Succession (40 page)

As future policymakers, I’m not sure where that leaves us.

Chapter 35
Intentions

When we come home, Sascha gives me a curious look.

“Are we safe?” he asks.

I can only shrug and take a guess. “From legal recourse, yes. For now, anyway. From the public… probably. It wouldn’t do the state any good to see their new tool get broken. As far as the Argova family… we’ll find out. They seem happy enough with us, now.”

“We’re as safe as we’re probably going to be,” Sy agrees.

We all know that safety is temporary and transient, but we’ve come down on the right side of the equation for once.

“We should celebrate,” Sascha suggests, laughing a little. “Last time we tried, things went to hell. Maybe the Michaud System will provide us a little more safety.”

I nod my agreement. I know we have considerable work ahead of us during the next few months, solidifying research, making partnerships, and using what we’ve found to redesign my mother’s system—with her help, and likely the help of the Argova family, and the rest of the interested politicians who have put me at the head of this new system. Even in the best scenario, we’ll end up working closely with my mother for years, testing out the new systems, making changes, making sure we keep pleasing those we need to please. But for now, all I want to concentrate on is relaxing, feeling good. We’ve earned it after all.

Sascha takes it upon himself to grab a few bottles of wine and some glasses. Sy announces that he’s going to change into something more comfortable while Sascha and I make our way to my bedroom. He pours a glass for each of us and comes up to lie next to me.

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” I tell him. “I never thought that when I bought you, you’d play such a huge part in everything that’s happened, but I can’t imagine my life without you.”

He blushes, resting his head against my shoulder. “Thank you.” I know he means for more than the nice words.

“Sascha, I love you. I don’t say it often enough, and half the time I don’t act like it, but I do.”

He looks up at me, his eyes wide with surprise, and I see a little smile creeping across his face. “I don’t think you’ve ever actually said it out loud,” he reminds me. “At least, not when I’m fully conscious.”

I laugh, because he’s probably right. “I don’t think of you as something disposable, or even a favorite pet. I don’t care if you’re Demoted or free or something else entirely. I love you, and you’re mine, no matter what happens. I’m sorry I’ve put you through so much, but now that things are calm, I want you to know that I still need you. I always will.”

Sascha turns, kissing me. “I love you too, Cash.”

I move our wine glasses to the nightstand so I can pull him on top of me, running my hands over his body as we kiss. He’s healed up from his time with Oliver, at least enough that the damage is only superficially visible. He feels good, and I want nothing more than to touch him forever.

Sascha seems to share that goal, taking it a step further and stripping my shirt off, tossing it aside and pressing against my newly exposed skin.

Sy comes in, dressed casually, and he pauses in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting?” he asks. Just from looking at his face, I can’t tell if he wants to join.

“Nope, just late,” Sascha replies, answering for both of us. I trust him to judge Sy’s moods and receptiveness better than I can. “Join us?”

Sy smiles and comes to sit on the edge of the bed, overly proper as usual. Sascha gets up off of me and hands him a glass of wine.

“Loosen up a bit,” he teases. “I want to celebrate with you.”

“Funny, I thought Cash and I might loosen you up tonight,” Sy responds, sipping at his wine.

I laugh as Sascha blushes. It’s rare for anyone else to outperform him in this department.

“I’d like that,” Sascha agrees.

Without warning, I grab Sascha around the waist, unfastening his pants and sliding them off easily. He laughs, pulling off his shirt at the same time. I like to watch him get undressed sometimes, but tonight I just want to feel him. The sooner I get him naked, the sooner I can enjoy him.

Once he’s naked, Sascha starts stripping Sy, pouncing on him eagerly. It’s been a while since the three of us have all been able to enjoy this. Sascha is wasting no time. I finish undressing as well, having no desire to be left behind. In seconds, I’m watching as Sascha is leaning into Sy, pressing him backward, putting his drink aside as he leans our bodyguard back against the pillow and starts grinding against him.

Sy is wrapped up with Sascha, their lips pressed together tightly, his hands stroking over Sascha’s back. Sascha is on his knees, straddling one of Sy’s legs as Sy reclines below him. I like watching them; seeing Sascha come undone at someone else’s hands is unusual, but the fact that he enjoys it so much gets me hard. It also allows me the creativity to do other things to him while he’s distracted.

Moving quickly, I come up behind Sascha and grip his ass firmly, pleased when he jumps a little. I don’t speak yet, I just lean down and bite at the soft flesh in front of me. Sascha whimpers a little as I leave marks, but he doesn’t stop kissing Sy. I tease him for a while longer before trailing my tongue over the marks I’ve just left, pausing to circle around, dipping my tongue inside. I feel his muscles tense against my tongue and I push harder, demanding entrance. Sascha lets out another whimper as his body yields to me, welcoming me inside.

As I rim Sascha, he rocks his body over Sy’s, grinding his leg against Sy’s cock. They’re both hard, and Sy works his hand between them, gripping Sascha as I continue to work his ass with my tongue. I flash Sy a smile; he seems to be enjoying this as much as I am.

After a few minutes, I can feel Sascha trembling, turned on so quickly by the two of us.

“Is this going to be a quick night?” Sascha asks, his breath coming short and shallow.

“Not for me,” I remark, feeling Sascha shudder at the comment. “I plan on drawing it out as long as possible.”

I return my attention to his ass, licking and biting and sucking. I can tell that Sascha is trying hard to hold back. Sy takes pity on him, removing his hand from Sascha’s cock and stroking his hair instead. I try not to laugh as I uncap a bottle of lube and pour some out, replacing my tongue with my fingers and making Sascha squirm.

“I can’t wait to feel you fuck me,” he mumbles, pressing back against my fingers like he can’t get enough. “Both of you. I want you both.”

I do laugh a little at that, as does Sy. Sy kisses him gently.

“Who do you want first, pretty boy?” Sy asks.

Sascha just moans. I wouldn’t want to make that decision either, if I were him, and I know Sy is too polite to state a preference. I slide another finger deep inside of Sascha.

“I think Sy should fuck you first,” I suggest, glancing at Sy for approval. When he nods, I give Sascha a little slap on the ass with my free hand. “Want to know why?”

It takes Sascha a moment to reply, but he does. “Yes,” he manages, the tremble in his voice making my cock hard.

As I keep working my fingers inside of Sascha, I lean forward to whisper in his ear. “Because Sy would be too kind to fuck you after what I’m going to do to you.”

Sascha gasps, letting his upper body drop against Sy’s chest. I take it as an invitation, because the position allows me to work my fingers deeper inside of him, stretching him. We’ve been careful with Sascha since Oliver returned him, but I want him good and ready for tonight.

Sy gives me a conspiratorial smile. “Slide him down a little,” he suggests. “I’ve got something to keep him entertained while you get him ready.”

With Sascha’s full cooperation, I pull him down lower on the bed, positioning his head over Sy’s cock, and I continue to finger him while he does his best to give Sy a blowjob. I can tell he’s too worked up to do it as well as usual, but Sy enjoys it anyway. The simple fact that Sascha is trying despite his very worked up state is impressive. After a while, Sy reaches down, placing his hand on the back of Sascha’s head and turning Sascha’s face up.

“How do you want me, pretty boy?”

I can feel Sascha clenching around my fingers.

“Just like this,” Sascha replies. “Let me ride you.”

Sy smiles and nods, taking the lube when I hand it to him and coating his cock with it. I slide my fingers out of Sascha’s ass slowly, pausing to land a few smacks before letting go of his hips. I see the faint red marks and I smile, knowing he’ll enjoy them. I give him a playful shove, pushing him forward toward Sy, and I sit back on my heels for a moment, watching.

Sascha finds a position he likes and spreads his legs, using on hand to steady himself against Sy’s chest while the other grabs Sy’s cock and guides it inside. He comes down without hesitation, sighing when he has Sy fully inside of him. Slowly, he starts to move up and down.

I watch, entranced by the sight of my lover being fucked by another man. Maybe it shouldn’t turn me on so much, but it does, and when Sy’s eyes meet mine, I don’t turn away. He has his hands resting lightly on Sascha’s hips, but he lifts one off, beckoning me closer with his finger.

I’m not used to being directed in bed, but I go along. Sy looks pleased as I stretch out next to him, and Sascha runs his hand over my legs. As Sascha finds his rhythm and works himself up and down over Sy’s cock, Sy reaches over and places his hand on my cheek. He doesn’t pull me over like I’d pull Sascha, but his invitation is clear. I lean over, kissing him, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine. It’s not the same passion that I share with Sascha; but it’s sexy, friendly, fun. When we finally break apart, Sascha is staring at us with lustful eyes.

Sy reaches up to grab Sascha’s cock in his hand, working it as Sascha struggles to keep his rhythm. I let my hand rest on Sy’s body, content to watch them for a while. Sy starts thrusting up, bouncing Sascha and working his cock just as hard.

“Would you like to come for me now or later?” Sy asks, his hand going still on Sascha’s cock as it becomes obvious that Sascha won’t last much longer.

“Now, please,” Sascha moans, thrusting desperately. “Please don’t make me wait.”

Sy obliges, moving his hand over Sascha’s cock again and pumping into him faster. I see the telltale signs as Sascha gets close, the way his hands curl into fists, the way all of his muscles seem to tense at once.

“Hit me,” Sascha begs, working himself harder against Sy’s cock with his eyes half-closed. “Make me hurt.”

Sy isn’t exactly in the position to accomplish that, so I help out. I sit up a little, run my hand down Sascha’s back to give him a little warning, and then strike his ass, focusing on the small space available between his lower back and the part where Sy’s cock is slamming in and out of him. Sascha lets out a delicious cry of pleasure, nearly drowning out the sound of the next slap I land on him. He comes quickly, his body shaking, and Sy keeps thrusting underneath of him, holding Sascha in place. Sascha puts up an effort for a few moments, then gasps as Sy holds him down hard on his cock, coming with a final thrust.

Sascha is panting, his body going limp as he rolls to the side, sliding off of Sy’s cock and lying next to him. I run my fingers up Sascha’s leg, stroking the inside of his thigh, and he whimpers, looking at me with a pleading expression.

“See why I wanted him to fuck you first?” I tease.

“Can I have a minute?” Sascha asks, and the look on his face tells me he needs it.

As much as I want to drive into him right now, I want to make sure he enjoys it.

“Only if you’ll kiss me,” I pretend to bargain, sliding up next to him and rubbing my cock against his body.

Sascha is happy to comply, especially since he doesn’t have to move. I kiss him deep, hard, holding tightly to his hair as rake my teeth over his lips and bite at his tongue. He makes a few deep sounds of satisfaction, but I can tell how overwhelmed he is. Sy moves around Sascha, coming to the other side of me and leaving me in the middle.

“Care for a little something else while Sascha recovers?” Sy suggests, giving my cock a pointed glance.

I smile. Knowing Sy, he’s doing it because he wants to make sure Sascha gets his recovery time, but I won’t argue. I like the idea of letting Sascha rest for a moment as well, and the last time Sy’s mouth was around my cock, he demonstrated a very nice skill set. I nod, turning my body to give him better access. Sascha cuddles up against my chest, his breathing slowing as he calms a little.

Sy wastes no time taking my cock into his mouth. He wraps his lips around it tightly and swallows deep, catching me off-guard. Sascha usually teases and plays; Sy takes me immediately to the brink of pleasure, only to back off a moment later.

“It is so hot to watch the two of you,” Sascha mumbles, pressing himself against me and resting in the crook of one of my arms.

I agree, and the feeling is even better. I let Sy work me up, enjoying the way he moves his tongue around the head of my cock, the way his hands stroke up and down every now and again, the way he takes me deep into his throat, swallowing and contracting the muscles around my cock until I have to hold myself back from coming. What gets me the hottest is the way he looks up at me, a perfectly content expression on his face as he’s the one who almost puts me over the edge.

Finally, I know I can’t take much more, and Sascha seems to have relaxed enough for me to fulfill my promise to him. As Sy keeps sucking me, I run my hand through Sascha’s hair.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard,” I tell him in a low voice.

He gives me a nervous, excited smile as he nods. I reach around until I find the lube, and Sy takes it as his cue to work himself down on my cock one last time, swallowing deep, almost pushing me to come before pulling off. I gasp, keeping myself under control, and he shoots me a satisfied smile.

I waste no time disentangling Sascha from my arms and placing him on his back, spreading his legs apart with my hand and dripping some more lube onto him and onto my cock. He smiles as I position myself between his legs, and he yelps as I enter him in a single thrust.