“You’ll both be naked anyway, so don’t worry about it,” Leo assures him.
I wish I could see Leo’s face. I can imagine the playful smirk quirking those handsome lips and narrowing the edges of his intense brown eyes.
Only a few minutes later, the two of them have set a slow and sultry rhythm bouncing me back and forth between them while I blissfully enjoy their attentions.
Leo rakes his nails down my back, making me shiver. “Do you think the pet’s earned a reward this morning, boy?”
Jordan’s fingers massage my scalp. “I think so, Daddy. He’s been a really good boy lately.”
“Then why don’t you switch positions and get under him? You seemed to like being on the bottom this morning.”
Like a shot Jordan yanks his cock from my mouth and eagerly squirms his way under me. Leo reaches over and shoves my head down. “Get busy, pet.”
When the wet heat of Jordan’s mouth engulfs my cock I have to fist the covers to struggle not to come. The boy knows exactly what to do with his mouth.
And considering the only two people he’s ever slept with are Leo and me, he had probably the best teacher out there. Leo’s taught him not only how to suck a cock well but specifically how to suck his and mine.
I end up hooking my arms around Jordan’s thighs and grabbing fistfuls of flesh, making him moan a little louder. He doesn’t need pain the way I do but a little bit always helps him hold back and makes his release even sweeter for it.
With us positioned like that Leo sets a new tempo, his thrusts rocking me and Jordan as I lower more of my weight onto Jordan and press him into the mattress. With Leo in charge over us—literally—it’s easy for me to do this without jumping into a Toppy mindset like I sometimes do during our play without Leo.
Beneath me Jordan whines and squirms, trying to rock his hips to get me to suck him faster, deeper, but I won’t be rushed.
I will savor this moment because I’ll reminisce about it quite a bit over the next several weeks when I feel like I’m at the end of my rope.
Moments such as these help me endure everything else, help sustain and nourish my soul, and they both know it.
Especially Leo.
And I know what Leo’s waiting. I’m reasonably certain if Jordan weren’t nearly crazy with need right now he’d understand, too. Leo, the master of self-control—usually—is holding back until he feels me start to climax.
Meaning I’ll draw this out as long as I can for Jordan, so I can prolong my own climax. I’ve become an expert at edging Jordan, even when he’s in Sir mode. In those moments I can take his mind off life for a few precious minutes and still serve him.
I pull off his cock and wedge my head deep between his thighs so I can lick his balls. Which almost backfires on me, because his needy moans around my cock damn near trigger my release.
I go back to what I was doing and we hover there, feeding off each other’s energy until, finally, I know I’m too close to the edge. So I give in and give everything to him and Leo both, which earns me a playful slap on the ass from Leo.
“Good boy!” he gasps as he starts to plow me.
Just like that, a moment later we’ve all collapsed in bed together in a panting, sweaty heap.
That’s when, somewhere, Jordan’s phone starts to ring, sounding like an old-fashioned kitchen timer.
He laughs and untangles himself from me and Leo, kisses us, and locates his phone. “That’s the casserole. It’ll be ready in five.”
“Then why did your alarm go off now?” Leo asks.
He grins. “Because if we were still busy I wanted a chance to get mine, Daddy.” He pulls on his clothes and heads out to the kitchen while Leo and I move to the bathroom to clean up.
There, Leo pulls me into his arms and kisses me. “Better, baby?”
I smile. “You always make things better.”
By the time we return to the bedroom, Jordan’s bringing in breakfast on the cart, including more coffee.
This morning the three of us eat in bed while the TV plays a home improvement show that has absolutely nothing to do with politics. Jordan and Leo take turns feeding me where I sit between them, allowed to hold my own coffee mug to drink from and that’s it.
I imagine a time six years in the future, when there is a very good chance this will be our daily reality.
