Leo lifts his mouth from Jordan’s and smiles at me over Jordan’s shoulder. “Strip. Meet me in the bathroom.”
I’m not sure which of the two of us strips faster, me or Jordan, and Leo laughs as we both race for the bathroom.
One amenity this cabin does have is a renovated bathroom with a large soaking tub. Not as generous as the one in the White House, but large enough for the three of us to climb into and snuggle together in cozy comfort. With Jordan in the middle, Leo kisses him as my hand slips between Jordan’s thighs and plays with his erection. He’s whiny, needy, squirmy—pliant and begging and perfectly ours.
Completelyours.
I bend my head to mouth one of his nipple rings, flicking it with my tongue so he moans even louder. I live for these moments, making him feel good and completely turning off his brain. Don’t get me wrong, I love making him feel good when he’s in Sir mode, too.
Knowing first-hand as well as I do how great it is to shut down all conscious thought for a little while, I more than anyone know how much better it is for him when I can do this for him. Not only can he completely let go and enjoy it, he feels zero guilt about dropping into boy mode because Leo’s there to take the reins. It’s not me topping Jordan for the night with him feeling guilty that he’s not “doing his job.” It’s Jordan returning to his default mode knowing I’m still getting my needs met, too.
My fingers slip lower, cupping his sac as while his hips rock against my hand and he tries to regain the traction on his cock. Our needy, greedy little slut—only for us, of course. We desperately love him.
Leo grabs me by the hair and pulls me off Jordan’s nipple because he turns Jordan’s head so I can kiss him. Leo dips his head to torment Jordan’s other nipple, his fingers now playing with the one I just relinquished.
Jordan reaches up to grab my head and I use my free hand to capture his wrist and gently wrench his arm up and back, over his head, leaving him helpless with his other arm pinned behind my body.
A shudder washes through him with an accompanying moan that I swallow. His tongue fucks my mouth and I suck, nip, ravish him. I want his lips pink and puffy when I finally release him. I want his eyes wide and glazed, desperation oozing from every pore. I want my wild, fey-like boy, unfettered and outside of this world, unconcerned about what anyone thinks except for the two of us and satiating our completely filthy desires.
I want the universe to completely cease to exist for him beyond our mouths and hands and cocks.
I want to pin him between us in bed while we pound into him from either end and fill him.
He absorbs and feeds off our depravity, cleansing and satisfying our souls without sullying his own, filtering the darkness from us, making us better men without losing his sweet, beautiful perfection in the process.
I don’t know how he does it but I know I would not be the man I am without him and I will kill or die for him without hesitation.
A gasp of pain signals Leo’s biting Jordan, sucking hard on his pec, wanting to mark him already. I swallow every noise Jordan makes while trying to coax others from him. My fingers gently tug his sac before returning to his cock and I have to be careful because he immediately tries to fuck my fist and I’m not ready to let him come yet.
Rare moments such as these remind me of what I’m living for, what I cling to. Dreams of days ahead like this without schedules or commitments or responsibilities to consider and interrupt us.
My hand trails lower again, finding his pucker and teasing him there, pressing my finger against him just firmly enough to trigger another frantic round of fruitless writhing as he mindlessly searches for any kind of relief. Watching him slip into this mindset takes my breath away, makes me want to be a better man, to be good enough for him.
Barring that impossible goal I want to be able to gloat as I blow his mind with pleasure.
My own cock is hard, aching, but I don’t give a shit about that. I’m having too much fun teasing and kissing Jordan while Leo takes his time putting his own marks on the boy. I don’t know how long we’ve been in there when Leo finally sits up, dark hunger turning his eyes the color of rich, black coffee.
“Bed,” Leo hoarsely orders. “Now.”
Jordan nearly trips while climbing out of the tub, and I reach for him, steadying him as Leo’s laugh brightly rings through the bathroom. “Easy, boy,” Leo playfully warns. “No hospital trips this time.”
A moment later we’re dried off and in bed. Leo stands at the end with Jordan on bottom, his legs slung over Leo’s shoulders. I’m on top of Jordan in a sixty-nine. Leo quickly preps and slides his sheathed cock into Jordan while I muffle Jordan’s moans with my cock down his throat.
The way every sound he makes vibrates around my erection as I suck his cock pulls me dangerously close to orgasm. So I pull back some, halfway in. His arms are pinned under me because I want him completely helpless to do anything but lie back and enjoy every second of this.
He’s earned it.
Tonight is all about Jordan, our guiding light, the love of our lives. Our innocent indiscretion.
“Fuck, El,” Leo groans through gritted teeth. “He’ssogoddamnedgood.”
I lift my head from Jordan’s cock and look up at him, smiling. “Any chance we can fuck him outside while we’re here?” I slide my cock deep into Jordan’s mouth again when he moans at our words.
Jordan loves it when we get like this, completely owning him, treating him like our treasured toy. Which he is.
Always treasured. Frequently a toy.
Leo clamps his hands around Jordan’s thighs. “I don’t know. I’m keeping my eyes open for an opportunity. Might not be able to risk it with the unauthorized drones, though. They already took down three today.”
