The Congressman's Whore

by Clancy Nacht

  And he was in water. He didn’t think sex actually in the water was going to work very well. At least, that’s what he’d heard.

  People probably were naked on this yacht a lot. That was kind of the point, right? If they were taking on honeymooners who booked a whole ten-person boat for two, they had to know the couple were going to get up to shenanigans.

  Nervous, Upton slipped off his shorts and pulled them from the water, then nibbled at the toast and fruit on the side of the tub, wondering what Sloan was going to bring back.

  It took a few minutes, but Sloan finally returned with his hands apparently full with a stack of fluffy towels and nothing else. He set the burden on the little bench close by the jacuzzi and then straightened, stripping out of his shorts and tossing them to rest beside Upton’s. Seeing him like this was different, somehow, shameless in the sunshine. Now there were two bands on his ring finger to remind them both how things had changed, and the private smile of anticipation he wore suggested Upton wasn’t the only one excited.

  Not to mention the half-hard cock swinging between his muscular thighs as he moved.

  Then Sloan slipped back into the water beside Upton, ignoring him as he reached for his phone and turned on a playlist titled “Just In Case”. Unmistakably sensual music played from the speaker as Sloan set the device aside. He hummed along, eyes half-closed, smiling to himself, and then reached for Upton, sliding his hands over Upton’s wet skin possessively.

  “Wondered if you’d obey me or if we’d have to start things off with discipline instead of reward.” Sloan stared into Upton’s eyes and pulled him closer until Upton had to straddle his lap again. Sloan’s cock hardened at the contact, stiffening against Upton’s own, sliding upward along his shaft. Sloan shivered and sighed, as if he was caught in bliss for a moment.

  “You keep surprising me in all the best ways, honey.”

  “What, in taking off my shorts? I’m a little nervous, I guess. But what’s the worst that could happen? Some paps get some photos of me—gasp and shock—having sex with my husband?”

  Granted, the reality of Upton having sex probably wasn’t something his constituents wanted to think about, and he probably lost votes from people who had thought themselves liberal until confronted with a gay man who had an actual sex life, but none of that mattered as much as being close to Sloan right now. “That’s a lot of towels.”

  “Mm, it is a lot of towels, but I was a boy scout. I know the value of being prepared.” Sloan smoothed his hands up and down Upton’s back and then dropped his grip to Upton’s ass, kneading his cheeks and rocking him forward to grind into Sloan. “The question is... Are you prepared?”

  Sloan’s fingers inched inward, parting Upton’s cheeks and digging into his cleft, holding him open so the warm, turbulent water tickled his hole. Nibbling Upton’s throat, Sloan rubbed his fingertips across Upton’s opening, teasing him. “Mm, not yet. We’ll get there.”

  “Yes, please, Sloan.”

  Sloan’s finger tracing his opening felt so good. Upton hadn’t expected Sloan would want to touch him this way; he’d hoped, but he had tried not to think about it too much. He didn’t want to ruin their fragile friendship.

  Right now, it seemed as if their friendship was on solid ground, and, well, beyond that, Upton’s brain shorted out with Sloan touching him. Upton broke into a sweat that had nothing to do with the hot water.

  One of the crew members came up the stairs, caught sight of them, and backed off quickly. They knew the drill. At least there wouldn’t be that distraction. Sloan didn’t even seem to notice.

  Burying his face in Sloan’s neck, Upton rubbed his cock alongside Sloan’s, then reached down between them so that he could line them up together and pull.

  “Simmer, darlin’. We’ve got all day.” Sloan sounded amused. He made a soft, thoughtful noise as he nosed behind Upton’s ear, lavishing his skin with nibbles and sucks. “Strike that. All week.”

  The thought of spending all week like this was almost too much after the months of careful restraint. Even before, Upton had only gotten four hours with Sloan over two nights. An entire week...

  Sloan arched his hips, pushing into Upton’s stroking, and pressed against his opening with two fingertips, not opening him but rubbing intensely, setting his nerve endings humming. “You have such a pretty little hole. Why don’t you show me?”

  “Out here?” Upton looked wildly around again as if a drone was going to suddenly pop out and shoot photos of them. He was shocked and scandalized; his hand stopped on their cocks. “What if… I mean, someone might see.”

  “Oh, you weren’t worried about being naked or having sex with me out here, but that troubles you?” Sloan squeezed Upton’s cheeks again and didn’t stop teasing his entrance, but he pulled his face back to stare into his eyes. Sloan’s were dark and sparkling with mischief, like he knew exactly how embarrassed Upton was going to be and reveled in it. “Show. Me. Your. Hole.”

  Upton grabbed his mimosa goblet and drank it down. It wouldn’t do much to spare him the awkwardness, but it made him feel slightly better, maybe. He didn’t know. This was all so far outside of his comfort zone.

  But then, most things were when it came to sex.

  The thing was, Upton wanted Sloan to see him, wanted to feel his dark gaze on his opening, to hear him react to it.

  But outside... That felt so vulnerable. As if anyone could walk up or take a picture. And then what? Upton didn’t even know.

  He kissed Sloan and then gave another quick glance around. No planes, no helicopters or drones. Not even whispers from the crew.

  Upton slid from Sloan’s lap and waded to the other side of the hot tub. With his back to Sloan, Upton reached under the water and pulled his cheeks apart. He was pretty sure him keeping his ass underwater wasn’t going to fly, but he bit his lip and watched Sloan’s face.

  Sloan didn’t even glance down. He looked intently into Upton’s eyes, expression flat and expectant. “No. Come here, stand in front of me, and show me. Let me see how beautiful you are.”

  Now Upton was really hot. Right in front of Sloan? Then again, Sloan’s mouth had been on Upton’s opening before, so it wasn’t as if he wasn’t intimately familiar with the area. That sensation of Sloan’s mouth on a part of him he hadn’t thought of as particularly sexy was definitely one in heavy rotation in the spank bank. His cock pulsed just thinking about it.

  Upton backed up slowly, fighting the push and pull of the jets on unsteady feet until he was right in front of where Sloan was sitting. His skin had to be so red by now. Sloan seemed to be enjoying it, so Upton focused on that as he grabbed the side of the hot tub with one hand so he could balance. He lifted his ass, standing on his toes while he pulled his cheek to the side.

  “Mm. Good boy.” Sloan brushed his fingertips across Upton’s opening and then reached out to take Upton by the hips, steadying him. “Flatten your feet and use both hands. I won’t let you fall. Give me a good look. You said you wanted to take care of your man. Show me you meant it.”

  Upton let out a shaky breath. In the context of taking care of Sloan, this was easier to do. Plus, now that the jets of water were no longer a threat to his balance, he could enjoy them buffeting his body as he reached back with both hands to secure his grip.

  Now he was pulled wide open, he looked back over his shoulder at Sloan, whose gaze was fixed on his opening.

  Sloan licked his lips, his gaze going unfocused, and then he leaned in and nuzzled between Upton’s cheeks, going tongue-first at Upton’s opening. Upton struggled not to keel over at that first startling touch, the soft wet heat against his sensitive hole was almost too much. Sloan’s grip tightened on his hips, holding Upton in place as he’d promised, but he nibbled and licked at Upton’s entrance, making his knees go weak.

  With a throaty growl, Sloan pushed his tongue into Upton, working him open and leaving Upton flushed bodily at the obscene treatment. Anyone could see this, the way Sloan had him bent over being
eaten out, the way Upton’s cock stood hard and undeniably excited, awaiting its turn. He shouldn’t be letting this happen, but he couldn’t bear for it to stop either. It had been so long, and he’d thought of it so often.

  Those memories couldn’t compare to this reality.

  Then Sloan pulled away and steered Upton around by his hips, bending him over the side of the jacuzzi. Sloan positioned Upton as he wanted him, strong and certain. All Upton had to do was go with it, and he did, despite his lingering modesty.

  Kissing his way down Upton’s spine, Sloan covered Upton’s grip, encouraging him to keep holding himself open. Then he knelt behind him and dove back in, stubble scratching Upton’s tender cheeks in contrast to the lushness of his tongue. Despite his anxiety, Upton’s entrance relaxed under the masterful treatment. His body clenched and grasped, growing more and more needy to be filled.

  Then Sloan eased in a fingertip, making Upton clamp down greedily as Sloan’s tongue probed. Sloan groaned his approval and nibbled at Upton faster, overloading his senses, leaving him clutching his own cheeks harder as he held himself open and tried to push back into the sensations.

  Sloan pulled back and bit Upton’s cheek hard enough to leave a mark, then sucked and licked at the stinging skin before doing it again on the other side. Upton cried out in shock, barely able to wrap his head around what was happening. Sloan kept doing it, leaving bitemarks across Upton’s ass even as he eased his finger deeper and rubbed at Upton’s sweet spot.

  This was definitely not like last time, where their agreement had been no marks. Now Sloan was free to leave marks wherever he wanted.

  Upton sank his nails into his own skin in shock and surprise at the hard bites and at being opened like this. He gasped for air, struggling with his knees up on the jacuzzi bench, his chest pressed hard on the lip of the tub. God, it felt so good, even when Sloan bit him. He kicked the water and cried out from the bites, then breathed through the soft kisses that followed, clenching, seizing at everything.

  His cock was hard, slicing at the water, rubbing impotently at the side of the tub, not near enough to a jet to get enough satisfaction from the water swirling around it. Upton pictured the bite marks, the finger bruises from being pried open. He shuddered thinking about it. Sloan was marking him up, claiming him in ways that he couldn’t before.

  “Yes. God. Yes.”

  Upton wanted to bring his hands up over his head, to muffle his moans, something, but he kept his ass open for Sloan, pushing back into the touches, fucking himself on Sloan’s long, smooth finger. God, it felt so good.

  “You mine now?” Sloan asked, his voice pitched so low and dark it made Upton shiver. He pushed a second finger in alongside the first, and Upton just opened to it, just let him in, body begging for it. “Wearing my ring, aren’t you? Covered in my bruises, and I’m wearing your name. Seems fair.”

  Sloan stood and leaned over him, molding his chest to Upton’s back. He bit Upton’s shoulder hard enough to mark, then kissed it as if in apology and murmured, “All the things I’ve done, I’ve never fucked my husband. You gonna give me that, honey?”

  They’d stood in front of over a hundred people the day before and Upton had pledged himself to Sloan, but there was something different about this. In this moment, marked by Sloan in bites and bruises, his fingers deep inside Upton, there seemed to be a dark magic connotation, something mystical and spiritual taking place.

  This was new and different to them both, not just for show, not for business. This was a connection of a very different sort.

  Upton trembled beneath Sloan, the weight of his body, the feel of his skin. This wasn’t Zane and Elton, this was Sloan and Upton. Sloan, leaving marks on him, evidence that he’d been there.

  A third finger slid into Upton, and he groaned softly, accepting it, wanting it, needing it, desperate for it.

  “Yes, Sloan. I’m yours.” Upton tilted his head to the side, baring his neck, an animalistic sign of submission. Sloan’s fingers curled inside Upton, and he moaned, that sweet spot inside of him pressured in reward. Upton’s eyes rolled back at how good it felt for Sloan to consume him like this. “Just for you. Only for you.”

  Sloan growled his approval and pulled his fingers from Upton, leaving him empty and grasping. He rifled through the stack of towels, pulling lube and condoms from the folds, and quickly slid the condom onto his cock, the length pressing into Upton’s cheek. Working fast, Sloan slicked up his hand before reaching back to ready Upton, massaging the slippery liquid into his eager opening and then smoothing it over his own cock.

  The soft, rhythmic music combined with the sea breeze and the sunshine, the lapping of the water around their thighs, until Upton felt awash in the romance of it all again. This was so much closer to what he’d always wanted, being seen and known and desired as he was. Sloan kissed Upton’s ear and whispered sweet things, that Upton was sexy, that he just needed to breathe, that he just had to relax for him and hold steady.

  Then Sloan pushed into him, sinking in an inch at a time, one of his hands taking hold of Upton’s and bracing it against the deck as Sloan reached with his slicked hand to grip Upton’s cock and pull.

  “Good,” Sloan gasped, breathless and aroused. “You take it so good, sweetheart. Just for me now. This is just for me.”

  “Yes, this is only for you.” Upton looked at Sloan’s ring, glinting in the sunlight, his own beneath it. This hardly seemed possible, to be here in this place, to have a husband, and to be fucking outside like this. Waves of emotion crashed over him as Sloan rocked inside him.

  Upton had truly believed sex was off limits but now here he was, Sloan with his hand around him, drilling deep inside him, leaving bite marks on Upton’s shoulder.

  The bites hurt, and Upton hissed through it, then Sloan’s hips shifted. His cockhead hit deep inside Upton, just right, and his fist tightened around Upton’s cock. Discomfort faded as Upton lost himself in being fucked.

  This was beyond what Upton would have imagined for himself, to be here like this with anyone. But it was good, so good to be filled, for his knees to ache and chafe against the bench, his thighs to burn as he pushed back into Sloan’s demanding thrusts. He felt so wanton, so sexy and desired. He could hardly believe this was his life.

  Everything Upton had ached for, everything he’d missed, Sloan gave to him, but it was better now than before, better knowing this was what Sloan wanted, what he’d chosen. Maybe some men liked being the one in charge, the center of attention, but Upton wanted an equal, someone to whom he could surrender like this. That Sloan wanted him too, that maybe he could have a marriage like this...

  “It’s been too long,” Sloan rasped in his ear, sounding near his limit. “Wanna do so much more to you, but...” He exhaled heavily and nipped Upton’s earlobe, fucking into him fast and hard, jerking him relentlessly. “We’re gonna do this again, honey. We’re gonna come, and we’re gonna do this a-fucking-gain real soon.”

  What a relief that Sloan wanted to come now, that he wanted to do this again.

  It had been a long time. God, it felt so good. Upton squeezed tight around Sloan and raised his arms to cover his face. Rocking between Sloan’s cock and hand, Upton kissed and sucked Sloan’s fingers where he was braced on the deck.

  It wasn’t going to take Upton long, not like this, though he did wish he could see Sloan’s face. He turned his head as best he could and met Sloan’s lips. Lost in the kiss, Upton groaned as his body tightened and pulled, finally culminating in a long, slow orgasm into Sloan’s hand.

  So good. So, so good.

  He kept his ass tight, rocked against him, but Upton wrapped his arms behind him, around Sloan to keep him in place so they could kiss. “For you. Just for you, Sloan. You’re a Bennett now, and I’m yours. You feel so… so good, God. So good.”

  Sloan chuckled breathlessly and kissed Upton harder, pressing him forward and straining to get closer. He smiled against Upton’s lips, seeming so happy, like he loved this as muc
h as Upton did. He released Upton’s spent cock and brought up his hand to Upton’s mouth, feeding him his own cum and smearing it across Upton’s chin, sticky and hot.

  “So sexy,” Sloan rasped, thrusting faster, harder, his fingers filling Upton’s mouth. “Close.”

  Upton ground back against him as well as he could, sucking at Sloan’s fingers even as his skin burned with excitement and shame. He needed to make him come, needed to have that moment of pleasing Sloan, of giving him what he needed too. Everything was finally coming full circle.

  Behind him, Sloan tensed and shuddered, his fingers trailing down from Upton’s mouth to grip him by the hip and hold him steady for more punishing thrusts. Sloan took him roughly, his huge cock leaving Upton aching, off-balance, and beyond satisfied. Quick fuck or not, he’d be feeling this for days, and that just excited him more.

  For once, there was no embarrassment in that. They were married. Sloan was his. His husband.

  Then Sloan grunted and seized, crushing forward into Upton, both arms wrapping around him tightly, weight crashing into him as he strained forward and Upton’s feet almost went out from under him. Sloan rocked against him, spearing him deeply and groaning against his shoulder as he came.

  Upton pushed back as best he could, wanting to make this good. He wanted Sloan to come as hard as Upton had. He squeezed and moaned, trying to ignore where he was.

  With his chest pressed to the deck, Upton could barely breathe. He was pressed down so hard against the lip of the jacuzzi and the deck that catching his breath was difficult.

  Sloan kept fucking Upton, milking his cock until he had nothing more to give. Then Sloan just rested on top of Upton like that, spent and sounding so content. Their marriage finally felt real.

  Upton’s chest constricted. They were married, sure, but… What did that mean? Upton had thought he knew, but now…

  Still, nothing compared to the fluttery feeling in Upton’s belly. Upton wondered if Sloan felt it too.

  Sloan groaned as he pulled slowly out of Upton, discarding the condom and then sinking back into the Jacuzzi. He pulled Upton down into his lap, not straddling him but sitting sideways as comfortably as he could, considering. With his arms wrapped around Upton, Sloan nuzzled into his hair and nipped at his earlobe. He seemed so relaxed now, contented, and Upton had done that, had given him that.