My lips over his muffle his deep, loud moans, and the feel of him squeezing my cock quickly brings me to the edge and shoves me over, pleasure sweeping through my body in a nearly painful wave as I spill and fill the condom.
We both fall still, breathing heavy and my hand on his throat now gentle and stroking while we kiss. I could kiss him all night. He kisses just like Leo and I finally process it’s because he’s only been with Leo before he was with me.
This is why he’s so perfect. He knows all the sweet, dirty ways to touch my soul and wind my heart around him because he belongs to Leo, and I belong to Leo, and Leo belongs to us.
Jordan’s eyes flutter open as Leo straightens in front of us and leans in for kisses. But Jordan’s gaze remains on me, his eyes glazed in a familiar way I know all too well first-hand. I remember that night in my bedroom, the night of Shae’s first inauguration, where Leo told me to feel free to use Jordan anytime I wanted.
Thank god these two men have the patience of Job with me.
I smile and nuzzle his nose. “Love you, Jor.”
His sweet smile twists my heart around him even more tightly. “Love you, too, El.”
“Ahem.”
We both look at Leo, who’s smiling as he slowly strokes his cock.
“Love you, Leo,” we say in unison, cracking him up.
He grabs Jordan by the hair and pulls him forward. With Jordan sitting on my lap and my wilting cock still inside him, Leo quickly pounds himself down Jordan’s throat and I hold Jordan by the hips to steady him. All the while, Leo’s gaze holds mine, his triumphant smile full of love and victory as he quickly reaches his climax.
I watch his O-face and cherish it, not a hint of jealousy in my heart.
This brilliant, stubborn man. I can’t believe he never gave up on me. All these years—hemustlove me. I’d be stupid to keep denying him theonlything he’s ever wanted throughout our time together, which isme.
My open acknowledgement of my love for and devotion to him.
For him to be able to publicly hold my hand and have the world know I’m proud he’s mine.
I’ll need to come to peace with the fact that my family may never embrace me the way that I am in the same enviable way Leo’s family embraces him and Jordan. At least I know Leo’s family will embrace me, too.
I mean, Ihopethey will. They basically adopted Jordan, especially after learning what absolute shits his parents are.
I wonder if I can have Casey-Marie order an IRS audit of Jordan’s parents?
Nah, bad POTUS.
Still, a guy can dream, right?
Leo eases Jordan back against me and straddles my lap, pressing Jordan between us. He kisses Jordan, then me. “My gorgeous boys. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
I think he’s wrong on that count—Iam the luckiest man in the world. Except I’m not going to argue with my Master.
What, you think this is my first day?
Jordan wraps his arms around Leo’s neck. “Can we keep him, Daddy?Pleeeease? I’ve always wanted a pet POTUS.”
Leo and I roar at Jordan’s playful tone and, damn, it feels good to laugh like this. I wrap my arms tightly around Jordan’s waist and bite down on the top of his shoulder sucking hard and making him squirm. “You already have a pet POTUS,Sir.”
Jordan tips his head back, his smile fading. “Four more years and then your ass isours. No letting Ciro talk you into an ambassadorship, or a cabinet position, or any bullshit like that. Understand me?”
I nuzzle his nose. “Yes, Sir. Crystal clear.”
Jordan then looks at Leo. “Goes for you, too.”
Leo kisses him. “The two of you will be lucky if I even allow youclothesfor the first couple of months after the pet’s out of office, much less let you leave the house.”
“Oooh, promise?” I snark.
