by Lisa Durkin
After more mingling and champagne, it was time to be seated. The State Dining Room was aglow and set with shiny gold place settings. The candelabras and chandeliers sparkled and the large floral arrangements on each table and at the fireplace were splendid.
Eyes had been on Rory and Jackson all night and she felt them now. She turned to see generous glances down her dress. Her proximity to the gorgeous man-whore was causing tongues to wag and she smiled to herself. She remembered that first day on the press line and how spooked she had been by the thought of anyone connecting her to Jackson. Curious how things had changed. Now she couldn’t care less what people thought of their association. Jackson made her happy.
Jackson led her to a numbered table and Rory was once again surprised by the company he kept. There were several congressmen and their wives, along with the secretary of state. She was immediately engaged in cheerful conversation and was surprised to see Jake Schnyder of Congressman Koepler’s office sit down beside her. She greeted him warmly and they joked about being the only people invited from their side of the aisle.
It didn’t take Rory long to realize she was seated at the Homeland Security table, not that it was formally marked as such. Rory enjoyed her dinner and listened, not eager to participate. It triggered her anxiety, not knowing if the folks at the table knew her particular history. In between the third and fourth courses, she excused herself and went to the ladies’ room.
Jackson watched her leave the ballroom. That red dress was driving him insane. Watching her tight little ass as she crossed the room was making him hotter than hell. He was so proud to be with her. He was convinced she was the most beautiful woman there. He had noticed the appreciative glances she had been getting all night long. He had also noticed Jake Schnyder eyeing her hungrily, which made him want to punch the guy in the face. Matter of fact, it concerned him that if Mr. Schnyder didn’t stop flirting and peeking at Rory’s low-cut neckline, he was going to lose his temper and do something stupid.
Jackson knew Jake well. A few years back they had been members of the same club that catered to a more sexually liberated clientele. Hell, they had been in close proximity once or twice, never having actually participated in the same ménage. He didn’t like the attention Jake was giving Rory; he could tell Jake was dying to fuck her. Jackson was a jealous guy and he didn’t want Jake anywhere near his girl. And Rory was his girl. He wanted everyone to understand that piece of information. Damn right, he was getting possessive. Rory was worth getting possessive over.
Jackson sat back and stared at Jake. “Back the fuck off her, my friend, or we will have major issues,” he stated forcefully, but low enough for only Jake to hear. He stared into the other man’s eyes to let him know that he was dead fucking serious.
Jake cocked his head to the side. “So you’re not looking to party? She is one hot piece. I wouldn’t mind helping you out with that.”
Jackson held back the hand that immediately formed into a fist. “She’s mine. Only mine. Don’t even look at her again. Stay the hell away from her or I will break every bone in your body.”
“Congressman, are you threatening me?”
“Yes. Dare to even let your eyes dip below her chin again and see how quickly I’m on you.”
“Uh-huh. Last I heard, the congresswoman was unspoken for, and you’re always no strings, Dorn.”
“She’s mine. We’re together. That’s all you need to know. Steer clear, or you will have issues. That’s the last time I’m going to tell you.” He picked up his glass and gingerly took a sip as he turned his head to look across the table.
“Tell me, Congressman, have you promised her your vote on the EPA appropriation?” Jake asked.
Jackson stiffened and slowly turned back to the other man. “That is none of your business.”
Jake smiled and took a sip of his champagne. “That’s right; it’s not my business. Not yet, anyway. I’ll just wait around and maybe I’ll make Rory Morgan my business later. Right after you’ve shown her exactly why you’re so into her.”
Jake’s comment sent a chill up Jackson’s spine. It constantly tormented his mind that Rory would think he was only interested in her for political reasons. He prayed it wouldn’t go that way. He prayed she would see how much he cared for her.
Jackson stood abruptly and excused himself. He needed to find Rory. He wanted to have her with him, on his arm, at all times. He had become so acquainted with the feel of her, even the scent of her skin and hair and the sound of her voice.
Damn, what he would do to have her at his side always. Always.
He rounded the corner and his heart leapt at the sight of her; she was just that damn beautiful. She chatted with the congresswoman from Florida, Mary Jo Jansen. He sauntered up and slid his arm around her, pulling her close to his side. She fit so well and it felt so damn good when she leaned into him. It felt even better when she smiled up at him and continued her conversation without skipping a beat, as if it were natural and taken for granted that he would stand beside her, like they were an item. His chest swelled.
As soon as the ladies reached an accordance Jackson escorted Rory back into the dining room. The band was beginning to play and he didn’t want to wait another moment to hold her in his arms in front of the entire room. He intended to let everyone know whom she belonged to, and to be very selfish with his Rory.
A thought occurred to him and he pulled her back against the wall.
“Promise me something,” he said as he cupped her jaw and stole a light kiss. She looked around nervously when he pulled back and gazed at her. He laughed.
“We’re at the White House for crying out loud…” Rory responded, smiling back at him. “Promise what?”
Jackson leaned in closer, his eyes boring into hers. “Promise me you’ll only dance with me,” he implored, stroking her collarbone with the pads of his fingers.
Rory gazed into his eyes and her smile faded as the heat rose between them. “You keep touching me like that and we may have to find a private room to do more than kiss.”
Jackson groaned and leaned in closer with his hips. He pressed his erection against her belly. “Don’t tempt me to sneak you off right now.” He leaned in and took her lips more passionately.
They were both breathless when he pulled back. “Dance only with me. You’re my girl, and I want everyone to know it.” He held her tightly. He needed her to promise him like he needed air. He needed her to feel this.
He watched her eyes darken as his possessive words must have registered. He crushed his lips against hers and impaled her with his tongue. He filled himself with her taste. It didn’t seem that his possessiveness was alarming to her, and that made him crazy to have her. She pressed closer and melded her hips to his, gently rocking against him. He gasped and groaned.
“You’re killing me.”
“We don’t have to stay all night, do we?” Rory asked, her lips on his throat, her breathing ragged.
Jackson stood back from her and straightened himself, breathing out hard. “No, we don’t have to stay all night, but I’d like to dance with you… Then I’ll take you back to the hotel and do unspeakable things to you,” he whispered the last part as he held his hand out to her.
Jackson made sure they were one of the first couples on the dance floor. For the first time in his life, he was totally into creating a public display of affection. As he led her onto the floor, he swung her around and she laughed as he pulled her close.
“You like to dance, don’t you?” She smiled up at him.
“I do, especially with you…” he crooned, humming his words to the melody of the music.
Rory held tight as Jackson danced them around the floor, turning and dipping her. They clapped when the number ended and Jackson pulled her into his arms again as a slower one began.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Rory?” Jackson whispered into her ear as they swayed back and forth.
Rory looked at him incredulously. “No, tell me.”<
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“Well, you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. You have an elegant, beautiful face and a very sexy body. But that’s not all. You’re beautiful inside, and it shows.”
Rory blushed and laid her head on his shoulder.
He whispered a second time. “That’s why everybody is staring,” he said, amused.
Rory’s head popped up. There were plenty of eyes on them all right. Some people were even standing on the edge of the dance floor staring.
She looked back at Jackson. “I think they’re looking at you, Mr. Sexiest Man Alive.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Well, I don’t know about that, but it’s true they’re not used to seeing me with a date, or being so affectionate.” Rory beamed. “Let’s give them a show,” Jackson said as his head lowered and his lips brushed hers. He laughed at her surprised expression. “Oh come on, it’s no big deal.” His humor was infectious and Rory laughed back. He stepped back and gave her a spin before leaning in and grinding his hips into her, Dirty Dancing style. To cap it off, he dipped her and laid a dramatic kiss full on her mouth.
They both found it very difficult to keep their hands to themselves in the limo. The partition was raised and the windows were tinted. The situation just begged for a backseat fuck. If only the hotel wasn’t such a short ride. Rory groaned as Jackson kissed her hard, his hands palming her breasts. He pulled back to watch as he squeezed and caressed them.
“I love your tits.” His fingers traced her valley, his explicit words and the feel of his hands made her convulse with need.
“Kiss me again,” she moaned as she reached up to pull him closer. They kissed hard, his tongue impaling her mouth. She loved the hardness, the roughness and urgency. It turned her on to think he was so aroused and desperate for her. Slowly, she caressed down his body until she grasped his hard erection through his pants. He was so big and thick that she had no problem pumping him through the material.
The intercom system pinged with a warning that they were approaching the hotel. Reluctantly, they straightened their clothing, breathing deeply and giggling at each other.
Once the elevator doors closed, he pushed her up against the wall. Rory gasped as he bit her neck, licked and sucked the area.
“Wait ’til I get you in that room.” They both straightened as the elevator slowed, then walked innocently to the honeymoon suite.
Jackson closed and locked the door behind them and their mouths clashed. Their tongues wrestled while their hands sought release of clothing. She pushed the jacket from his shoulders and quickly released the buttons on his shirt, while he reached for her zipper. She was unaware that they were moving across the room until he backed her into the dining table.
He lifted her, leaning her back and smoothing her dress up as he kneeled and raised her knees over his shoulders. He pulled her red G-string to the side and gasped in surprise at the sight of her naked sex.
“Oh God, Rory.” She had gotten waxed at the spa. He stared at her bare pussy. He gently cupped and stroked her mound, feeling the ultra-smooth skin.
“Do you like?”
“No…I love,” he breathed and her breath caught as he licked her. His hot tongue sent a spasm through her sensitive flesh and she dug her nails into his head. “Did you do this for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered on an exhale. He beamed at her admission.
He flicked his tongue over her clit and sucked it into his mouth. He rubbed his hand over her bare skin. He inserted two fingers, rhythmically fucking her. She cried out and mewled as he licked at her clit again while thrusting his fingers into her.
Rory felt the sensations building. She pulled his hair and tried to hold out, but when Jackson stroked that sensitive spot inside her and sucked her clit into his mouth again, she exploded into an orgasm that fired through her entire body. She called out his name and as she quivered from the deep release, Jackson continued to lick her.
“You taste so good,” he said between sensitive strokes. Finally, he rose and carried her into the bedroom.
He removed her gown and dropped it to the floor. Rory would have stopped to hang the expensive garment if she weren’t so entranced by Jackson’s gaze. He looked over her body as if he would consume her. His face was flushed with heat and his blue eyes gleamed.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” She wore a red satin strapless bra, red G-string and sheer thigh-high stockings with her red pumps. She was dying to have him inside her.
“What will you do to me?” she asked, her voice low and wanting.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to do all the things you want to do to me.”
“I don’t think you know all the things I’d like to do to you.”
She took a step closer. “Show me.” Every muscle in her body clenched.
He unbuttoned his shirt and jerked it onto the floor. He pulled his pants off, followed by his boxers. Rory slid her eyes up and down his body, licking her lips as she returned her stare to his heated eyes.
He led her to the bed, turning her on her belly. He held her hands above her head and slowly ran his fingers from the back of her neck down to her ass. He smoothed his hand slowly over both butt cheeks.
“Such smooth skin, such a gorgeous body.”
He slid one hand between her legs and pressed his finger inside her, rhythmically stroking. She moaned and he continued until he stood behind her and lifted her to her hands and knees. He caressed her behind as he continued to penetrate her with his finger. She gasped as he leaned forward and nipped her butt cheek.
“Turn around to me,” he said, and Rory turned, face level with his hard cock. His arm spread down her spine, his finger penetrating her harder. “Suck my dick.”
She enthusiastically took his cock, sucking the head. She could taste his seed and greedily sucked. His whole body tightened. She wanted more and took him into her mouth over and over, pumping him until he was hitting the back of her throat. She loved the taste of him and hummed in appreciation as she rubbed the underside of the head with her tongue.
He slid his middle finger down her butt cheeks and whispered over the opening. He continued to tease and rub gently until he felt her relax.
After a few moments, he pulled himself free of her mouth. “Stay there,” he commanded as he walked around to the other side of the king-size bed. He kneeled behind her and massaged her ass cheeks.
“I have some oil that should feel good. Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.” She felt it around her rear as his finger massaged her there.
Jackson reached down and placed his cock at the entrance to her sex. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait any longer to be in you.” He leaned back and thrust hard. She cried out and her back arched as she took his thick length. “You’re so tight, you fit my cock like a glove.”
He plunged inside her. Ragged cries escaped her throat as he pumped into her. He pulled back and slowed his pace. He returned his hand to her ass and continued to massage the entrance there, pressing harder and penetrating.
“Do you feel me here, baby?”
“Yes,” she mewled.
“Do you like it? Should I keep going?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Jackson groaned and continued the penetration as he thrust into her. After a few minutes, he was thrusting inside her rear with his finger in time to his delicious thrusts in her sex. She turned and saw his head fall back, his eyes closed. His hard muscled body looked so sexy pumping into her.
He thrust sharply and Rory cried out. She couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying this new experience. As the pleasure built, she felt Jackson gently pull out of her, leaving her wanting more. She felt more of the lubricant. Then she felt his large erection at her rear and he began pressing into her there.
Her first reaction was to tense up. “Just relax, Rory. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” He was breathing harder and she knew
this was exciting him. She took a breath and forced her body to relax. The penetration felt strange and harsh at first, but then it became easier as she opened up to him. She was unable to concentrate on anything but the feel of him inside her, large and thick. It was intense but so good.
He went very slowly and it was killing him. Jackson was all but holding his breath, his body tightly controlled as he gently pushed into her, millimeter by millimeter. He could feel sweat on both their bodies, which only added to the eroticism. If he let go he would be finished. After minutes that felt like eternity, he slid the rest of the way into her and they both moaned.
“Are you okay?” he asked huskily.
“Yes, yes,” she cried.
He took a moment for her to acclimate to the feel of him, and to regain his control. He ran his hands over her back. Then he gently thrust.
It was like nirvana every time he was inside Rory, but this was even more incredible. The carnal feel, and this level of trust added to his lust for her. It wasn’t long before she was thrusting back into him. He gave it to her, thrusting harder and harder. It only took a short time before he could tell she was there, and he reached down and massaged her clit. After another moment, he inserted two fingers into her sex, and she immediately came hard, screaming out his name. He continued to caress her as she rode out her orgasm, and when he couldn’t hold out any longer he let go and came into her ass, calling out her name.
They collapsed onto the bed and he pulled her tightly to his chest.
He kissed her temple. “God, baby, thank you for that,” he breathed heavily.
She kept her eyes closed while she brought her own breathing under control. She finally opened her eyes and met his gaze. She gave a little chuckle. “You’re thanking me?” She traced a line of sweat from his temple.