“I don’t imagine there would be.” Rodney kicked off his shoes, stretched, and took off his blazer. “Pardon me for saying so, but you seem very sophisticated for someone who grew up on a wheat farm in North Dakota.”
“I came to Washington to go to college at Georgetown, and I’ve been here ever since,” I said. “I never was much of a farm girl growing up. In fact, I hated it there. I have a brother who stayed on to help my parents run things, and he’ll probably inherit the farm someday. Which is perfectly all right with me, thank you very much.”
Rodney’s eyebrows raised. “I take it you don’t get along with your parents?”
“I get along with them fine as long as I only see them twice a year.” I picked out all the green M&Ms from the bag and handed them to Rodney. As I did, the skin of our palms touched—pure electricity.
Rodney must have felt the spark too, because he immediately sucked in his breath, got up from his seat, and began to pace. “Jasmine, I think you and I need to have a little discussion on exactly what kind of relationship we are going to have.”
“I thought we already had that discussion today in your office.”
Rodney stopped mid-pace. “Not quite.”
I polished off the rest of the M&Ms and stood up. The booze had started to wear off a little so I managed to do it without staggering, but now a different kind of intoxication was setting in. “Look, Rodney,” I said. “I’ll level with you. I’m desperate here. I not only need to do anything and everything possible to keep my job, I am in serious need of some serious sex. You need a new hot story to sell papers. And you’ve already admitted to being attracted to me. Seems to me we can take care of both our needs and have a great time doing it. So why not?”
I almost couldn’t believe what I was saying. Just yesterday, I never would have considered getting drunk and propositioning a man I’d known for less than five hours, let alone one of the most powerful men in Washington. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
Rodney sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You know Jasmine, there was a time I would have been happy to take you up on an offer like that. Like this afternoon, for example. But I’ve changed a lot since I met you. I know it sounds corny and hard to believe, but I don’t want to use you as a mere sex object, even if it would save your career and Senator Grayle.”
“Yeah, it does sound corny and hard to believe. Especially since you propositioned me yourself today in your office.”
Rodney threw up his hands. “All right, I know you probably think I’m behaving strangely right now, Jasmine. Hell, even I think I’m behaving strangely. But I am being completely honest when I say that my very genuine feelings for you would preclude me from trading your sexual favors in exchange for good press for Senator Grayle. Even I have at least some journalistic ethics left. I guess there are just some lines I’m not willing to cross.” He paused, looked at me with sadness. “Not anymore, anyway.”
I sighed heavily. “Well, I guess I better go then. This has just been a waste of time.” I picked up my purse and started for the door.
Before I could make it a single step, however, Rodney grabbed me by the arm. “I’m not finished.”
I stared into his deep-set eyes, incredulous. “Yes you are. I think you’ve embarrassed me enough for one day.” I struggled to free myself from Rodney’s grasp, but he wouldn’t let go.
“Jasmine, I might not be willing to trade sex for helping Senator Grayle, but I would be willing to make love with you just for the sake of it, and no other reason.”
I was stunned. “What do you mean?”
Rodney leaned in closer. “I mean just what I said. Make love with me, with no terms, no political favors, no strings attached.”
“But—“
Rodney placed a finger over my lips. “Hush,” he said. Then he placed each palm on each side of my face, pulled me close, and kissed me.
And it wasn’t just any kind of kiss, either. It was a long, hot, passionate, vibrating kiss, the kind with enough tongue and rhythm to send spasms practically down to my ankles.
After what seemed an eternity, Rodney let us both up for air. “Well?” he asked. “Are you game?”
“Sure,” I whispered. Then I kissed him back.
Chapter 6
Lovemaking with Rodney started out slow, but delicious. First, he licked his index finger and used it to trace a warm, damp outline on every feature of my face. Then, he used his mouth and tongue to connect the dots between them. He ran his tongue up one side of my neck, then down the other until I shuddered with pleasure. He ran his hands up and down my sides, tracing the seams of my red fuck-me dress with his fingers, sending delightful shivers down my spine—shivers that came to rest deep inside my pussy, where they turned from ice to red-hot flames.
I guess that meant the message this dress was supposed to deliver had gotten through after all.
But no sooner did my mind form the thought, the red-hot fuck-me dress was whisked over the top of my head and tossed across the room. It landed on a pair of crossed antique Chinese swords mounted over the fireplace, where it hung like a battle flag.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have the most luscious body in the world?” Rodney said as he licked my collarbone.
“As a matter of fact, no.”
“What a travesty.” Rodney’s mouth slid across my chest, then came to rest on my right nipple. He pulled the entire areola into his mouth, then beat a conga dance on my nipple with the pointed tip of his tongue while he rolled and tugged the left nipple between his fingers. Rodney was an expert when it came to nipples, that was for sure. Each tug, pinch, lick and pull he made on my ample bosoms sent rockets of desire up and out through my entire body, until even the tips of my fingers and toes were buzzing with it. My pussy was getting warm and slick and puffy, and I could feel my cleft widening in anticipation as Rodney first worked my right breast, then my left with his lips, tongue, and fingers in turn.
Just as my nether parts cried out for the feel of Rodney’s expert mouth upon them, there was a knock at the door.
Rodney disengaged himself from my left nipple. “I believe that’s our dinner,” he said.
“I don’t think I’m very hungry anymore,” I protested. I tried to guide his mouth back to my boob, but Rodney pulled away.
“Why don’t you head for the bed and make yourself comfortable? This’ll just be a minute.”
My crotch cried out in pain. How could Rodney Doyle think of dinner at a time like this? I was all turned on, mere minutes away from creaming my panties, and now Doyle wanted to eat something other than my pussy? What the hell?
My distress must have shown on my face, because Rodney caressed it gently, and said “Don’t worry, Jasmine. I have an idea for our dinner I think you’ll enjoy.”
I slid between the round bed’s red satin sheets just in time for Rodney to let in the busboy, who had our dinners on a silver cart. The busboy tried to set up a formal table service on the buffet, but Rodney tipped him a twenty and shooed him out the door. Then Rodney lifted the metal warming lids from our plates, spread a white napkin over his arm French-waiter style, and brought the dishes over to the bed.
“Come out from underneath the sheets, Jasmine. It’s time for dinner.”
Before I could say no, Rodney set down the plates at the foot of the bed. He took my plate of steak teriyaki and began finger-feeding me the chopped pieces of meat one at a time. Each time he placed a bit of meat in my mouth, he was careful to ensure his fingers made it inside just as I bit down. I nibbled and licked his fingers sensuously as I savored every bite of the well-prepared and seasoned steak. My meal became an act of foreplay in and of itself.
When I finished my meal, I was as turned on as I would be if Rodney had kissed and licked me all over. Rodney lifted away the covers, revealing my sweating, heaving body—naked except for my black lace panties and the fuck-me stilettos, which I realized were still on my feet.
“Ah, that is one beaut
iful sight,” Rodney said, admiring the full length of my body. “But something’s missing, I think.”
Rodney picked up his plate—a filet mignon with Asian ginger sauce—tested the dish’s temperature with his finger, then lifted the meat off the plate and placed it on my solar plexus. At first I was shocked, but then I began to enjoy the sensation of the warm, soft, juicy meat against my bare skin. As an added bonus, the ginger sauce gave my skin a delightful tingle, the same kind of tingle you get in the back of your throat when you eat fresh ginger with sushi. Just as I started relishing the feeling of the meat on my skin, however, Rodney leaned over and began to nibble tiny bites of the filet. The meat moved slightly with each bite he took, creating damp feathery sensations that sent warm prickles all over my belly. He savored the meat, eating slowly and deliberately to maximize the pleasure the food gave both him and me. Then when the meat was finally gone, he began lapping up the ginger sauce that had adhered to my skin, making sure to spread it around with his tongue so I could get the most of the tingling sensations from the raw gingerroot. My belly started to melt, and that wonderful melty feeling was heading straight for my pussy.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “That is so good.”
Rodney looked up from his perch on my belly; there was a dabble of ginger sauce stuck to one corner of his mouth, which he licked off slowly, giving me the fullest view of his limber, pointed tongue. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, then dove down south.
Rodney parted my thighs with his strong, capable hands, then spread my labia with his fingers. He made his tongue into a sharp little point, then started licking up my juices, spreading them in all my cracks and crevices. There were remnants of raw ginger still on his tongue, and its sharp acidic content made my pussy tingle and burn in the most delicious way imaginable. I felt my orgasm within arm’s reach, and Rodney helped speed it along by turning his focus to my clit, which he started to coax out from underneath its hood with quick flicks of his tongue.
Before I could take another breath, my climax rocked my body. It started deep inside my sheath and radiated out from my pussy and then up my torso and down my legs until my feet, arms, and head convulsed into wrenching explosions. Rodney deepened the intensity by pushing one finger, then two inside my vag, then expertly hooked them right into my G spot. A split second later I came again, so violently that I shrieked and pounded the mattress with both fists.
I just had two of the most intense orgasms of my life. Now, I needed Rodney’s cock deep inside me. Right now.
I reached for Rodney’s belt buckle, which I loosened with trembling hands. It was a complicated buckle, a wearable-art original Celtic-knot design that was like a puzzle. I struggled to open it for almost a full minute before I figured it out. He leaned back and watched me work at it with relish.
“You sure keep your equipment under lock and key,” I breathed when I finally managed to get the buckle free.
“I like to keep everything safe and sound just for occasions like this,” he said. “You can never be too careful.”
“No, you can’t,” I agreed and I took the Rodney’s zipper pull between my teeth and yanked downward. To my delight, his enormous cock popped right out of the opening—he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I can see why you need to keep your cock under lockdown,” I giggled. “You’re awfully well-endowed to go commando.”
“I like the air circulation,” he whispered, pushing my head down so the tip of his cock found my lips. “Keeps things fresh down there, if you know what I mean.”
A tiny drop of moisture appeared on Rodney’s glans. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, then used it to spread the salty sweetness over the whole glans and foreskin. Rodney gasped and moaned, then thrust his hips forward so his whole cock filled my mouth, sinking in deeper and deeper until the glans hit the back of my throat. Which under normal circumstances would make me gag, but today, I just found the sensation dangerously sexy.
I sucked Rodney’s cock slowly at first, savoring the salty, musky flavors of it, thrilling at how my mouth and throat had to stretch and strain to take in his huge bulk. Once I was used to the size, I began to move my mouth up and down the shaft, licking the underside with my tongue, pressing down on the top with my lips and teeth. Rodney bucked his hips to meet my rhythm, and soon we were moving back and forth in perfect unison. Each time I felt Rodney’s climax starting to build up in his shaft, I held it back by biting down on his glans, making him yelp with pleasure and pain simultaneously, amassing more and more sexual tension up and down his body until he was shaking all over with it.
“Please, Jasmine,” he groaned. “Please.”
I pulled myself off his cock. I wanted to torture him for just a moment more before I let him explode. I took my breasts in each hand, then wrapped them around his cock. I rubbed them back and forth, up and down, making them into a kind of bouncy sheath for him to delight in before I pinched the tip of his cock hard with one hand, holding off his climax one last time.
“Unnnh,” he grunted in protest, then grabbed at my hair.He pulled me up and away from his cock, then threw me down flat on the bed. He took my legs and placed them up over his shoulders, splaying me wide open for his entrance. He thrust his hips forward, entering me in one swift motion that stretched my insides to their limit. The resulting feeling was like fire and ice, an incredible mixture of pleasure and pain that sent me reeling into yet another orgasm. My own climax was the trigger for Rodney’s and I felt his cock throbbing with it inside me. Our climaxes were in perfect synchronization, beating to the same deep rhythm until they slowly, gradually came to a perfect stillness.
We lay in each others’ arms for several minutes, just basking in the afterglow. Then Rodney gently rolled off me and took his place at my side. He caressed the curve of my full hips and heavy breasts, kissed the divot where my neck met my chest. “So, what did you think?” he asked. “Do I meet your standards?”
“And then some,” I answered. “That was incredible, absolutely incredible. Thank you.”
He kissed my forehead. “You’re welcome. And like I said before, there are no strings attached. Merely my gift to you. I hope you enjoyed it. I know I did.”
“It was great, believe me.” I ran my finger along the bladelike curve of his chin. “So what do we do now?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Just relax.”
I sat bolt upright. “But I can’t relax. I’m probably going to be out of a job tomorrow. Or if not tomorrow, by the end of the year for sure. If you don’t help me, Senator Grayle is going to lose the election.”
Rodney put his hands on my shoulders and eased me back down to the bed. “Jasmine, you really need to stop bringing work to bed with you.”
“But—“
Rodney held up his hand. “We’ve already discussed this, Jasmine.”
I sighed. “I know, I know, you’re smitten with me, you respect me too much to use me in exchange for political favors and all that. As much as I appreciate how much you respect me and all, it really doesn’t help my current situation very much.”
Rodney stroked my cheek. “Have you ever considered changing your current situation?”
“What do you mean?”
“Who says you have to keep working for Senator Grayle? Who says that maybe instead of working PR for a senator, spending all your time and energy trying to get him a ten-second spot on CNN or to get him interviewed in the Post or Time magazine, that you switched sides? What if you quit shilling yourself trying to get the media’s attention and started working for the media instead? I think you’d make a great investigative reporter.”
“I haven’t done any reporting since I was in college working at the student newspaper,” I said. “And back then, my beat was sports, not politics.”
Rodney laughed. “Then you’ll bring a very fresh perspective to the job.”
“But—but I can’t just up and leave Senator Grayle at a time like this!” I protested. “He’s desperate! He needs me now more th
an ever! If I bail on him now, that’ll haunt me for the rest of my career.”
“You wouldn’t have to leave his employment,” Rodney said. “At least, not right away. Because I generally like my investigative reporters to work undercover.”
I gasped. “You aren’t suggesting—“
“Yes, I am. You’d keep working for Grayle for outside appearances’ sake, while you used your position there to gather unsavory information about him—as well as some other Washington folks I’ve had my eye on—and then once we’ve got enough to work with, we’ll go public with it. It means you’ll lose your PR job of course, but believe me, there’d be a helluva future for you in journalism. Maybe not as a Pulitzer-winning Washington Post reporter, mind you, but you’d still be pretty powerful in town just the same. If you can dig up what I think you can, pretty soon there won’t be an elected official left in this town who won’t tremble at the sound of your name.”
I was shocked, but intrigued. “What exactly would you want me to dig up? And on whom?”
Rodney raised himself up on one arm. “Senator Grayle isn’t the only high-level Washington official with—ahem—unusual sexual tastes. He’s just the only one stupid enough to get caught the way he did. At least, right now he is. I intend to change that. That’s where you come in.”
My eyes flew wide. “Are you saying that you want me to help expose elected officials’ kinky sex lives to the public?”
Rodney smirked. “You catch on fast.”
“And how, pray tell, am I supposed to do that?”
Rodney tickled my belly. “You may not realize it yet, but I think you have considerable talent when it comes to seducing people, especially people of sophisticated and unusual tastes. You certainly managed to get under my skin in a hurry. And that’s not an easy task, believe me.”
I giggled. “I have to admit, I wasn’t trying very hard. To tell you the truth, I didn’t even know what I was doing.”
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