Act of Congress

by Amelia Oliver

  With a long lick Jake stops, preventing my fall over the edge, but as he stands to slam his lips to mine, I find I don’t care. This kiss is taking me higher and I want to come on his dick. My hands are trapped between our bodies, as he uses one of his to reposition my face, putting pressure on my jaw so I open further under his touch. Spearing his tongue inside my mouth, I am assaulted with my flavor as Jake fucks his own into me with wild abandon.

  Opening my eyes, I stare straight into Jake’s, his are full of blue-grey storm clouds, and again I’m lost to him. I need to touch him; I need him bare so I can feel his skin pressed to mine. As if hearing my silent plea, Jake lifts me away from the door and still kissing me, walks me across his room, before sitting me on the desk under the window. Taking half a step back from me, he reaches behind his head and grabs a fistful of tee, pulling it off before letting it fall from his hand to the floor.

  Stepping back into me, I spread my legs apart, hoping he’ll step further into them, but he stays far enough away he can work his belt and the zipper of his jeans. They too fall to the floor, and as he kicks off his shoes and socks, I sink to my knees in front of him, reaching up and dragging his tight briefs away from his body. In a move replicating his, I press my face to his groin, the headiness of his masculine scent causing another pulse in my pussy and I feel the resulting wetness trickle between my lips. With my hands on his ass, I move my mouth slowly over his balls, licking and sucking each of them, feeling the skin tighten, drawing up closer to his body. Moving my lips higher, I let my tongue lick up his shaft, pressing against the long thick vein on the underside of his cock, and I hear Jake curse under his breath. Taking one of my hands from his ass, I use it to guide his shiny head into my open mouth and run my tongue around it several times, groaning at the flavor of him. Jake’s hips begin to thrust lazily, and I widen my mouth and flatten my tongue to cover as much of him as I can with his shallow movements. Unable to get enough of his taste and wanting more, I pull back and spear my tongue right into his slit, using little flicks to encourage more of what I want to leak out into my mouth, as my hand twists and jacks along his shaft. Spreading my knees, I wet two of my fingers by running them through my slick folds, circling my clit and back, teasing myself as my mouth teases him. Taking the evidence of what he’s done to me, I swipe my fingers across the head of his cock, immediately sucking him back into my mouth.

  Before I know what is happening, I’m being lifted off my knees, turned around, and using his hand and forearm across my shoulders, I’m now face down on the desk. Jake pulls my hips back with both of his hands and nudges my feet apart with his own. I need him inside me more than I need air and my ass wiggles in impatience, earning a slap across the flesh of one cheek for its behavior. Feeling Jake’s dick against my slippery core I push my hips back hard at the same time he pushes forward and the collision is exquisite.

  Finding our rhythm without any effort, the only sounds in the room are from our hot sensitized flesh joining and our shallow erratic breathing. The push and drag of Jake’s cock is hitting me just right and my clit is bumping into the desk each time my hips push forward. The walls of my pussy are fluttering wildly and I feel as if the orgasm Jake’s building in me is going to tear me apart.

  “I have to see your face,” Jake mutters and pulls out of me without warning, my hips still moving as if looking for him, wanting him back inside me.

  Jake picks me up again and walking three steps to the left, places me on my feet beside the bed as he rips it’s linens open with zero finesse or patience. Before I can even blink, Jake lifts me with him as he lays on his back on the bed. Shifting my legs open across him, he’s encouraging me to straddle him, to take him inside my body by flexing his hips beneath me. It’s his sex that is now the one who’s instinctively trying to find its way back into me.

  Raising my hips slightly, we both use our hands to find the other, joining on a groan and quickly resetting our pace. I lean forward over Jake, my lips panting into his, not so much kissing as sharing breath. The swing of my nipples in his chest hair, along with the swivel of my hips to grind my clit against Jake’s body, has me ready to explode, when Jake takes my face and lifts it to his.

  “Give me your eye’s Cassie, don’t look away,” he pleads, and I am done.

  My orgasm crashes through my body as I feel Jake swell and kick inside me, bathing my walls with his hot seed; while my clenching pussy does it’s best to milk every drop. Through it all neither of us looks away, our gazes holding as tightly as our bodies and it’s the most intimate moment of my life.

  My God, will I ever be the same again.

  Still sprawled on top of Jake’s body, our brains slowly coming back online, his hands are running lazily up and down my back, and my fingers are playing on his chest. Before long I’m aware that I’m feeling our combined cum drip from where we are still joined. The thought of it, of wondering what it looks like makes my walls clench, albeit weakly, but I know Jake feels it on his softening dick by his satisfied grunt.

  “I took you bare,” he husks out.

  “I know.”

  “I liked it, feeling only you, Cassie.”

  “I liked it too, Jake,” I tell him softly.

  Cognizant enough now to realize I’m probably squashing the shit out of him and that I must be making a mess, I make to move off of him, losing his cock from my body before he tightens his hold. Flexing his arms where they’re laying across my back, he both demands and asks what his arms are telling me anyway.

  “No. Stay. Please, Cassie?”

  “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just moving off of you, I have to be squishing you and I should clean up.” I whisper the words into his chest, kissing the skin closest to my mouth.

  “No, you’re not, and I like us dirty,” he says firmly and I suspect I know what this is really about, but he confirms it when he adds, “No running away this time. Sleep.”

  So tight in the warm, strong arms of the most incredible lover I’ve ever known, the first man I’ve allowed take me bare, I do just that. I fall asleep.

  Waking automatically at four am, I don’t even consider getting up to work out. I’ll be lucky if I can walk today as it is. The pleasant burn between my thighs reminds me that Jake had woken me twice through the night. Fucking me senseless the first time, he was intense and demanding. The second time he took me almost lazily, careful and tender, and even though he was still mostly asleep, it was like his body needed to have me anyway. I’d loved it both times.

  “You move out of this bed Cassie and you’ll miss getting my mouth then cock in the shower. A shower I might add, that in this hotel has a clear view of the bathroom mirror.”

  Grumbly and sleepy message delivered, Jake kisses the top of my head and pulls the arm I have laying on the bed between us, hauling me onto him further. My top leg shifts and is resting between his now, while his arm that’s not at my back moves to my ass, palming a handful, and staying there.

  Closing my eyes, I go back to sleep.

  As if I’d give up watching and getting fucked in the shower.

  Chapter 14

  Cassie

  Having returned to my own room to dress and pack, I’m finishing coating my lashes while I make a deal with my reflection. I vow to make my last couple of days with Jake full of captured moments. To create memories at every opportunity, so I’ll have enough to last me a lifetime. I was counting on it.

  Today was a fairly light day, only the fishing competition and the on-bus interview with the blogger PoloTix. It was also our last day on the road. We would be ending our day in ‘Big Sky Country’, and while I’d not let myself think too much about it, part of me wondered being back there, if I’d feel a sense of homecoming. It had been a long time, so I doubted it. Pushing that thought from my mind, I give my outfit one last look before grabbing my bags and heading out the door.

  Wearing distressed and faded jeans, paired with a loose fitting, cropped at the waist boyfriend tee that read ‘cute but psy
cho’; I’d completed my relaxed look with a multiple thin band, rose gold cuff, my peace sign necklace and my Chucks. It was not my idea of fun to wear a skirt, blouse and stilettos to a fishing competition, so I’d mentioned at last night at dinner for everyone to relax the dress code today. The last thing I wanted was for our group to look like a bunch of out-of-touch, uptight D.C. assholes, by wearing full business dress.

  As I walk across the lobby of the hotel and head to the check out desk, I notice Ella naturally has decided to stick with the more formal attire. That woman is the sheriff of the fun police. I give her a smile, and the look on her face tells me she’s considering not returning it, but finally does, though it’s far from genuine. Oh well, what ever. I’ll be out of her world soon enough, and she can smile brightly again. Until that happens though, after last night’s airing of her opinion of my methods, I’m not tiptoeing around her.

  Seeing Jake ahead of me as I walk out to the bus, my eyes are glued to his ass. Also in denim, it’s pert and firm and I want to catch up to him so I can slide my hand into his back pocket and squeeze it. Mentally adding that to the list of things I want to do to him before I leave, I go one step further and take out my phone to send him a message.

  CA: Nice Ass. Remind me to take a bite out of it would you? It looks delicious and for some reason this morning I’m starving.

  Passing my bag to Ray, one of our drivers, I hear my phone beep as I climb the steps up into the coach.

  JR: I know the feeling. I’ve recently had an eyeful of a juicy ass I’m going to eat myself. Must be the day for it.

  Smiling to myself, I put down my phone and get out today’s schedule, checking everything over one last time. I feel but don’t look at Jake sitting down next to me as the bus pulls away from the hotel and the last day of our tour on the road has begun.

  * * *

  “Jake, over here!”

  “Jake, hold it up higher”

  “Jake, give it a kiss!”

  The shouts of the photographers are a cacophony of voices and shutters as they all vie for the best picture of Congressman Reid and his prize-winning fish. Not first prize mind you, but the booby prize for the smallest, legal-sized catch of the competition. The look on Jake’s face is priceless; the same amount of pride on his as the guy who actually did win catch of the day. The event has gone brilliantly, and everyone has had a good time. Jake is the most relaxed I’ve seen him and I can’t help but wonder if it’s because he is now so close to home, or if it was all the orgasms last night. I’m standing off to the side and out of the limelight, my preferred position, when the sun shifts from behind the clouds and hits Jake’s smiling face perfectly.

  Jesus, that’s the money shot.

  No sooner do I have the thought and I hear Doug’s shutter go off. Before leaving the dock I stop to whisper to the main photog for the trip.

  “D-man, send me a copy of that shot when you’re done please? It’s for the Congressman’s file.”

  “Sure thing C-girl,” he replies as he starts packing up his gear.

  That shot is so not for Jake’s file, but will be one of my captured memories, a reminder of our time together long after I’ve returned home.

  Looking at the time, I make my way onto the bus and introduce myself to PoloTix. He’s exactly what you’d expect a nerdy, hipster, social media whiz-kid genius to be, and I like him instantly. His jeans are skinny to the point they look painted on, and his patterned shirt has a collar so wide, if I hadn’t seen it in a store recently, I’d think it was his grandfather’s from the seventies. His face is pierced in several places and his black nail polish is expertly chipped.

  We’re chatting about the tour so far, just general filler things he can use for his blog article, when Jake comes bounding over and plops down on the seat next to me.

  “Prize winning fishermen, bet you’ve not known one of those before have you Cass?” Jake says laughing, and then hold his hand across the table to PoloTix. “Jake Reid, Fishing Champion.”

  Everyone chuckles, and while I had thought I would leave them to do the interview without me hovering, I selfishly decide to stay, drinking in as many moments like this with Jake as I can. As Sean, yes, Sean’s parents didn’t actually name him PoloTix, introduces himself I look up and see Ella scowling at me. I smile back at her and in not entirely a surprise; she looks away without returning it.

  Oh, get over it Ella. I’m on my way out, what more do you want?

  Jake and Sean laugh much of the time they talk, an easy camaraderie built between them, but it doesn’t stop Sean from asking the tough questions nor does Jake shy away from answering them. Occasionally I’m dragged into the conversation, but I try to stay out of it as much as possible. Their views differ on a few topics, and the debate becomes lively, both of them obviously passionate about their opinion. The topics they agree on are discussed just as fervidly and I can’t help but think that this version of Jake, passionate, engaged and insightful is a sight to behold.

  He’s really going to do great things one day…

  Feeling my phone vibrate against my palm, I look down to see a message from Piper.

  PQ: Can you chat? Reb with me, if you’re free we’ll call.

  I haven’t spoken much with my girls during this trip, an occasional message here and there, so given Jake and PoloTix are talking without a need for an intermediary, I decide that a little girl chat could be a good idea.

  CA: Give me five yeah?

  PQ: *thumbs up emoji*

  Waiting for a pause in the conversation to excuse myself takes longer than I anticipated, and I miss Piper’s call. Then get a text from Rebel.

  RW: Bitch, stop riding the congressman and answer your damn phone.

  CA: I’m coming, hold your tits.

  RW: Girl, I always do and it makes me gush. *spouting whale emoji*

  Yeah, I have those kinds of colleagues.

  I chuckle a little causing Jake to pause as he looks to me, “You have thoughts on the U.S. beef trade agreement with––”

  “No, my apologies Congressman Reid, poor timing on my part. However, I do need to return a call, so if you guys wouldn’t mind excusing me?” I say, moving closer to Jake, intimating for him to shift so that I can get out of the booth. He doesn’t, my hip and thigh now firmly pressed against the hard line of his own. “I’ll be back before you wrap up, ok?”

  Jake nods and stands up, offering me his hand to help me stand too, before he damn near full body brushes me as he moves to sit back down. Lord help me, these touches of his are getting much bolder, feel more possessive yet intimate. I wish I could say I found them annoying, but that would be a big fat lie. They make me feel like I’m his, and I’m savoring every last one of them. It occurs to me then that maybe Jake is making memories too.

  Knowing that the bedroom is empty I head there and close the door behind me, settling cross-legged on the mattress before messaging Piper to call again. What feels like seconds later, my phone rings and I swipe to answer.

  “Hey bit––”

  “Hey Cass––”

  “Dude, you totally missed margarita nig––”

  Piper, Rebel and I all speak at once, effectively cutting each other off, and making all three of us giggle.

  “Wow, you two must be bored. Sawyer not keeping you busy?”

  “Veto!” Rebel shouts. “No work talk. Pipes and I are in chill mode. We’ve been surfing, now we’re having a few beers, and then we got to wondering how things were with you. Been quiet dude, even for your workaholic ass. What gives?”

  “It’s been a full-on schedule, even downtime is spent with Jake an––”

  “Jake?” Piper questions.

  “Ha! Told you something was up Pipes!”

  Rebel laughs lasciviously, and I hear Piper hum her agreement.

  “Nothing is up you nutcase, and his name is Jake. Why is tha––”

  “Yeah, but Cass, you’ve been all ‘Congressman Reid this’ and ‘the Congressman that’. Even i
n your messages,” Piper’s says, and her observation has me biting my bottom lip.

  Rebel having guessed that there was something more happening between Jake and I was a coincidence. She thinks any two people left in a room long enough would end up screwing, at least once. So a rolling tin can for two weeks would definitely qualify in her mind. Piper on the other hand was using logic, so I had a choice - lie or own it.

  “Fine, I’ve been fucking Jake Reid,” I admit, and flop backward on the bed, throwing my arm not holding the phone over my eyes.

  “Cass…” Piper says, worry in her tone.

  “Girrrrrl, you’ve been screwing Congressman Drab?! Things must be boring as fuck for you out there in BFE that you gotta go there!” Rebel says over Piper, her horror apparent.

  Piper responds, “Reb, image search Jake Reid and get a clue, K? Cassie? You still there?”

  “Yeah, I’m here, but no lectures ok? And before you go there, Sawyer knows. Jake and I both told her.”

  My emotions about Jake are all ready all over the place, so I don’t need the girls questioning shit or giving me lip about it. I’m dealing. I’m ok with where things are.

  Keep telling yourself that Cassie.

  “Holy exploding ovaries, I think I just came! That’s Congressman Drab?”

  Rebel’s disbelief would be funny if I weren’t so miserable.

  “Yup, that’s him,” Piper says and I mumble, “Yeah.”

  Even though I can’t see the images they’re looking at, I know from Reb’s reaction that she’s looking at the right Jake. My Jake.

  “Christ, I’m moist!”

  “Rebecca! Stop saying moist!” Piper scolds, before making an exaggerated verbal retching sound. “It’s the grossest word. I don’t know why you insist on using it!”

  I suspected it was because we all hated it so much and Rebel lived to torment people.

  “I’m just telling it like it is sister, and that man…drip, drip, moist!”