“We all know you’re her chosen successor and that she’s planning to announce her departure in February.”
Edward didn’t respond. He took his jacket and tie off. He hated wearing them, but men weren’t allowed in the Commons without a suit jacket and tie on– something he would love to change. Not that he wanted people there in jeans, but always being suited and booted didn’t make them anymore relatable, although the British loved their traditions. It would probably cause more of a scandal if he banned suitsin the Commons than if they knew he liked to get fucked in dark rooms by anonymous strangers.
What was he talking about again? Ah, yes. Hargreaves was being an arsehole as always.
“Why don’t you ask the party chair? It’s his responsibility for what the criteria will be.”
“He won’t say anything.”
“How do you expect me to know the answer, then?”
“Oh, I think you know. You just don’t want tocome outand tell me.”
Edward was grateful he was facing away from William at that moment, because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to control his facial expressions. The threat was obvious, but he wouldn’t bite. He turned and faced the man who stood for everything he loathed in politics.
“I’ve given you my answer, William. I know nothing. So if that’s all, close the door on your way out.”
“Very well, Edward, but if they make it impossible for this to be an open contest, I won’t accept it. This needs to be a fair and democratic process, and not another stitch-up, like it was whenshegot the job.”
He walked out, leaving the door open, because politicians were just oversized children. Edward shook his head in disbelief. It had been ten years since Olivia had beaten Hargreaves in the leadership contest. She hadn’t just beaten him; it was an annihilation with eighty per cent of the member vote. In what universe was that a stitch-up? Edward being endorsed by Olivia was not going to do him any favours with Hargreaves. There was no point stewing in his office, and he needed to get out of his head. He grabbed his suit jacket and tie before locking his office and heading out to do something he hopefully wouldn’t regret later.
“I knew you’d come back for seconds,” said the voice, which made Edward’s cock leak immediately.
It had been ten hours since he’d left his office. Of course the twink with the magic dick couldn’t drop everything in his day to meet Edward, and The Back Room didn’t open until nine o’clock, and took even longer to get going. The place wasn’t busy yet, but he’d been waiting in this room since before they opened, thanks to Derek. It had been his suggestion to contact the twink again. Edward had just wanted a meaningless fuck, but Derek had always been the one to stop him from acting recklessly.
“You know the sex will be good, and he has no issues with the setup. What’s wrong with having a repeat? He said you could call him again.”
His friend’s logic had irritated him, but after hearing that intoxicating voice again, which didn’t suit the way he looked, Edward knew he’d made the right decision.
“You didn’t prep, did you?”
“No sir.”
He chuckled. “Just call me Milo.”
Edward sucked in a breath.
“Relax. I don’t need you to give me a name as well. At least this way when you’re bragging to your friends about the epic repeat fuck you just had, you don’t have to refer to me as TwinkTop8.”
Edward couldn’t help laughing. He didn’t have anyone other than Derek whom he could talk to about this, but he would not say that out loud and bring down the mood.
“Take your clothes off and get on your knees.”
“I’m already undressed.”
“I didn’t ask for a running commentary. On your knees.”
Fuck!Edward wasn’t sure why he enjoyed being bossed around so much by this feisty twink, but he wasn’t about to unpack that now when saidepic fuckwas about to happen.
He almost squealed when a chilly hand brushed againsthis arse cheek, and his whole body broke out in goosebumps as one of Milo’s fingers stroked his entrance. Edward liked very little prep, as he loved to dance the line between pleasure and pain, but telling Milo to just get on with it would probably only delay things like it had the last time. And thinking back on how hard Milo had fucked him, he had been grateful for the prep.
Note to self: don’t be a greedy bitch, and let him prep you.
It didn’t matter what he said anyway. Milo was the one in charge here, and Edward loved that. In every other aspect of his life he had to make decisions all the time, but here, someone else was in control and he could just feel. Besides, he knew the young man was probably a master edger when he wanted to be, and Edward wasn’t a masochist.
Milo pulled Edward’s cheeks apart, and before he could say anything, he felt a familiar warm, wet tongue lapping against his hole. He couldn’t help but let out a moan as Milo switched between long licks and probing his entrance with the tip of his tongue. Edward felt his shoulders relax. Had he really been carrying so much tension? The interaction with Hargreaves hadn’t helped, but he didn’t want to think about him right now. That was a surefire way for his cock to deflate.
Milo’s tongue was joined by a finger, but it was just teasing around the edge. The noises coming from Milo made it clear he was enjoying his meal, and Edward had no objections. He lowered his head onto the rubber mattress, arching his back more, encouraging Milo to go deeper, which he did. After almost melting into the mattress, two lubed fingers, which slid into Edward with ease, replaced Milo’s tongue.
