via Jordan. Echoes of our old days when this triad was still new and tenuous and I felt terrified they’d walk away from me.
My other hand plays with the rings in his nipples, back and forth, as he squirms and rocks. Like this I can hold off for a little while, enjoying it longer.
