Act of Congress

by Amelia Oliver

  “Jake,” Cassie moans, placing a hand on the back of my head as she grinds her pelvis in circles to meet my mouth.

  I look up the length of her body, she’s looking down at me, head raised to watch me and I suck her clit between my teeth. Her eyes roll and her head falls back, back arching, legs trembling as they press against my head. Warm liquid greets my tongue and I move my fingers to circle her entrance. She’s moaning and whimpering, her nipples high in the air as she moves and wiggles. She’s not faking this, not just pretending so we can get to the fucking.

  “Jake, Jake, please, fuck I’m gonna come, Jake, please,” she garbles, her hands cupping her breasts as she pinches her nipples.

  My cock is wetting the front of my pants with pre-cum and I close my eyes to concentrate. Two of my fingers push inside her, making a squelching noise as they invade her tight and so very wet pussy. Curving my fingers, I lap and suck, pistoning my hand and feel the woman I’ve been fantasizing about come from what I’ve given her. Me.

  When she stops jerking and the muscles around my fingers lessen their grip, I stand and take off my clothes, grabbing the condom from my wallet before chucking everything over by the closet. Looking down at her, Cassie rises to sit up, her cheeks flushed like I imagined and I run my thumb along one. Her eyes stay on mine as she grips my shaft and opens her mouth, running my cock head along the flat of her tongue.

  “Oh…fuck yeah,” I moan, the condom dropping to the floor as I push both hands into her hair.

  Her lips wrap around me, her hand stroking and wetting me and I swear I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. She looks like a porn star, like I’m watching a porn, but I’m in it. Her eyes are closed now; her perfect dark lashes against her cheeks, her lips pink and supple around my dick. She moves in a motion that has my jaw clenched, her wrist twisting along my length as she gives me the home run all-stars of blowjobs. My thighs begin to shake and I feel saliva running down my balls, my eyes close as I try to hang on, don’t come, I tell myself over and over. But closing my eyes only amplifies the sounds. Her sucking, my cock popping from her mouth, her groans and moans.

  “Cassie, Cass-stop, lay back.” I tell her, stepping back and forcing my dick away from her.

  She looks surprised at first, then gives me a wicked look before turning over and crawling up the bed, showing me her ass, her lips, and fuck, this woman. Scooping up the condom, I tear it open like it’s pissed me off and roll it on the same way. Moving behind her, I’m growling as I bite one ass cheek and smack the other. She laughs and moans as she pushes back against me. Curling over her, I kiss the back of her shoulder and she turns her face toward mine, her smiling lips meeting my own. I’d love to fuck her like this, from behind, but not this time. Like she has the same idea, she rolls onto her back, adjusting her legs around me and I sit back on my haunches, awed for a second by the sight before me. Her hands on my hips have me moving again, before she impatiently man handles me and brings me down onto her, using a hand to place me just outside her pussy. I look down at her, the playfulness and lust halting for a moment as reality reminds us the situation.

  “You’re sure?” I ask.

  She nods, but I can see something else in her eyes, not uncertainty, but maybe. Slowly at first, I begin to slide in. Fuck, she’s snug but still wet as fuck. Her hands move to my ass, along with her heels and she pushes me in completely. I groan and press my forehead against her shoulder. Her chest heaves against me and I realize I’m probably suffocating her.

  “Sorry,” I apologize, lifting onto my elbows.

  “I like it,” she whispers, leaning up and pressing soft kisses against my lips.

  I let her do this for a moment before I open my mouth and start really kissing her. Just like before, our mouths move in sync, as do our bodies. She’s wild and aggressive in a way that has my dick harder than ever with how much of a participant she is in this. Biting my shoulder and running her nails down my torso, she’s touching me like no one has before and it’s driving me. Once we’ve found the rhythm, her body adjusted to mine, we begin to really fuck. Her fingers run over her clit in circles, before she’s signaling for us to move and I’m then on my back as she takes over on top. Her pussy slides down on me and all I can do is look up at her in awe and fascination. She’s uninhibited and does what makes her feel good and fuck that makes me feel good in return. She pinches her nipples and bites her lip as she looks down at me, hips grinding as my thumb pets her clit.

  “Does my pussy feel good?” she whispers in my ear as she leans over and tugs my earlobe with her teeth. I nod, because fuck words. “Your cock is amazing, fuck, I could fuck you and come all day with a dick like this,” she smiles, looking back at me. I kiss her, hard and fast as I hold her against me and fuck her, hard and fast like my mouth. “Oh fuck!” she says loudly, as her head falls forward onto my chest.

  I pull her closer, tighter, one arm holding her down across her back while my other hand presses her ass down and push my cock in and out.

  “Keep fucking me, I’m coming,” she chants, her pussy tightening and flexing, before fluttering and coating my dick with warmth.

  I release her so I don’t come and pull my dick out from her. She’s panting and saying things like ‘fuck’ and ‘my legs are shaking, you fuck too good,’ under her breath. I kneel and put my hands on my thighs, my cock still hard and jutting out from between my legs. She’s on her back, stretched out and looking well fucked if I do say so. I begin to stroke my dick as I look down, her eyes fluttering open as she watches me, then with a smile, she moves to stretch out before her mouth is moving to my cock.

  She works me fast, licking the sheen of her orgasm from me with more urgency than before and I’ve never hated a piece of latex more in my life. Fuck, this woman’s going to annihilate me. It’s only moments I allow her to do this, and then I’m adjusting her, turning her over onto all fours and pushing my dick inside her from behind.

  “Goddamn Jake,” she groans, arching her back and pushing her ass against me. My fingers grip her shoulders as I fuck her, my balls smacking her flesh, the skin of us both covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my muscles flex as a growl that morphs into a shout erupts from my throat as I come, my hands pulling her body against me as I ride it out. Something swipes against my balls and I realize she’s rubbing her clit. Pulling free, I will myself not to crash onto the bed and pass out. My hands signal for her to rise-up and I get her feet on the bed, her upper body pushing up onto her hands as she chants, “Yes, yes, yes.”

  My face buries between her legs while I finger her, jackhammering her hole with three digits because I think she likes it this intense, while my mouth tugs on her clit.

  “Oh fuck yes, like that, fuck me like that, harder,” she demands.

  Harder?

  And it’s then I realize, even though I’ve come, my cock is still erect. I’ve never discarded and replaced a condom so fast in my life, but Cassie whimpering for me to hurry is more than enough incentive. All need and no finesse, I pull her down by the hips and right onto me. The scream that tears from Cassie’s throat has my balls tightening as I fuck her, and she fucks me back. My hands grab her tits hard and we both move frantically, coming with painful sounds of release. I realize she could be my undoing. Too much isn’t enough. I could fuck this girl to death and she could me too. She sits on my lap, our bodies still, other than panting and relaxing, muscles still spasming and releasing. Turning her head on my shoulder she looks up at me, eyes fuck drunk as her hand reaches up and caresses down the back of my hair.

  “I’d say, that was worth the wait,” she says.

  Chapter 9

  Cassie

  You know you’ve been fucked and fucked well when you can simultaneously not feel your limbs, but still feel every nerve ending throughout your body. Languid and near liquid, I let myself melt into the mattress, feeling Jake move to get rid of the condom, before he’s arranging us slightly so we’re more centered in the bed. The man fucks like a rabid ani
mal. We’d had days of foreplay, so we were more than primed for the event, but Jesus…the man knew what he was doing. I’d felt a slight hesitation when he first starting eating my pussy, almost like he was second-guessing himself. I’d wondered briefly if maybe Jake wasn’t a huge fan of eating out, so to speak. I was about to tell him he didn’t have to do it for me, that we could do plenty of other stuff, but then he’d begun to feast on my hot slick flesh as if he was starved and my taste against his tongue his salvation. I’d bet anything that a lover in his past had gotten into his head about his oral skills. Time to undo that bit of bullshit damage.

  “Whoever told you that you couldn’t eat a pussy to perfection was either a liar or a frigid bitch,” I mumble nearly incoherent, as I wiggle against Jake’s warmth at my back. “Probably both.”

  I feel him flinch, his body becoming tense at my blunt statement.

  “What?” he husks out, and it’s tinged with a little denial and a little embarrassment.

  I could blame the orgasm fog I’m in for my directness, but I don’t.

  “Sorry, I’m not prying, but no filter remember? Either way, I’m telling you, you eat pussy like it’s an Olympic event, Congressman Reid. One you’ve medalled in.”

  Wiggling my ass again, I rub it teasingly against his groin. His softening cock against my skin feels damp from his cum, and my clit flutters weakly in recognition of a job well done. It’s probably clapping. I’m hope he heard the sincerity in my statement, regardless of the humor. I’m not trying to embarrass him, but rather hope to give him some confidence back.

  “Brooke,” he says, and I hum in acknowledgement that he’s spoken, choosing to wait as he pauses. I get the sense he’s going to say more, and if he doesn’t that’s ok too. We’re not dating; it’s not really any of my business.

  “Brooke,” he repeats, firmer this time but the word is still rusty sounding, like it’s been a while since he’s said it out loud. I’m not fishing for private details of his past lovers like some stalker chick, who after getting one good ride starts picking out china patterns and ‘save the date’ stationery in her head. Honestly, if I’d known my comment would lead to share time, I maybe would’ve kept my mouth shut.

  Pulling the arm he has draped across my hips tighter, he shifts it at an angle so he can palm my breast, securing it in his hand with a squeeze of his fingers. “She wasn’t a fan. As it turned out, she wasn’t a fan of much about me at all. Besides the obvious that is.”

  “Your spectacular dick you mean?” I ask cheekily, hoping to add lightness to what has suddenly become something I fear is going to be an intense conversation.

  Jake chuckles, but it’s not with mirth. “No, I don’t think she even liked that.”

  “Frigid it is then,” I mutter mostly to myself, but Jake must hear me as he places a kiss against the back of my shoulder.

  “What Brooke liked was status. More interested in position and title, I think she either forgot or tried to ignore that both of those things came attached to the man she was with. We had been together before I became a congressman, so it took a while for me to see it. Like a lot of things though, once you do, you can’t not see it. It broke me a little; I mean she came with me to Washington from Montana. She’d known me before.” Jake stops talking, planting another kiss on my shoulder, but this time, he leaves his face against my skin.

  I don’t like hearing the vulnerability in his voice, and I really don’t like this Brooke chick either. Feeling something for Jake I’m not willing to name, before I can stop myself, I comment, potentially continuing a conversation a minute ago I’d wanted to stop.

  “You loved her.”

  Lifting his face to answer, I instantly miss his heat, the scratch of his stubble against my skin.

  “Yes. Well, in a way. There were two of us in that relationship, and I’ve wondered since if being with Brooke was just what I knew, so I ignored the signs of distance forming between us. I was in a place where every other person was telling me I couldn’t do this or shouldn’t do that, and Brooke was a constant, a familiar face. I think I may have been just as guilty of using her as she was of me, although our reasons were very different.”

  I don’t say anything to that; still uncomfortable with the territory we seemed to have wandered into, but mostly with how it’s making me feel. My mind thinks that post-coital confessions of this nature belong between people who are dating, couples who are headed towards committed monogamy. Another unnamed organ however seems to have a different idea, and find myself needing to remind it that this thing between Jake and I is a fling. A short, steamy affair being driven by our circumstance, lust and need.

  Lying in Jake’s arms, my body satiated, I let the heat of his body pressed against mine seep into my bones. I feel my eyes begin to drift closed and my breathing even out, and I know sleep is about to take me under when Jake speaks.

  “What about you Cassie? Any failed relationships in your past?”

  On that question, I’m not only wide-awake; I’m looking for the exit.

  “No.”

  “Really?”

  I hear the surprise in Jake’s voice and I don’t know if I should be offended or not. When he speaks again I realize that he’s not saying he assumed I’d be bad at relationships.

  “Not even one bad one? They can’t have all been amicable?”

  I shift away from Jake now, putting some distance between us. As much as I want to, I don’t get out of bed, I just roll over on to my back.

  “No, not that. I don’t do relationships. You can’t have a bad one of something you don’t do,” I tell him, my face turned slightly towards his so I see a flare of something I can’t name in his eyes. I turn my head back into the pillow behind me and look straight ahead at the ceiling.

  “Oh.”

  Clearly picking up the vibe that I’m not comfortable, he offers a change of topic. It doesn’t help.

  “So tell me about you then? What’s Cassie’s story?”

  Jake shifts closer to me and using his big arms, scoops me towards him. With my front pulled into his side, he lays on his back, nestling me so I’m in his embrace, my head on his firm pec. The kiss he plants to the top of my head says he’s happy now he has me back in a snuggling position, removing the distance I had made, content that we are again touching.

  All the reasons why this thing was a bad idea have started knocking around inside my brain. Given my body has now cooled, I’m flooded with the guilt of having given in to my baser urges and crossed a line professionally. We’ve still got more than half of the trip before we arrive in Montana, and I’m already feeling like I’m in too deep here. I like Jake. I respect Jake. Nevertheless, I need to salvage the professional side of our relationship, meaning I have to put a stop to anything personal happening again. More over, I have to do it ignoring my inner hooker’s protests, because let’s face it, that bitch would sail me down the river.

  I know I’ve been lost in my head when Jake’s arm across my back starts to rub small circles against my side, before he prompts me again.

  “Cassie?”

  “Umm, no story really. As I said, I don’t do relationships, so no significant ex to mention. I’ve been alone a lot of my life, so it’s always been difficult to let people in.”

  I purposely keep my tone light and easy, I don’t wanting to appear rude, but it’s also my brand of direct.

  “I’m sorry Cass,” Jake says, talking into my forehead, his lips brushing against me each time they moved with his words. It feels nice, and it makes me want to burrow into him more.

  Fuck. No, I’m not doing this.

  Jake is thoughtful and caring, he’s strong but not gushing. Naturally, he’s perfect. Pressed together as closely as we are, I’m sure Jake can feel my unease creep in, but thankfully, he doesn’t call me on it.

  Why, oh why, are we in my room? How the hell do you excuse yourself claiming an early start when the room you’re in is yours, and the person you’re in it with has the same schedul
e tomorrow as you?

  Not really knowing what else to do I yawn, adding a stretch before saying, “We’ve got an early start Jake, we really should get some sleep. One of us needs to look good in front of the camera tomorrow.” My tone is teasing, and I give a playful little shove to his chest.

  It’s a mistake. The moment my palm rests against him it itches to slide across his skin, to explore his torso and run the tips of my fingers through the hair on his chest, beneath his belly button, and where it frames his beautiful cock. It’s a mistake because I’m aware that I want to do it not to initiate sex necessarily, but that I just want to.

  Too intimate Cassie, way to intimate.

  Sneaking a look up at Jake I find him already watching me, intense and masculine, and I try to avoid interpreting the look.

  Maybe he’ll get dressed and head back to his room? He doesn’t.

  “Alright, messaged received. Night, Cassie”, he says softly, and I feel his words calm my anxiety. Putting a finger under my chin and lifting my face further up to his, Jake takes my lips in one of the sweetest kisses I have ever known.

  I am in way over my head here.

  I will my body to relax, letting the rise and fall of Jake’s breathing calm me, using his heartbeat under my ear to help me count slowly in my head. Once I’m sure Jake is asleep, having already recognized the danger of letting myself sleeping in his arms, I ease slowly out of his hold and move closer to my side of the bed.

  Different hotel, different alarm clock, but it’s the same staring match. The moment the clock hits four am, I move quietly into the bathroom, freshen up a little, and dress for the gym. I scribble out a note to Jake, telling him I’ll meet him on the bus, before placing it where I know he’ll see it. As I leave the room, I purposely make more noise, making sure the door closes with a small bang behind me. I need Jake gone and back in his own room by the time I get back from the gym.