Belonging to him quiets my mind and grounds me in ways even Leo can’t. Nothing against my Master but while Leo filled most of the space in my soul with his presence, Jordan flowed in and topped off the remaining cracks and crevices and makes me whole in these moments.
“Take it,” he whispers, now throwing me a brutal fuck that will leave my lips red and puffy for a while.
I don’t care.
With my current state of mind he could leave a huge red hickey high on my neck where everyone can see it and I’d let him.
Any- and everything I am and have and do, in this moment, centers on this point of brilliant light in my universe.
Jordan.
He steps forward, shoving me hard against the bed so my head’s pressed into the side of the mattress and the frame digs into the middle of my back. I’ll feel that one tomorrow and I know my cock will twitch with need every time I shift positions and my clothes brush against the bruises.
“Don’t swallow,” he grits out just before his cock spills.
I’m glad he warned me because my normal reaction is to eagerly, greedily suck every drop from him.
After a few breaths he pulls out. “Open.”
I do, showing him.
He evilly smiles and sticks two fingers into my mouth, coating them with his juices, which he then paints my lips and cheeks with. His hand closes around my chin and gently closes my mouth. “Swallow, boy.”
I do.
He crouches down at my level and kisses me. I taste him as he holds me in place with his lips slanted over mine and smearing his juices over both our faces. His eyes sparkle with mischief when he leans back, leaving me horny and breathless and so utterly, desperatelyHis.
“When you feel overwhelmed tonight,” he says, “just lick your lips and remember this moment.” He stands and holds his hand out to me. “Come on, pet. We need to get you cleaned up and ready.”
Dazed, it takes me a moment to respond, to put my hand in his so he can coax me up off the floor. There’s probably a wet spot in the front of my briefs and I know there won’t be any relief for me yet.
Jordan uses my need against me, too, in creative ways.
Like keeping me distracted or focused, depending on the circumstances.
Did I mention how utterly devoted I am to this man?
All I want out of life is to be worthy of him and Leo.
But especially Jordan.
CHAPTERTWELVE
NOW
I’m prettysure Leo correctly follows my train of thought when he sees me watching Jordan.
He also sounds amused. “Come along, pet. Let’s leave the boy alone and let him finish cooking while we go play.” Leo herds me toward the private living room, where he scoops up my briefing binders and his phone before he continues on to the master bedroom.
I follow, unknotting my tie as I walk. In the bedroom I spot Leo’s overnight bag sitting on the floor next to the closet.
A wave of longing sweeps through me, to wish I could see his clothes hanging next to mine in the closet every morning.
And next to Jordan’s.
I know that last part is a dream that must wait until after I’m out of office and we have a home of our own and privacy to live our lives to the fullest but it’s one that sustains me far more than it should.
Leo sets the binders in one of the comfortable chairs in the bedroom’s sitting area. “How much work do you have tonight?”
