The Congressman's Whore
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“Love you, Upton,” Sloan whispered between harsh, eager kisses. “I’ll take whatever you can give me.”
“I love you, Sloan, I love you so much.” It took everything in Upton not to try and wrap both arms around Sloan. He kept his right arm between them as he slipped his other hand down the front of Sloan’s shorts.
This was his husband, his man, his partner, and Sloan loved him, really loved him, not for show. Upton whimpered as he kissed Sloan again, so thrilled that this was real and true. “Say it again, please.”
Sloan groaned and rolled his hips into Upton’s grip.
“Love you,” he gasped, head tipped back so Upton’s kisses trailed down his chin, down his neck. Sloan’s cock leapt in Upton’s hand, throbbing against his fingers and dripping precum. He shuddered, worked up already, his usual cool control nowhere to be seen. “Tell me I can have you.”
“I want to feel you inside me so much.” Upton was practically sobbing, drooling on Sloan’s chest. His body responded immediately; he was so hard it hurt, despite the medication. He pulled at Sloan’s cock and backed them out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “Don’t know how to do this safely.”
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” Sloan kissed Upton, walking him toward the bedroom. Then Sloan scooped Upton into his arms and carried him, holding Upton’s good shoulder against his chest. He kissed him roughly, overexcited and without his usual artistry.
As they reached the bed, Sloan spread Upton out across it, following him down with his lips to kiss him again and again. Then Sloan stepped away, turned on some relaxing music, and then retrieved Upton’s painkillers and a bottle of water from the nightstand, passing them to him.
“Here, take your meds, drink some water, and I’ll be gentle like you wouldn’t believe.” While Sloan spoke, he removed Upton’s sweatpants and underwear, leaving him naked on the bed. Then he gave one of those dazzling smiles, stripped out of his boxer briefs, and then climbed onto the bed, settling above Upton on all fours. “Maybe this once we can take it easy, hm? Just slow and sweet, like the old married couple we’re gonna be someday?”
“Is it bad I want full range of motion back so you can tie me up again?” Upton traced Sloan’s face, gazing at him happily. Not being able to grab Sloan and pull him down was difficult, but then, maybe there was some restraint to be had. “I love the idea of growing old with you. It seemed too much to hope that you’d want to stay with me forever, but I will do my best to make you so happy, Sloan. I swear. If I can make you even a fraction as happy as you make me….”
“You do make me happy.” Sloan leaned in for kisses and parted Upton’s legs with his knees, settling between Upton’s thighs. Their cocks brushed together, hard and straining. Sloan licked into Upton’s mouth and kissed him for long moments, on and on until Upton felt dizzy.
They broke for breath, and Sloan chuckled softly and nuzzled Upton’s cheek. “I’m staying, sweetheart. I love you, and I’m staying.” He sighed and gazed into Upton’s eyes. “I’m so much more with you than I ever was without you. I was living a good life, a life I had big plans for, but with you, now I don’t have to be lonely anymore.”
Upton beamed, feeling the smile all the way to his toes. He pressed his heels into the mattress, lifting his knees so to be open for Sloan, and reached down between them to wrap his hand around their cocks. “No more being alone. We have a really good life here, don’t we?”
Sloan bucked into Upton’s grasp, his shaft gliding against Upton’s, amplifying his pleasure. He shifted forward, settling against Upton’s body, his muscular weight warm and comforting. Sloan slid his arms beneath Upton’s back, holding him but leaving room for Upton to stroke them.
“Everything I need,” Sloan agreed, nuzzling Upton’s throat. “But as much as I love talking about how lucky I am, right now I want to be inside you.”
He pulled one hand free to grab the lube off the nightstand and worked it open. A moment later, he rubbed slippery fingers against Upton’s opening, and then they slid inside, working him open quickly.
As much as Upton wanted to lift his hips, doing so was difficult without his shoulder complaining. This was a real test of his ability to remain mostly still, like being bound. He spread his legs wider, groaning as Sloan fingered him. He loved the feel of those long fingers, touching him with such tenderness. “That’s where I want you.”
Upton’s pulse raced at the intense way Sloan gazed at him. Never had Upton imagined anyone wanting him this way, not someone he wanted so badly too. All the pain and fear, all the loonies lurking out there unknown, ceased to matter. All that mattered was Sloan and the sexy music playing in the background, setting the tone and the pace for how Sloan touched him.
“Oh, honey.” Sloan sighed, stretching Upton three fingers wide. “You feel so good. Can’t wait.” Sloan licked his lips and stared into Upton’s eyes like there was nowhere he’d rather be, nothing he’d rather see. As if he was really, truly in love.
It was real. He meant it. Even being held at gunpoint hadn’t scared Sloan away, because he loved Upton.
They were married, and in love, and Sloan wasn’t going to leave.
Upton could barely contain himself. How was this reality? But it was. It was just imperfect enough to be true.
Sloan’s breathing accelerated, growing rough and heavy, and his gaze went unfocused as he rocked his hips. “Never wanted anyone like I want you. Didn’t know I could feel like this.”
He kissed Upton slow and thorough, growing steadily more heated. Then he lifted his head, their noses touching. “You ready? Tell me you want it.”
“Yes. I do want it. I want you so much.” Upton released their cocks and rested his hand on his chest. He bit his lip, mentally preparing.
Sloan rested his weight on an elbow and then guided himself slowly inside. Upton let out a long, contented sigh as Sloan’s cock parted him with silky ease. He had to stop Sloan at one point, pausing him so Upton could exhale again and relax his body as his arching back moved his shoulder too much.
Taking long, slow breaths, Upton removed his hand from Sloan’s chest and Sloan sank slowly all the way inside. They kissed again, a slow winding of tongues, no urgency, just a recognition of how each eased the other’s loneliness.
Upton had found his partner, his husband, a man who would grow with him because Sloan wasn’t afraid to face Upton’s world head on. Sloan was the man that Upton could campaign with, who shared his passion for politics and wouldn’t shrink from challenges.
With Sloan inside him, he felt as if he’d found his missing half.
He poured that emotion into the soft press of Sloan’s lips and tongue. Wrapping his legs around Sloan’s waist, Upton braced himself, thrilled to take what he was given.
“That’s so good.” Sloan sounded lost in pleasure. He gazed dreamily at Upton, eyes dark gold and unfocused, his pupils wide. “Missed your body.”
Sloan worked his hips and tightened his careful embrace, his brow furrowed in concentration. He had such perfect control of his body, like a dancer or a gymnast, giving Upton just what he needed without jostling or jarring him. Upton felt safely wrapped up in him. Sloan wouldn’t use him selfishly.
Upton touched the scar healing on Sloan’s arm where the bullet had grazed him. If Wanda hadn’t tackled the shooter, the bullet would have been fatal.
Just the thought of it made Upton cling, tightening his legs around Sloan’s waist, pulling him deeper with his heels. Sloan moaned and dropped his forehead to rest against Upton’s as he sank completely into Upton’s hungry body, breathing hard against Upton’s mouth.
“Not gonna last,” Sloan warned, shivering with bliss but not losing his slow, intimate rhythm, his hips ground in time with the sensual music. “Tell me what you need.”
“Don’t need to last. Want you to come inside me.” Upton wrapped his fingers around his cock and pulled slowly. “Touch me?”
“Yeah, lemme.” It was breathy, barely audible, as if Sloan was
too excited to bother talking. He pulled his hand free and then reached between them to curl his fingers around Upton’s cock.
As Sloan thrust into Upton in slow, powerful surges of his muscular body, he squeezed and pulled Upton’s shaft, thumb swiping over Upton’s head. Sloan’s cock rubbed against Upton’s sweet spot, pressing into it as it slid deep, dragging over it, and then filling Upton completely before withdrawing and doing it all over again. Upton’s breathing fell into pace, his whole body attuned to Sloan’s touch.
“Gonna fill you,” Sloan rasped, voice suddenly much thicker. His muscles rippled over and around Upton, body strong and focused, perfect and beautiful. Upton exulted in being beneath him, in being claimed and loved by such an amazing man. He all but held his breath, waiting, eager, as Sloan’s thrusts grew needier.
With a sudden gasp, Sloan dropped his head to rest on Upton’s good shoulder, a tremor shaking through him. He tensed and ground into Upton’s ass, buried deep, breathing raggedly as he spilled and worked Upton’s cock. “Love you, honey. Love you so. C’mon.”
Upton moved with him, groaning as Sloan worked him. He continued to nuzzle Upton’s neck, his cock pressing that spot, leaving Upton almost too stimulated. With the pain pills, everything seemed a little cloudier, fuzzier, distant and yet intensely close. The humidity of Sloan’s breath, the heat of his skin, the dribbles of sweat that passed between them… The sensations pushed Upton closer and closer. His chest felt tight as his body trembled.
Then it was as if he caught flame, the thrill of being touched, being spoken to, Sloan inside of him and around him—all the trembling and touching until Upton couldn’t hold back. He cried out as he came, flowing in waves of his release.
He was at one with Sloan: His husband, his partner, his future. Upton slowly caught his breath, still shivering with how powerfully he’d come, then he kissed Sloan, nudging their faces together, tasting the salt on his lips from where they’d been on Upton’s neck.
“We’re going to build such a beautiful life together, Sloan. I know it.”
Sloan’s slow, contented smile curled against Upton’s mouth, and when Upton pulled back to look at him, he couldn’t help smiling too. Sloan had never looked so comfortable, so completely unprofessional. Artless, undone.
“Yeah?” Sloan’s smile widened, languid as it stretched up to crinkle his dark eyes. “Guess maybe I believe you.”
That little flutter in Upton’s stomach happened again as he gazed up at Sloan. Upton smiled. This was real.
The End
Titles by Clancy Nacht & Thursday Euclid
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Black Gold 2: Double Black
The WASPs
I’ll Be Your Man
Le Jazz Hot
You’re Welcome. Love, Your Cat
Gemini
Celibacy NOW
Immortal Sins
Wyatt’s Recipes for Wooing Rock Stars
Boyfriend Goals
The Phisher King
Cats & Doges
Line in the Shadow
Clancy Nacht
A Model Boyfriend
Prince Charming Wears Garters
Still Remains
The Night Caller
Pride & Justice
Effing Gorgeous
Strange Times
No Tea, No Shade (Viva! 1)
Dragged to the Altar (Viva! 2)
Thursday Euclid
Asher Beauregard Attempts to Give a Damn
Built for Pleasure
About the Authors
Clancy Nacht
Clancy Nacht is a bisexual genderqueer person who lives in Austin. Clancy has published several bestselling romances. Many of her books have been honored with Rainbow Awards; Le Jazz Hot won for Best Bisexual/Transgender Romance & Erotic Romance. In 2013, Black Gold: Double Black was a runner-up for a Rainbow Award. In 2015, Gemini won an Honorable Mention for Gay Erotic Romance and in 2016, Strange Times won an Honorable Mention for Science Fiction. Wyatt's Recipes for Wooing Rock Stars was a finalist in the highly competitive William Neale Award for Best Gay Contemporary Romance.
Thursday Euclid
The Thursday Euclid is a strange and elusive creature dwelling in the Texas Gulf Coast region. Frequently mistaken for Bigfoot, Chupacabra, or the monster of the week, he is, in fact, a 30-something black sheep with a penchant for K-pop, geekery, and hot and sour soup. When he’s not playing Dragon Age or SWTOR, he’s probably watching B-movies or talking to his best friend and frequent collaborator Clancy Nacht. You can find him on Facebook, Twitter, or email him at thursdayeuclid at gmail dot com.