Indiscretion (Inequitable Trilogy Book 1)

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by Lesli Richardson


  That’s the only thing he interrupts our kiss for, and I haven’t even tossed them off the bed when he’s kissing me again.

  The needy hunger there completely disables every ounce of common sense and intelligence I have in my body.

  When was the last time Elliot tackled me like this?

  God, I can’t even remember.

  Used to be a time he could barely keep his hands off me when we were safely behind a locked door.

  Shoving those darker thoughts aside, I unfasten Jordan’s belt while he’s trying to unbutton my shirt. I can’t even get my blazer off because of him sitting on top of me.

  “Lube?” he mutters against my lips.

  “Drawer.” I point to the nightstand.

  He lifts his head, looks where I’m pointing, and stretches to reach it. Then he stands—on the bed—shoves his jeans and briefs off, kicks them off the bed, and drops back down onto me before I can sit up. My cock’s dying to be freed and it doesn’t help Jordan’s squirming is rubbing against it through my slacks.

  He’s fucking gorgeous. I run my hands all over him, everywhere. Not a lot of body hair, and his clothes hid the lean muscles and lines of his legs and abs. His cock is maybe seven inches, slender, and circumcised. It’s also fucking hard and already leaking pre-cum. Barely slowing, he unfastens my belt and slacks and yanks my briefs down enough to expose my cock.

  I’m going to roll him onto his back so I can go down on him and apply the brakes to this when I hear the snick of the lube bottle’s cap. He smears lube all over my cock and it takes me a breath or two to register what, exactly, he’s doing. Before I can sit up and pause things, he rises onto his knees and I feel him press the head of my cock against his rim.

  And then he impales himself all the way to the root in one hard thrust, making both of us moan and nearly making me come.

  “Fuck yeah!” he gasps, kissing me again.

  A little common sense finally kicks in. I wrap one arm around his waist to hold him still and cup the back of his neck with my other. “Wait.”

  He lifts his head. “No, I’m not waiting. I want this.”

  I stare into his eyes. Hell, he’s still got his damn glasses on. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Let’s not forget that we’re barebacking and haven’t even discussed that. I mean, I know I’m clear, and if he’s a virgin then I’m reasonably sure he is, too, but we should still talk.

  A laugh barks free from him. “I appreciate your concern, except I have toys way bigger than you. I might be a virgin but I’m not celibate or unexperienced.” He leans in and kisses me again.

  Okay, then. He did take me in one go like a total champ.

  I splay one hand in the middle of his back as I clamp down on the back of his neck and slow this down. I want to savor it. Bending my knees, I plant my feet on the mattress and scoot us back from the edge a little, so I have leverage.

  “I’m driving,” I say, kissing my way down his jaw, to his throat. “And don’t you dare fucking come before I let you, boy. You’d better obey your Sir, or I’ll redden your ass and you won’t sit for days.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He’s whining, squirming, desperate now. But like this, I can use my legs and start slowly grinding up into him.

  That’s another talk we really need to have, because sleeping together is a separate issue from Sir and boy.

  I’d wanted our first time—if he’d decided to sleep with me—to be loving and tender and…well, like a damned romance movie.

  Not an adrenaline-fueled, desperate, survived-near-death fuck.

  The other issue is, of course, I don’t want to pop too soon.

  I finally roll us over without dislodging myself. That allows me to get my damn blazer off and throw it onto the floor. I peel my shirt and undershirt off and stare down at my beautiful boy.

  Mine.

  My slacks can stay on for now, because like hell do I want to pull out of him to get them off. After I remove his glasses and set them on the nightstand, I lift his legs, sling his knees over my shoulders, and lean in, my cock still lodged deep inside him.

  “You really want Sir right now, baby? Or do you want sweet and tender Leo?”

  He raises his hands over his head. “I want you to fuck my brains out, Sir.”

  I’m going to call that consent.

  I grab his wrists in my left hand and pin them to the mattress. With my right, I reach between us and find his cock. It’s smearing pre-cum all over both of us and I rub my thumb over the head. Looking him in the eye, I bring my thumb to my lips and suck it clean, reveling in his salty taste.

  Round two can be me going down on him, I suppose.

  I reach between us again and lightly pinch and roll his left nipple. Not too hard, but enough to make him whine and squirm, and I feel his ass contracting around me. I want to see what his tolerance really is. As I increase the pressure, I feel his cock twitching, too.

  Excellent.

  There will be all manner of delightful tortures in my boy’s immediate future. Maybe even nipple piercings, something I damn well knew Elliot would never agree to, even though he’s fantasized about getting them.

  It’d be too “risky,” in his mind.

  If he stays…

  I shove that annoying inner voice out of my brain.

  Of course Jordan will stay.

  I don’t know how I’ll make him stay but I won’t stop until I convince him he needs to be here.

  With me.

  Selfish?

  Oh, fucking absolutely. I’ll own that.

  I’ve spent the past six years unable to be with the man I love. Lots of frustrating, lonely nights. Lots of barely constrained anger followed immediately by guilt for feeling like that. I’ve denied myself a lot because of my love for Elliot, and I would still have denied myself had he not once again made the offer for me to date other people, and then Jordan walked into my life almost immediately after.

  Like it was meant to be.

  The sweetly glazed look is back in his eyes and it reminds me so much of Elliot that first night in this very bed.

  The boy is mine.

  The flash of a fantasy rolls through my brain, of having both my boys together in bed, maybe me and Elliot spit-roasting Jordan between us, or one of them riding my cock while I suck the other one, watching them kiss…

  It’s such a powerful image it nearly makes me blow my load.

  Sucking in a breath, I lean in and nip high on his left pec, loving his moans. I bite down, testing, harder, sucking to leave a mark.

  I want my marks on the boy.

  I want my marks on his ass, I want to leave bite marks on his neck where Elliot can’t help but see them.

  Where anyone can’t help but see them.

  I want people to know he’s mine, even though I know that, for now, we should keep this on the down-low. I don’t want Shae to start her administration with me dragging her into a scandal that could lead to closer scrutiny of her and Chris and Kev and their relationship.

  When I look, I’ve left a nice, dark mark behind. After a few slow, deep thrusts, I bite him again, this time on his right pec. I repeat that—a few thrusts, leave a mark. A few thrusts, leave a mark. I graze my teeth over his nipples and love the gasping moans that earns me. He can’t do anything but squirm under me from how I have him pinned.

  Fuck it.

  With my head I shove his head to the left, so I can reach the right side of his neck. I bite low, right at his collar line, and start sucking. I don’t want it to be too dark, so I ease up and work my way to his ear.

  “Every time you look in the mirror, boy, I want you to see Me on you.”

  Another moan.

  I can’t hold back much longer. I start to fuck him, long, hard strokes, driving deep with each one. I rise up enough I can look him in the eyes. “If you can come, boy, do it.”

  He might not get off this time but if he doesn’t, that’s okay.

  It shouldn’t surprise or please me as much as it does when he
almost immediately explodes. The sensation of his body squeezing me trips me past the point of no return. When I spill, it’s deep inside him, breeding him and forever marking my place in his history.

  I shift position, letting him wrap his legs around me as I tenderly kiss him. When I release his wrists his arms immediately drape around my neck, holding me in place and returning every kiss with a deeper, more urgent one of his own. I never fully soften, either, which surprises the hell out of me. I literally can’t remember the last time that happened, that I was ready to go like this.

  Suddenly, a sneaky, playfully evil smirk quirks his lips. His ass contracts around me, catching me off-guard. He also starts rocking his hips against me. That’s when I feel that I’m not the only one still stiff.

  I go with it and reach between us to jerk his cock for him while I fuck him.

  This one takes a little longer for both of us. As we stare into each other’s eyes while we fuck, I know I’ll never forget this moment.

  Because as I explode inside him a second time right after getting him over, I see the triumph flash in his eyes. I know he now owns me every bit as much as I own him.

  I don’t know what that means for my heart, but part of my soul finally feels like it’s found peace.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  I catch my breath for a moment before I sit up and pull Jordan with me. “Shower,” I hoarsely croak.

  We’re kissing under the spray mere seconds later, my hands once again roaming everywhere and his all over me. I could spend all night in here with him, but I know the hot water will only last for so long.

  By tomorrow morning, I hope he doesn’t regret tonight.

  This was a mistake for a bunch of reasons. Except I can’t take any of it back. Now, we can only move forward.

  He’s going to have some nice marks by morning.

  My marks.

  I lift my mouth from his and stare down into his eyes for a too-short forever. “You have to be okay sharing me. And you can’t be with anyone except me. Not to be an asshole, but we can’t risk it for a lot of reasons.”

  Except if he leaves DC and returns to Tallahassee, that’ll be moot, I suppose. At least, for now, he doesn’t know Elliot’s name. He can make a lot of educated guesses based on what I’ve already revealed to him but there’s nothing concrete. No proof.

  That makes me sad for reasons I can’t stop to unpack right now.

  He meets my gaze with a steady one of his own. “Yes, Sir. I’m okay with that.” Then, he shocks me with a whisper. “It’s Elliot, isn’t it?”

  My clever, clever boy. I’m not going to deny it, but I won’t tell him yet, either. “You signed an NDA.”

  He nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  I study him. “I cannot confirm anything yet. There are a lot of secrets for you to keep if you stay with me. I’ll always protect you. But if you burn me, or anyone else involved in this administration, I can and will ruin you and your reputation for life. I’ll never threaten you to keep you with me. I have no interest in that. You are always free to leave, because I have zero interest in forcing you to stay. But trust has to be earned, just like I expect to have to work to earn and keep your trust. Show me you mean what you say. Let me trust you by your actions.”

  A sweet ferocity fills his expression. “I keep my word, Sir. No one will ever find out from me, I swear. I know words are worthless, but I’ll prove it to you, that you can trust me.”

  Losing myself in another kiss with him seals my fate. Elliot won’t be happy with this development but I’m too far past that point to care. At least, I am in this moment. Hating myself can happen later.

  Because for the first time in years, I feel…light.

  Loving Elliot isn’t easy for a lot of reasons that would be so much easier to deal with if I could at least sleep in the same damn bed with him most nights. I have few chances to recharge myself mentally or emotionally, and it gets more difficult every time to reclaim myself after giving everything I have to Elliot. I’m digging dirt from the bottom of an empty well while looking for a hidden spring.

  Jordan’s already hard again. Damn, to be that age. I shove him against the shower wall and drop to my knees in front of him to swallow his cock. I want to taste him, want to make him as much a part of me as I now am of him. I don’t just suck his cock, either. He’s circumcised, and I get different reactions from him with I play with him versus Elliot. I nip and bite and suck his flesh around the base of his cock, play with his balls, which adorably hang snug and high instead of loose and low, like Elliot’s. I graze my teeth over the head of his cock and edge him with my mouth until he’s whimpering and begging me to please let him come.

  I could be an asshole and ruin his orgasm, sadistically laugh and make him beg to be built up and released again, but no.

  Jordan isn’t like Elliot. He’s sweet and pure and bright, and the darkest shadows of my sadist can remain hidden, while the playful part of me I rarely get to exercise with Elliot can finally be unleashed. We rarely have time for fun and playful when Elliot and I are together. He needs it hard, fast, and filling every second we can steal.

  I can take my time with Jordan.

  I do, however, slide a finger inside him and find my target, playing with it as I lick and suck his cock and bring him over so I can swallow every last drop he spills. He looks like a man possessed, his eyes literally rolling back in his head as his fingers dig into my shoulders, his whole body trembling until I finally ease up and release his cock from my mouth and withdraw my finger.

  “Holy shit,” he whispers, sliding down the wall to messily slump in front of me in the bottom of my tub. There’s unmistakable amazement in his gaze as he stares at me. “Fuuuuck!”

  Yeah, I’m cocky. Sue me. “Good?”

  He nods.

  My smile widens. “Better than your toys, I hope?”

  He grabs my head and kisses me. The boy’s quickly learning how to kiss, I’ll give him credit for that. I could tell he wasn’t experienced the first couple of times, but as with everything else Jordan does, he’s got a natural talent for picking things up rapidly.

  This’ll be fun.

  It’s late, and I’m exhausted. After we finish cleaning up we head to bed. There’s something to be said about being able to turn off the alarms on your phone and fall asleep snuggling with a hot guy who’s adorably into you.

  I’m nearly asleep when I remembered I was going to try to go over to Elliot’s tomorrow to help him pack.

  I could be a total dick and bring Jordan. Hell, it’s kind of Jordan’s job, right? Helping with the move?

  That’s a step too far at this point, I think.

  Especially since I need to have a conversation with Elliot about this as soon as possible.

  Then I have a thought. “Just out of curiosity, why do you think it’s Elliot?”

  Jordan’s still awake, barely, come-drunk and in that twilight state where his filters are gone and it’s likely an honest answer. “You’re gay. That eliminates the senator. I think if someone so much as breathes too close to Kev that Mr. Bruunt would rip their nose off. The senator might, too.” He yawns. “Mostly, it was the head tips.”

  I freeze. “Head tips?”

  “Yeah.” He snuggles his face against my chest. “I’m used to watching people closely. Survival skill when I was a kid. Plus for my artwork. The two of you have head tips you do with each other that you don’t do with anyone else. Like a code. No one else sees it, though. I mean, I haven’t seen anyone else look like they’re watching you that closely. Maybe Secret Service but I doubt even they noticed.” Another yawn, and now he sounds like he’s almost asleep. “It’s okay, Sir. I think he’s hot, too.”

  My heart races. I thought we’d been so careful. I reach up and gently massage the top of his head, leaning in to kiss him as I do. “Never say anything to him about noticing that. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Those two words from his lips, said like that, make my pulse throb and my cock twitch. />
  Fuuuuck. I’m screwed.

  I’m afraid if Elliot knows Jordan clocked us that he will totally shut down because of his terror.

  Meaning what little time I have with him will dry up completely.

  The thought of that rips my guts out.

  I guess there’s my answer, right? To try to make this work as a poly situation? Maybe not a triad, if Elliot isn’t on board with that. Although a triad sure would make life easier on me in the long run. It’d make life easier on Elliot, too.

  But things haven’t been easy with Elliot in what feels like forever.

  * * * *

  When I awaken in the middle of the night and process that the warm form molded against my body is smaller than Elliot and is, in fact, Jordan, I lie there for a moment and try to process the soup of emotions that realization draws out of me.

  Including anger.

  Because…there’s no goddamned reason this couldn’t be me and Elliot.

  Why is his fear worth more than me?

  Why have I settled for less all these years?

  Jordan shifts position, practically draped over me now, and slides a hand down my torso to cup my cock.

  Which immediately grows hard in his hands.

  Those long, elegant fingers.

  He’s not asleep. He rolls on top of me and starts kissing me, pausing only to grab the lube from the nightstand.

  Then he’s slicking me and I feel his tight, hot body engulfing me. I should make him wrap me.

  I should.

  But we’ve crossed that bridge already, and we’re both clear, so fuck it.

  “I want it all, Sir. I want you, and I want him, if he’ll accept me.”

  Devastating need switches off my brain. I fist his hair with one hand so I can crush his lips onto mine and silence him. I grab his ass with my other hand and start slowly grinding up against him as he tries to wiggle with me.

  I suck on his tongue and nip at his lips and dig my fingers into that tight bubble butt and use his body to shut my brain off for a while. He’s eager and willing and damned if I’m going to stop now.

  I’m too far gone.

  Between us, I feel his cock leaking and slicking us. When I bend my knees and plant my feet and find the right angle, he groans and wriggles and squirms, meaning I slow down.

 

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