My release builds, tensing my body as the universe fades away around us until it’s nothing but me and Jordan and the feel of what he’s doing to me.
My world.
My everything.
Leo’s instincts about Jordan were perfect from the start. Jordan is what we were always missing, even if neither of us realized how true that was at the time.
“Now,” I gasp as I tense one final time, pulling him deep and clenching my jaw against the satisfied groan trying to escape. Pleasure spikes through me as I spill into his willing mouth. The outer edges of his eyes narrow in the way he has that tells me he’s viciously satisfied he’s brought me pleasure. That look of his is always the same, whether he’s in boy or Sir mode, and both Leo and I receive it.
He lives for us.
Catching my breath I ease my grip on his head. “Show me,” I croak.
He does.
“Good boy. Swallow.”
He does, his gaze never cutting from mine.
I grab his arms and pull him up, into my lap. He settles across my thighs, his arms draping around my neck as I kiss him, holding his head in place so I can ravage his lips. I want him come drunk and sated by the time I let him go to sleep tonight. I want him thoroughly spent and wearingmymarks.
I want his lips puffy from my kisses and his dreams filled withme.
Leo didn’t realize when he brought Jordan into our fucked-up orbit that I would completely lay claim to him. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about Leo challenging me for ownership of the boy, either.
Because I’m willing to fight for Jordan, even against the man I love.
Keeping my left arm around his shoulders I slide my right under the waistband of his sweats and wrap my fingers around his erection. His soft moan into my mouth as I smear pre-cum over the head of his cock makes my own twitch again. Not sure I’ll have a second one for him tonight but I can probably count on getting at least two out of him, which is why I’m doing this now.
Leo is a physical sadist with the boy sometimes but emotionally he’s always gentle and tender. Daddy and the boy is their default, no matter how rough their play.
Yet for Jordan, sometimes it’s not enough. The boy loves it when I get territorial and dirty with him.
Frankly, so do I.
I nip his lower lip as I squeeze his cock and slowly stroke him. “Give me the first one, slut,” I order, and he starts squirming in my lap, trying to rock his hips in time with my hand to comply.
I’m rough with him, allowing no quarter as I stroke. It’ll chafe him but as deep as he is in subspace, he won’t feel any of that until later tonight or maybe even tomorrow morning when Sir awakens and playfully swears at me for it.
“That’s my good little fucktoy,” I whisper against his lips. “Taking what I give you because this belongs to me, doesn’t it?” I squeeze, making him gasp.
“Yes, Sir!”
“Tell me what you need.”
His fingers dig into the back of my neck, wanting more, needing my lips on his again. “I need to be your slut tonight, Mister President.”
My cock twitches again and I realize there might be a second one in me after all.
“What else?” I ask.
He squirms in my lap. “Your slut needs a good fucking.”
“A good fucking? Or does my slut need a breeding tonight?”
He shivers. “Breeding, Mister President,” he whispers. “I need you inside me, please.”
Yep, there’s the start of a good chub for me. “You going to get on your hands and knees in bed and stick that gorgeous, slutty ass in the air for me?”
