I envy that the boy has the freedom to do that. Hopefully, one day, after another four years have passed, that can be me.
Leo spins Jordan around and backs him toward me so Jordan straddles my lap, then eases him down onto me. I spread my legs and start to pull Jordan’s back against my chest when Leo makes a noise to pause me.
He reaches for something on the end table under the towel—lube and a condom. He leans in and kisses me, handing the condom and lube to me. Then he snags the towel and puts it within reach next to me on the couch. Leo smiles and straightens, pulling Jordan forward so he’s leaning against him.
“Get our boy ready, pet.” He threads his fingers through Jordan’s hair and the boy softly moans.
Jordan moans again, louder this time, as I lube two fingers and press one, then another inside him. I quickly prep him and sheath my cock in a condom, slathering it with more lube. I wipe my hands and grab him by the hips, lifting and easily impaling him on my erection.
Now we’re both moaning and Leo wears an absolutely gorgeous smile. Part possessive, part pride, swaddled in pure passion.
Leo eases Jordan back into my arms before he unfastens his trousers and whips out his cock, stroking himself. He’s already hard. “Kiss him, pet.”
I reach up, cup the front of Jordan’s throat, and he turns his head so I can slant my lips over his. Like this I can easily pin him in place. I reach around him with my other hand and start tugging on his nipple rings, back and forth. Every tug makes his tight ass twitch and squeeze around me as he squirms on my cock.
We all need downtime, including Jordan. This is one of my favorite ways to make love to Jordan when I’m topping him, to have him ride me like this.
“Yeah, like that, pet.” Leo leans in and adds his kisses to ours. “That’s fucking sexy.”
Jordan moans and squirms even more and then I realize why—I feel Leo’s hand between our legs, playing with our balls, gently tugging in the way he knows I love, no doubt lightly stroking Jordan’s with his thumb.
Shutting off my brain grows easier now as I focus on kissing Jordan. I alternately squeeze and stroke his throat, holding back because the boy is tough and likes some rough play but he doesn’t need the deep, feral pain I crave from my Master.
In this moment, Jordan completely belongs tome.
Leo’s hand disappears and I realize he’s hiking Jordan’s legs up, positioning him to brace his feet on the edge of the sofa on either side of my knees. Leo smiles down at us. “Keep kissing, boys.”
Leo leans over and when Jordan loudly moans into my mouth I realize Leo just went down on him.
I stop tugging on his nipple rings and grab him around the waist, never releasing his throat. I know Jordan enjoys this type of restraint, of feeling helpless, and I totally get what Leo’s doing right now.
He’s centering Jordan, letting him know that despite this next step Leo and I are publicly taking together we’re not abandoning him. He willalwaysbe here between us, belovedbyus. I never want him to feel left out or behind again.
IneedJordan to know how much I love him. I will resign from office before I hurt Jordan or abandon him. I swore to myself when I summoned him to me in Tallahassee that I would never again let him walk away from me. Even if it meant completely shifting my loyalties to him and leaving Leo behind.
I know Leo’s not leaving me.
I want Jordan to know we—I—will never leave him. Even if he’s not my husband on paper. Even if the public cannot know I would die for this man—both of them—and I will not abandon him. If anything ever comes to light and I am challenged about him I will proudly admit yes, he’s ours.
Hopefully that discussion will wait until I’m out of office.
I mean sure, the GOP could try a bullshit kangaroo move and attempt to impeach me for withholding this info, but if they do I’ll warn them of a massive document dump to WaPo and others detailing their own indiscretions.
Leo’s not the only one with connections, although he seems to have even better ones than I do.
Meanwhile, I’d rather not have my legislative agenda derailed by a personal scandal. I’d rather Jordan’s life not be plunged into a sticky, tar-filled morass of moral indignation and hypocrisy.
Jordan hooks his arm back around my head, his hand cupping the nape of my neck and deepening our kisses. I struggle to stay in control and not drop into that sweetly comfortable dynamic we normally share.
Master wants me on top with Jordan for now. I suspect Leo wants to get him off first because the boy can fuck us both ragged and still come back for more. Not a bad thing, because I’ve given Jordan plenty of midday blowjobs down in my private study.
I…kinda like that, actually. Being used by him. Servicing him. Like I can in some small way atone for all the absences between me and Leo. Because Leo loves Jordan as much as he loves me, and it means by making Jordan happy I’m making Leo happy.
I like making Jordan happy, too. He’s completed us and I regret taking so fucking long to make it happen.
Jordan squirms on my lap, breathless as we kiss and his ass contracts around my cock while Leo blows him. Leo’s damned good with his mouth, too.
I slowly fuck Jordan, taking my time because I’m not sure what Leo wants to do after he gets Jordan off. Leo’s hand returns between our legs and Jordan shudders in my arms. I tighten my hold on him and pull him deep onto my cock because I know he’s close now. When he starts to come I can’t help myself and begin fucking him, hard, pounding him up and down on my cock like he’s a rag doll.
