Something deep within me flutters in a good way. “I know, Sir. That’s what I want—bothof you,allthe time.”
It’s my most fervent dream. I’m almost afraid I’m going to awaken and find myself alone in bed and that nothing’s happened because the past several years were only a dream. If that’s the case and I do?
I’ll make sure I promptly de-ass my head and rectify that immediately.
But thismustbe real—the feel of the cool, crisp sheets against my flesh as I squirm against Jordan and please him, the chill in the air around us, the eager anticipation cycling through me.
I’mfinallymarrying Leo. While I’d love to be Elliot Cruz, Leo rightfully pointed out that would mean a helluva lot of changes to stationary, signage, and other things all over the country, meaning an unnecessary expense as a result. Thus, for now I’ll remain Woodley, and hyphenate Leo’s name to mine. Once I’m out of office, then I’ll start going by Cruz. Leo will hyphenate Woodley to his name, so that’s some consolation.
It’ll be good enough, for now.
Let the historians figure out how to write my name for posterity. I’ll be too busy living my best life with the men I love to give a fuck, flying or otherwise.
The only thing more perfect would be if I could also add Walsh to my name. Better, if he could just change his last name to Cruz-Woodley.
Hmm. Maybe I should ask him to do that. Not like he owes his parents any loyalty.
I know our time to play is short this morning because even though it’s my wedding day I still need to take my PDB before the festivities begin.
Working my way down Jordan’s abs I lick and suck and kiss, reveling in how his grip in my hair turns needy about the same time his hips start rocking slightly, urging me on. I waste no time enveloping his erection with my mouth and taking him all the way down to the root.
A low hiss escapes him. “That’s it. You know what I love.”
I do. I love doing it to him, too.
I slowly pull off him until just the head’s in my mouth. With languid licks I play with his cock, tracing its shape with the tip of my tongue, driving him slowly insane before going deep again. I repeat this for several minutes while trying to keep track of time in my head so I don’t stress either of us out.
I could spend the entire day doing this to him, or to Leo.
Even better, to both of them.
Four more years.
It takes maybe ten minutes until I feel Jordan stretching, reaching for something, dragging the nightstand drawer open and then he shoves the lube at me.
“Come on, boy,” he practically growls. “Use your hands on us.”
He watches me as I sit up, straddle him so our cocks lay pressed against each other, and dump a lot of lube into my palm. With both hands I hold our cocks together and start jacking both of us.
“Yesss…” He laces his fingers behind his head and keeps his gaze on me, watching, always watching, the way Leo always watched me all those years ago, whether doing something like this or while I was at work or attending an event and had no idea he was there.
Always watching me.
Always watching outforme.
Over the past several years I’ve developed a technique that works for both of us. This is more a Jordan thing than a Leo thing, although Leo does enjoy this. Just like Leo has things Jordan doesn’t do as often, because they’re different men despite all the similarities the three of us share from our years spent together.
I know if I come before Jordan he’ll figure out a punishment for me as a consequence. Like this, I’m allowed to come, but only after he does.
As the two of us settle into a rhythm I see desire take hold in him, the way his lower lip catches under his teeth, the sweetly glazed look in his eyes.
“That’s it, boy,” he whispers. “You know what to do to me, don’t you?” The corners of his mouth quirk up. “If you thought your Master was possessive of you before, just wait until he’s got a ring on your finger and doesn’t have to hide who he is to you in public.”
My heart races not only because of our building passion and need but also an eager desire to make exactly that happen. With the dam of my fear blasted out of the way I can now publicly enjoy a different kind of camouflage than ever before. In plain sight Leo can now be my Master and no one will be the wiser. No worries about anyone catching us sharing a look or a glance—or even the same neckties—because we’re married, that’s why.
And being married gives us an extra level of cover with Jordan, too. As long as we’re both seen spending time with him and being reasonably affectionate together in public—not shockingly so, obviously—no one will automatically assume we’re a throuple, only that Jordan’s a very close friend, an adopted little brother to us both, in addition to working for me.
As I stroke our cocks I keep my eyes open and focused on Jordan, wanting to remember every second of this moment. I want this entire day, even the hidden parts, emblazoned on my soul until the day I die. I want to recall exactly what Jordan sounded like as I coax an orgasm out of him with my hands, how the scent of our cum mixed together with lube lays in my lungs, the feel of how hot and hard his cock grows in my fingers as he draws close to climax, the way his body tenses and flexes as his conscious control gives away to primal need and reaction and I know it’s because of whatI’mdoing to him.
