Act of Congress

by Amelia Oliver

  “I want you on me Cassie, need you on me before I cover up,” he shares, then does just that.

  Moving from my elbows and onto my arms, I find my balance and lift one arm to reach down to grab Jake’s now condom-covered dick. I need him now. Jake beats me to it though and in a full single thrust, he’s finally inside me. My pussy locks up around him in a spasm so strong, Jake groans above me, his breathing sawing through his teeth and his head thrown back.

  “Fuck! Cassie, your cunt is so tight, so fucking good, I never knew it could be like this,” he rumbles then orders, “hang on to me, I’m going to fuck you now.”

  Shifting his weight into his thighs, he lifts me from the table and brings me closer to his body. My thighs lock around his hips and my arms around his neck. Kissing him all over his handsome face, I nip along his jaw and bite his earlobe into my mouth. Turning to the wall next to me, he pushes my back against it and uses his arms under my knees to open me wider, planting his hands against the wall. Like he’s been unleashed, he begins to fuck me, and fuck me hard. I start out panting then mewling then nearly whimpering. I’m tempted to beg Jake to stop, to tell him that it’s too much, that he’s too intense, that I can’t take any more. He’s fucking my body, but it’s the other parts of me that he’s breaking down that have me saying things I’d usually not say.

  “I promised myself I wasn’t…going…do this,” I pant. “Give in to this thing…it’s. This is supposed to be a job…you’re my job Jake, you’re my client…I-I, fuck…” I can talk anymore; my throat is dry, my voice fading.

  Jake slows his movements and placing his lips over mine to speak against my mouth, “Shhhh, just listen…listen to us, listen to your body taking me in deep as it can…listen to our lips together, our ragged breathing, just stop thinking and listen.”

  His voice sounds like he’s been gargling eighty-year aged, smoky bourbon, and unable to look away from his expressive eyes, I listen. I listen as he moves slowly but with intent. I listen to the sounds of us together, of our joining, to the synchronicity of our bodies as the pleasure we’ve created takes us both under in a wave so intense, I’m sure we will both drown. I listen to it all, and I know, I’ve never heard anything more beautiful in my life.

  Chapter 11

  Jake

  After leaving the studio and taking a cab to the hotel, Cassie and I walk in together, having decided we should and regroup here before figuring out what to do for the night. Thank fuck too, because I’d screwed her so hard I needed time to allow my body to get back to a proper level of functioning. On the ride back, we’d sat on opposite sides of the backseat in the cab, more for lack of energy on my part to pull her closer, but also because there was an unspoken agreement between us that our ‘togetherness’ was private.

  Now in the elevator, once the doors close to take us to our floor, I take her by the hand and corner her. She blinks up at me, her neck a little red from the stubble on my jaw and I run my thumb over it.

  “Thank you,” I tell her.

  “Thank you?” she repeats in question, lifting a brow.

  “For letting me fuck you, I mean like, really fuck you.”

  Her pupils flare, an inhale sucks into her lungs. Her tongue swipes along her lower lip and I want so badly to fuck her again but the elevator slows and I step back.

  “I like when you really fuck me, it’s never happened to me before…maybe you’ll get that ass you were talking about one of these days…I’m sure I’ll really like to be fucked there too.”

  I swallow thickly as the doors part and she looks at me over her shoulder as she steps out. My cock twitches at how this woman just annihilates me. One of a kind comes to mind. I knew she was reluctant for any relationship; she made it clear the other night. She was guarded, and I understood that. I didn’t know where this was going, if it was beyond fucking or even beyond two weeks. She lived in California and I lived in D.C.. I was in the spotlight and she was happy working behind it. Every time she distanced herself, or censored what she told me, she was heavily censoring herself. I’m around politicians for a living, I know liars and truth keepers, and Cassie is pretty good at the later. I wasn’t sure if she just wasn’t telling me because this was a fling, or if she didn’t tell anyone. I liked to tell myself she didn’t tell anyone, but that was her truth to bare and her story. There was a reason it was so guarded and maybe one day she’d tell me. I realized I was nearly becoming obsessed with her. But everything about her was taking over my life. I’d find myself drifting off in interviews just thinking about her lips on my cock, her fingers on my skin, her lips on mine.

  I felt a little foolish when she switched buses after our night together, and I thought for sure that I’d pushed too far. But fuck that. I wanted her. I’ve never wanted anyone like this, and I wasn’t about to let her get away from me. I know that sounds crazy, but I was crazy for her. I immediately knew she was going to call her boss and confess what we did because that’s just how she is, open about that shit in her life. When I called Sawyer, she seemed a little taken aback by my confession, but if Cassie was going to be in trouble over what we did then I wanted the blame. Having the boss’s permission and guarantee that Cassie and me fucking wouldn’t affect her job at ESM in my back pocket, it was the ammunition I needed to put her distance to an end.

  The three days we’d spent acting as if nothing had ever happened between us, as if the night in her hotel room wasn’t fucking awesome and hot and everything sex should be, I could sense her resilience was spreading thin. I’d catch her watching me, staring at my ass, looking at me with a small smile on her lips until our eyes would catch and she’d turn away. Then during lunch at the diner, the way her mouth had absently eaten that fucking pie had me so worked up, I’d considered dragging her to the bathroom and feeding her my cock instead.

  I hadn’t intended to fuck her in the green room, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her during my interview. Yes, the topic was close to my heart and I was there and present as I answered the questions. But knowing Cassie was in the room, knowing what she looked like under her dress, my restraint snapped. I meant what I said when I thanked her for letting me fuck her. With Brooke, who’s the only other person I’ve slept with, I always had to measure my movements, holding back if she didn’t like this position or that, if I was too hard or she wanted this or that. Sex has never been about me or what I like, what gets me off, not until Cassie. She likes sex; maybe loves it and that alone has me feeling some kind of way. The harder I fucked her, the more I gave into my instincts and wants, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

  “See you around, big boy,” she adds before turning into the hallway.

  I follow just before the doors close, seeing Ella and a few other people standing in the hallway outside an opened room door.

  “You guys coming out tonight?” Sebastian, one of the intern’s asks, looking between Cassie and me.

  “Where to?” Cassie asks.

  “Heard there’s a great seafood place downtown and then karaoke, you guys down?”

  I look at Cassie who smiles as she nods and agrees.

  “Yeah, sounds good,” I state.

  “Jake, can I have a word?” Ella asks as Cassie talks to Sebastian, getting the time we’re leaving and I begin for my room.

  “Sure,” I tell her and wait for her to catch up to me and we go to my room.

  Holding the door open, Ella comes into the room and heads toward the window.

  “What’s up?’ I ask, tossing the key card onto the dresser as I also place my phone and wallet down beside it.

  “You and Cassie make up?” she asks, not looking at me.

  I internally groan, a thousand things coming to my mouth that I bite back. She’s an employee and this isn’t any of her business. But she has been a confidant since I’ve become a congressman, and I realize she’s always been this way with me, except it’s me this time that doesn’t want her to know about what’s going on with Cassie.

  “Ella…” I begin
.

  “I know, I know. But, it’s obvious you two are…well, something’s going on.”

  I open my mouth to deny or deflect when she lifts a hand.

  “I had the room next to her when you guys fucked for hours.”

  Her tone is aggressive and loud and my eyebrows rise at her statement.

  “Yes, we made up I guess, why does it matter?” I reply.

  “Because she’s here––”

  “For work, yeah I get that Ella. We’re two grown professionals who acknowledge that what’s happening between us isn’t exactly what we planned, but it is happening and that’s all you need to know.”

  “She could ruin you,” Ella states, almost in a whisper and I want to ignore that her eyes look glassy like she’s about to cry or something.

  “I appreciate your concern as my assistant and a friend and I promise that nothing happening will effect your job.”

  I can tell there’s more she wants to say but she shouldn’t because I know at this point, anything beyond on the realms of what I just said would be pushing the boundaries of our relationship.

  “I’m going to shower, did you need anything else?” I ask.

  She shakes her head, looking at the floor as she passes by and out the door. Women. I don’t get them. I don’t get why Ella would be interested whatsoever in anything that Cassie and I are doing, but I don’t begin to pretend I understand how women think. Maybe she’s jealous. Ella’s used to being with me all day every day with work and maybe she feels left out since Cassie has been running this trip.

  After showering and changing into jeans and a gray cotton t-shirt, I text Cassie and tell her I’m coming to her room before putting my shit in my pockets and heading out. She’s six rooms from me and it’s funny that ever since the night Cassie and spent together, our rooms have been further and further away every stop. No one’s in the hallway and I wonder if everyone’s already down in the lobby, although I have a sneaking suspicion that Cassie is still getting ready. Tapping on her door, it opens a moment later but Cassie’s not standing there.

  “Sorry, almost ready,” she says as her voice trails off.

  I walk in and see her suitcase open on the bed, a few pairs of shoes on the floor and the bathroom light on around the corner. She’s standing in front of the mirror and I stop as I take her in. She’s wearing a tiny spring dress, the kind with the skirt that will move when she walks. The thin straps barely restrain her tits and I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra. She has her hair pulled back in a messy knot or something and she’s leaning over the counter putting mascara on. Her skin is tan and smooth, and I know for a fact it tastes just as amazing as it looks. My cock is a solid ridge of hard muscle in my jeans as I walk closer.

  I watch as she rushes, tossing makeup into a small bag on the counter as the contents clack against one another as she digs for something else. Removing my University of Montana baseball hat and setting it on the counter, I reach my hand under her skirt and to her hip, feeling for underwear, finding there isn’t anything but soft skin. She hip checks for me to stop, but I don’t, noticing in the mirror as her skirt lifts up my arm and I see her naked flesh in the skin. She’s still warm from a shower, her skin still soaking in lotion and my eyes focus on the reflection as I cup her pussy in my palm. My nose presses into the side of her hair as I close my eyes and inhale.

  “Jake,” she moans out in a whisper.

  “What?” I breathe into her ear.

  “We’re going to be late,” she tells me with no fight in her voice.

  Moving behind her, my other hand runs along her bare neck as I press my body against her back, pulling her into me with my hand still on her core. My erection prods her plump ass, my hand gliding down her tit, her stomach and to gather the front of her dress, lifting it up to see my other hand. I open my eyes and look at us in the mirror. Cassie’s eyes are closed, her hands frozen on her makeup bag and I slowly begin to nudge her clit with my middle finger. My hand looks massive between her legs and I can’t even see her pussy, just the back of my hand and the tendons moving beneath my skin as I pet her.

  “Jake,” she repeats, her hands covering mine as her head falls back onto my shoulder.

  “Take your tits out,” I tell her and a moment later, she’s pushing the straps of her dress down. My lips place kisses along one shoulder as her tits are revealed and she grabs them, plumping them and pulling on her nipples as she moans and my fingers begin to move faster.

  “You have an amazing body,” I tell her. “When you touch it, it makes me fucking crazy with how perfect you look.”

  Her shoulders jerk as I gather wetness coating her core and bring it up to her clit. My thumb strumming as I dip a fingertip inside her, teasing her and watching her body contract and react to me. Her eyebrows pinch together, her mouth opens, and her unchecked sounds cause male pride to flow through my veins. Cassie’s head turns toward me and I take her in a rough kiss, her ass pushing against me as her back arches. I strum her until she’s pushing up on her tiptoes, chanting and squealing with pleasure.

  “Shhhh,” I whisper in her ear, “I don’t want everyone to hear how good I finger you, how you sound, they’ll think about it every time they jerk off…just like tonight, every time I see you in this dress I’ll picture you like this. Cunt wet and needy, rosy nipples, cheeks flushed, how hard you make me––”

  “Fuck me Jake, oh God, please,” she whines and pleads.

  “That’s what you want, me to fuck you?” I tease.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” she states, eyes opening and connecting with mine in the mirror.

  But I don’t want to fuck her yet, I want her to come and think of me inside her all night so that when we leave the bar she can’t control herself. Pushing three fingers inside her, her hands grip my forearms, as my free hand wraps around her throat and I begin encouraging her with my lips against her ear. She’s moaning and chanting and flexing around my fingers, her body tightening and moving against me and I love seeing her like this. My thumb rubs her clit hard and fast and she’s coming in no time. Feeling her orgasm is almost as good as coming myself…almost. Once her muscles stop squeezing me, but she’s still in a daze and semi out of it, I coax her to her knees with my hands on her shoulders and she eagerly takes position. Looking up at me with cock drunk eyes, I undo my jeans and pull out my nearly exploding dick.

  “Tits,” I say through clenched teeth, pulling on my cock hard and fast as she cups her tits and lifts them up.

  A growl erupts from my chest as a freight train of pleasure drives through me, and semen bathes her chin and tits. My hand slows as my eyes close and I pant for air. I feel like I might pass out from the intensity, and lean back against the wall. Cassie stands and I hear the water of the sink turn on and I assume she’s cleaning up. My eyes are closed as I recover and when they open, she’s put her dress back into place and is smiling at me in the mirror while she puts the contents of her makeup bag away.

  “You okay over there, buddy?” she asks.

  I nod, giving her a dopey smile. She turns and steps into me, kissing my lips softly as she puts my spent cock back in my jeans. After she’s settled my hat back on my head, she takes my hand, leading me from the bathroom.

  “Should we go down separately?” she asks, playfulness in her tone.

  “I think people know about us,” I tell her.

  I see her eyes take on that fearful expression she’s shown me a handful of times now.

  “Well, Ella knows we’re fucking, so I’m sure everyone else does too.”

  “Jake––”

  “Everyone that works for me signs an N.D.A., they can’t talk about anything I do. As far as the press, just don’t get your picture taken blowing me and they won’t have proof.”

  She lets out a sigh, but I can see she’s slowly becoming less troubled over it and we walk out to the elevators.

  “So, about that whole ass talk, earlier…” I begin in jest, really testing my waters.

  “I l
iked it, so if you’re down…” she shrugs, trailing off.

  “Never done it,” I confess, and she gives me a look like she already knew that.

  “I’ve played a little, not the whole deal though,” she shares. “No pressure, just if we want to go there, I have lube with me,” she adds, and I look over at her and smile.

  “Of course you do, you wanted me from the moment we met in my office,” I state with a shake of my head.

  “Okay Mr. ‘I brought condoms just for this because I knew I was going to fuck you’.”

  I squint my eyes with a growl and lean in to kiss her as she giggles and pushes me away.

  “On that topic, I’m on the pill Jake, so far as I’m concerned, raincoats are optional. Up to you,” Cassie says in her matter-of-fact way, not waiting for my response.

  “Let’s go kick some karaoke ass!” Sebastian announces as we exit the elevator and sure enough most everyone is waiting in the lobby.

  I can’t help but notice Ella giving me an evil stare, but I also can’t bring myself to care.

  Chapter 12

  Cassie

  Whoever had told Sebastian about this seafood place being great was spot on. The décor was mostly whites and blues, with wicker and distressed iron chairs around matching tables, the wicker topped with glass. The place had the usual seaside beach theme feel to it, but they’d done it in a way that it wasn’t a mockery of itself. The vibe of the place was relaxed, and you got the sense that people came for the atmosphere as much as they did the food. Everyone was having a great time, and it was one of the few times that those of us on the trip had all gone out together. Given we would be in Montana in a few days, it was nice, almost like a ‘last one for the road’ kind of dinner.

  The only downer was that Ella looked like it was her last meal before the chair. I’d started to freak out a little when Jake had told me Ella knew about us, but looking into his face as he’d spoken with logic and reason, I’d felt myself relax about the whole thing. So, Ella knew we we’re sleeping together, big deal. We were both consenting adults, and we both seemed to be on the same page about it being just for us. Besides, the trip was nearly over, and I’d be back in LA working on my next contract and Jake would be back in Washington, image overhauled and fire in his belly, making change happen. And this thing between us would be a memory.