Chapter Sixteen
Being the assistant made things easy for once. As Lee gnawed on the back of his neck, Eli was trying to concentrate on the tablet and Lee’s schedule. “Give me one minute!”
“Fuck, no,” Lee growled in his ear, moving his cock between the cheeks of his ass. “I need to fuck you again.”
“I’m not going to be able to sit for around six weeks or so.”
“Let’s make it ten.”
He swiped and typed, badly, and got two days clear for Lee. One thing he couldn’t get Lee out of, though, was his visit to Cape Cod that weekend.
“Stop for one minute, Lee.”
Lee pulled away long enough for Eli to turn around and then smiled wickedly when they were face to face. “Get in the bedroom.”
“One minute, Lee. Two days here, got them. There was no vote to be made or anything so you’re good. But I can’t cancel the plans with your folks. That is something only you can do.”
Unfortunately, that sobered Lee and he sighed as he fell on his side on Eli’s couch. They’d gone from Lee’s room to Eli’s naked, glad Mars wasn’t standing outside the door there.
“Fuck. I forgot. This isn’t something I can get out of.”
Eli saw the pain on his face and wondered how bad it was for him. Sure, he most likely wasn’t abused as a kid, but Eli knew about rich kids. He’d gone to school with them. Almost all the people he knew from Georgetown had long stories about their parents. They were raised by nannies, ignored. When they got attention, it was usually for overspending on their credit cards or bad grades.
“Lee, it’s okay, you know? Not to go.”
“No, it’s not. My father is the real senator, Eli. He’ll have a list of things I have to do.”
Eli had known that for a while. And he’d known that Lee was afraid of his father. He knelt in front of Lee, gripping both of his hands. “Then, well, let’s make the most of the two days we have.”
Lee smiled, bringing Eli in for a kiss that could have scorched the sofa. “I do like your mind, sometimes, when you’re on my side.”
“Yeah? Well, I have lots of ideas then. Like…well, we pretty much fucked all over your suite, but mine is still virgin territory!”
Lee pounced without a word, moving over Eli on the floor, bringing him down to the soft rug. He kissed him, then pushed the coffee table away, so he’d have more room to maneuver. Then, he was inside Eli again, pushing in hard so he’d get a good yelp from Eli.
He was fucked on that rug so hard, he could barely think. His teeth were clenched so they wouldn’t slam together, and his hands wrapped around Lee’s neck, holding on for dear life.
“More,” he shouted to Lee, meaning it. He didn’t want it to end, that closeness with the man. When they spoke, it would inevitably lead to an argument. He feared going to the Cape with Lee, knowing all the progress he made would be slashed when Lee went home to his parents.
For the moment, for that moment, he was free of all that. He and Lee both were in their own world where no one else could be, and more than that. They were away from buildings filled with people out for themselves, away from donors and lobbyists…
Lee pulled out of him and grunted, “Bed.”
It wasn’t easy, but he managed to get to his feet, holding onto the sofa for help. He walked bowlegged to the bedroom, and collapsed face first on it, in the perfect position for Lee to continue the assault on his hole.
“Lee! Yes!” He keened as Lee rammed his cock in, beginning to pound immediately. Lee had found his dominance, at least in bed. Now, if he could just bring that into his entire life…
He got a slap to his ass, then another, and Lee reached around to slap a hand over his forehead, pulling his head backward. Eli’s neck was bent so badly that he could barely breathe, but he didn’t need air. He needed that dick.
On the bed, in the bathroom, back to the sofas they went. Lee never wavered, never tired. Eli knew the man had stamina, of course. He’d work out for hours some nights after the long day in the capitol was through.
Eli had stamina, but not like that. He didn’t have the anger or frustration that energized Lee. He was nothing but jelly by the end of their fourth round, begging for him to stop. Lee fell down on the sofa with him, spooning Eli, holding him close. “I could go another round,” he teased.
“Lee. You’re killing me.”
“Nah. You can take it. I have faith in you.”
That struck something in him. He managed to roll his body over until they were facing one another. “You know I have faith in you, too. I didn’t just stay in this job for the money or to maybe get sex. I see it in you, Lee. I see that you care, no matter what you’ve said.”