I know what he wants from me and in this moment I’m completely happy to do it.
It means turning my brain off for just a wee bit longer. Before I face the crowds tonight.
I remember the night of Shae’s first inauguration eight years ago.
Not the balls—I hated those.
After. When Leo and Jordan were waiting for me at Number One Observatory Circle.
As Jordan’s hot cock slides down my throat I wrap my arms around his hips for balance and eagerly tongue the head, all as I recall how back then I wished I was brave enough to ask Leo to let me reward Jordan.
How jealous I felt because it was Leo’s hand stroking Jordan to completion that night. Even though Leo told me only moments before that I was free to use Jordan whenever and however I wanted.
Even if I was under orgasm restrictions with him.
I know Leo meant it as a way to try to loosen me up and hopefully allow me to want and bond with Jordan, but there was never a problem with me wanting Jordan.
I’vealwayswanted him.
Until I could be certain Jordan really wanted me in return, and wouldn’t ruin me if things went wrong, I couldn’t reveal that to anyone.
Tonight Jordan makes me take every inch of his cock, until my nose presses against the soft nest of hair at the base. Then he holds himself still and deep inside my throat, biding his time and waiting.
Testing me.
This is something he’s even better at than Leo. Jordan’s domination of me is emotional and mental and he wields those tools with strategic, incisive force. He can’t physically overpower me.
Inthisway, however, he can make me do anything.
I’m not certain Leo realizes that.
If Jordan told me I’m coming out to the world tomorrow, I would.
Jordan knows that, too.
I have ceded this power to him and it terrifies and thrills me at the same time. My hard and leaking cock, which painfully throbs in my boxers even as I try not to gasp for air around Jordan’s cock, is proof of that. He has proven his love and loyalty to me so he’s earned that power over me.
Just before I think I’ll have to signal that I need to breathe he eases out enough I can suck in a deep breath. All while he evilly chuckles and scratches my head.
“Good boy,” he whispers.
And I’m…gone.
I’m not the leader of the free world.
I’m not the man who’s followed around by a guy carrying a suitcase that would allow me to unleash nuclear hellfire upon the world.
I’m Jordan’s good boy.
In this moment, I’m moaning and needy forHimbecause all I care about is Him and what He needs.
I slide off the edge of the bed onto my knees, trying to keep his cock as deep in my throat as I can for as long as I can.
That earns me a chuckle and more head scratches.
Which resume being tear-inducing fists in my hair when he viciously fucks my face.
I need it,craveit.
