“Not tonight.” I hand his leg off to Leo, who hooks an arm under Jordan’s thigh even as he still chews on his shoulder. “You need to earn that privilege.” I reach down and grab Jordan’s balls, tugging on them, squeezing just to the point of almost too much and making him gasp. “You know damned well you don’t get a say in that. And why is that?”
“Because I’m your slut, Sir!”
“That’s right.” I flick his left nipple ring with my tongue and between us I feel his erection jump in response. “I mean, look at you.” I tug his balls again. “Your ass filled with cock and justachingto be bred, isn’t it?”
His wild, feral gaze struggles to focus on me. “Yes, Mister President!”
Leo left the lube on the bed. I grab it and fill my right hand with lube, slathering my cock. Then I scoot in close and fist my cock along with Jordan’s and start fucking my fist. “Better not fucking come yet,” I order. “Not until I’m done. I know that’s not how I usually do things with you, but a well-trained little slut will do exactly as they’re ordered, right?”
He whines. “Yes, Sir!”
“Once I come, then you can get yours and show your Daddy how that bubble butt of yours can milk his balls dry.
Leo examines the mark he’s left on Jordan’s shoulder and shoots me a dark, sultry look as he bites down on another spot and starts sucking, adding to Jordan’s delicious predicament. Leo wrenches Jordan’s leg higher, which I know is adding both to the boy’s discomfort and his pleasure
I slowly fuck my fist, taking my time and savoring the feel of his cock sliding against mine. Plenty of nights in the past Leo had me stuffed with a large butt plug, tied me up, and got off just like this before finishing me.
Jordan’s eyes fall closed and I thump the center of his forehead with my free hand, making them snap open. “What’s the rule?”
“I-I have to watch you.”
“Then keep those fucking eyes open or I’ll break out the ice and you can get locked up again.”
“S-sorry, Sir!”
The scowl Leo shoots me even with Jordan’s flesh clamped between his teeth is the first hint that he’s not exactly happy with me over that, so I adjust course. “Good boy,” I coo, kissing Jordan. “Our little slut just needed a friendly reminder.”
“Th-thank you, Mister President.”
The furrows in Leo’s brow disappear and, yeah, mental note to self that Leo’s not going to be able to handle us at full-steam. Not yet. We’ll have to acclimate him to it if he really wants to be part of this kind of play on a regular basis.
I settle in and let Jordan rest his head on my left arm so I can press my forehead against his. I wish I had more energy to make this last longer for him tonight but I don’t. My rhythm picks up as I push myself toward release and shove away the thought about how normally Leo’s in charge of me, of this. Of when I can come.
Of how disorienting it feels taking charge of Jordan like this with Leo around.
“How close are you, Leo?” I grit out.
“Close. Go for it.”
Oh, good.“You heard him, slut. Get that ass moving if you want it bred.”
The frantic ball of horny energy now wedged between us starts frantically fucking himself between my hand and Leo’s cock. If I wasn’t so close to the edge myself I’d probably laugh about it, but all I want to do right now is sate the erotic ache drawing my balls up tight in anticipation. “Fuck, yeah!” I groan when I tip and spill, flooding my hand with it.
Jordan speeds up and I’m not sure if he or Leo come first because it’s a photo finish.
Not that it matters, I suppose. Jordan’s cock pulses in my hand, adding to the mess already there as Leo stills behind him.
Jordan’s eyes fall closed as he kisses me, and I struggle not to laugh when he literally falls asleep mid-kiss.
Leo notices, lifts his head, and a broad smile lights his features. He carefully releases Jordan and untangles from him and passes me a towel and wipes so I can clean up between me and Jordan. In sleep, Jordan rolls toward me, almost draped over me. Which works logistically because it allows Leo to get them cleaned up.
He heads to the bathroom and returns a moment later, sliding into bed with us and snuggling close enough behind Jordan he can kiss me.
“That was…interesting,” he whispers.
I arch an eyebrow at him. “That wasn’t even quarter-throttle,” I whisper back, wiping the smile from his face.
“Shit,” he mutters. “Really?”
