“Found it outside, near the dumpster. I guess somebody was getting rid of it, but all it needs is a good sanding and a lick of paint.”
“Mmm…” All she had to hear was “lick” and her mind went off other places. “So who won the bet?”
“I guess it was a tie.”
“What’s the tie-breaker?”
Steve seemed to be breathing the same way she was: gasping, shallow breaths, struggling against arousal, and failing. He stood at the side of her bed. She stood at the foot. City lights ignited the bedroom, which had seemed so dark until now. She just stared at him, and he stared back, and she knew what she wanted, but not how to ask for it.
“I should go,” he said.
“No!” Bindi pressed both hands against his chest. His T-shirt felt damp as she tore at it with her fingers. She felt like an animal, like she could claw that cotton down to nothing. “Please stay.”
She gazed up at him, and he looked down at her, and suddenly his mouth was on hers. He gripped her so hard she could barely breathe as he kissed her. God, she’d never been kissed like this before. She was stunned—seriously stunned. She felt like a bit of an idiot, because she wasn’t moving, wasn’t reacting. He kissed her, and she let him.
Somehow, her back met the mattress. It had sheets on. Steve must have done that, and her heart got a little mushy as she pictured the big strong fireman making the bed. But there was a hardness about this man, too. He reached for her belt and untied it swiftly, tearing her robe wide open.
She lay there, naked for him, her clean skin exposed for his eyes only. The city lights painted streaks across her bare flesh, but no one else could see. Only Steve. And his shoulders heaved as he gazed down at her, like a lion ready to pounce.
When he tore out of his shirt and dropped his pants, Bindi stared unapologetically at his naked, hard cock. She reached for it without thinking, but Steve grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed.
Bindi shrieked. For the first time since she’d let this near-stranger into her apartment, she wondered if she was safe with him. His eyes blazed. His erection pulsed. He was going to fuck her like this, with her legs hanging half off the bed. He was just going to plunge that dick inside her snatch and have at her, no remorse.
Her heart raced. She felt it in her clit and in her throat. Her veins sizzled. She wanted him so badly. God, she’d do anything…
“What’s this?” Steve asked, reaching for the box that had fallen out of her pocket. He picked it up and laughed. “Oh, so you were expecting to get naked, were you?”
Bindi held her wrists against the mattress, even though he’d stop pinning her down. Could he see the heat in her cheeks? She felt embarrassed, but also pleased. He knew what she wanted. She wanted him.
Opening one of the condom packets, Steve slid the latex slowly down his shaft. Did that ever look good! His cock seemed to pulse through the sheath—it was like fetish wear for the penis, a latex glove with no fingers. His arousal made her sweat.
Sliding his girth inside her wet slit, Steve ran his hot palms up Bindi’s belly like he was about to start kneading dough. But he didn’t stop at her stomach. As he plunged balls-deep into her ready cunt, he found her tits and squeezed. The squeeze became a growl, and suddenly his arms were circling her, lifting her off the bed while his mouth met her breast.
He sucked her nipples, making her scream as he held her aloft. How was he doing this? How incredibly strong would a man have to be to keep her up and suckle her with his cock planted firmly in her cunt?
Bindi was so turned on she barely had the strength to raise her head. “Oh my gaaawd!”
Her clit pulsed between their bodies every time he sucked her breast. She tried to grind against his pubic hair, but with both legs in the air, she couldn’t get traction. Every time she squirmed, Steve grunted, adjusting his position, trying to keep a firm hold on her.
“Hold still.” He growled around her nipple.
“No.” Bindi could play the brat. “I wanna get off.”
“I’ll get you off,” he said, like that was some kind of threat. “Just hold still.”
“No.”
She kept squirming in his arms, like a slippery fish, until he growled, “Enough!”
Whipping around, Steve pinned her against the wall, cupping her butt cheeks with both hands. He’d spun her fast enough to make her dizzy, and it was the type of dizziness she could feel between her legs. Her pussy pulsed around Steve’s throbbing dick, grabbing, hugging, holding tight. She didn’t want to lose him.
When Steve fucked her against the wall, Bindi felt his heavy thrusts in her spine. Her body was slammed, jammed against two layers of hardness: the wall against her back, and the plane of Steve’s chest against her front. His tongue found her neck, and she melted. If she’d imagine him licking her like this the moment they met, would she have wanted it?
Oh, what difference did it make? She wanted him now. That’s all that mattered.
“Grab my neck,” he told her. “Just one hand.”
She swung her arm around his shoulders and held on tight. One of his hands rode her side, finding her free wrist and raising it above her head. Pressing her up against the wall, he rammed her like a beast. When did this sweet older guy become a frothy, fiendish, foaming-at-the-mouth animal? He pounded her so hard she couldn’t even scream. Her body must have gone into shock or something. Every muscle clenched. She could feel the hot ridges of his cock every time her pussy milked him. They were melding together, into one incredible form.
They were so close his pelvis stroked her clit with every thrust. “Yes,” she said, in a hiss. She felt positively serpentine with her legs wrapped around his body. “Yesss…”
His mouth found hers one more time. When his tongue took control of hers, she wondered just who made the better snake. They battled each other. She tried to take the reins, but he just wouldn’t allow it. Oh, the dramas that played out in two people’s mouths! Like it wasn’t enough just to be connected between the legs. They had to force more of themselves into one another.
What was it about attraction that made people want to dive inside each other’s bodies?
“Mmm!” Steve moaned explosively in Bindi’s mouth, and the vibration rippled through her body. He kissed her harder. She knew he was right on the brink, and sensing his orgasm brought hers to the fore. Bearing down on his cock, she whined as he thrust. Her pussy hugged him in quick pulses, like her muscles were no longer under her control.
“Yes!” she cried in his mouth. “Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!”
Could he tell she was coming as he jammed her body against the bedroom wall? He fucked her with such force her shoulders hit the hardness of the drywall. Peeling paint stuck to her skin as Steve pummelled her pussy.
“Yes!” Arching away from his mouth, she screamed his name for all the neighbours to hear. “Oh Steve, you’re making me come.”
“Good,” he growled, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
His stubble made her squeal, but his kisses were a kind of magic. She melted down the wall like milk chocolate. Steve came with her, maintaining their connection as they collapsed into a heaving, panting mess on the floor.
Bindi lay on his chest as it rose and fell, lulling her toward a frenzied, reluctant sleep. She wanted to get on the bed, but she couldn’t move. When Steve kissed the top of her head, she asked, “Lift me up?”
He chuckled, making her body bounce against his front. “You think I’ve got the strength for that?”
“Yes.” Her lips were too tired even to smile, but she was sure he knew how happy she felt. “If you could hold me up for all that, you can lift me into bed.”
“Okay, then.” With an exaggerated grunt, Steve lifted their weary bodies up and tucked Bindi under the top sheet. “I guess you were right.”
“You shouldn’t have doubted me,” she teased. But Bindi’s heart dropped when, instead of joining her, Steve walked around the bed. “Oh. You’re leaving? Okay. That’s okay.�
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The city lights streaked his naked body as he considered her, seeming puzzled. “Leaving? No, I’m just turning on the fan.”
A wave of relief crossed her skin as Steve joined her in bed. “Good. I’m glad.”
“I hope this isn’t too forward of me,” Steve said while she tossed an arm across his hot chest. “But I’m not working tomorrow. I’ve got a pretty good eye, if you’d like some company for your furniture shopping.”
Bindi clung to him, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt. Kissing his slick chest, she said, “Sounds good.”
The End
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RUNNING MATE
Copyright© 2013
Jeremy Hosack
Chapter One
“Since Friday, Senator Crosby has gained seven points in the polls to come within four of the favorite, Texas Senator Jim Tree. Our woman in the field, Brittany Stabler, has more. Brittany…”
“Aw, Clark, she’s so hot,” my brother Jake pointed out to me as we watched the news from my couch.
I rolled my eyes, as I so often do with him, but he didn’t notice…as he so often doesn’t.
“Thanks, Ron. Friday afternoon, the story broke about Senator Crosby splitting up with his fiancée, Melanie Rosen. Several videos, assumed to be taken with cell phones, were posted online late Thursday evening of Ms. Rosen at a club without the Senator, participating in…lewd behavior with several other men. Ms. Rosen has since publicly apologized, claiming the videos were not her or she must have been drugged. Not surprisingly, this was the last straw for Senator Crosby. The big shock in all this is the reaction of those being polled, with the Senator’s numbers taking a massive jump and making him a sudden contender to actually defeat the youngest branch of the famous ‘Family Tree’, Jim Tree. Senator Tree has been the odds on favorite ever since he announced his candidacy at the Republican National Convention nearly two years ago. With his father George and grandfather George senior already holding the same office, Jim’s announcement was expected, and it has been assumed until the last few days that he was a shoo-in to be the next leader of our nation. Now though, with Crosby’s recent break up and spike in popularity, we have the potential to elect a single President for the first time in our country’s great history.”
“That’s so stupid!” I had to blurt out. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. He graduated top of his class from Harvard and might actually be the first President who knows what he’s talking about, but did you know he’s single?” I said mockingly.
“Shh!” Jake quieted me down. “The babe is still talking. Be respectful.”
“With just a couple weeks until the election, the rumors of Senator Crosby’s sexuality have really ramped up, Ron. The unofficial word out of Senator Tree’s camp is that Crosby has quote ‘shaved his beard’, beard being a slang term for a woman dating a man to hide his homosexuality. It’s been said since the beginning of the campaign that Ms. Rosen came out of nowhere to become Senator Crosby’s fiancée, that it was all a show to offset his strong support of gay rights…”
I clicked off the TV and threw the remote down on the coffee table, the batteries bursting free. “Now that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! That’s bullshit! We’d been dating since before I ran for any office at all!” I hollered, defending my sexual honor. I looked around my office at all the pictures of me and Melanie that I had yet to take down, realizing just how big of a mistake being with her really was.
“Bro, I told you she was nothing but trouble.” Jake chimed in. “She’s a whore, dude. Always has been… Even when I dated her,” Jake added on with a whisper.
“You what?” I asked. “That’s how you knew her before you introduced us?” I practically screamed. “You dated her first?” I was beside myself…
“Actually, we never really dated,” Jake said with an embarrassed look on his face. “She cheated on her boyfriend with me when I met her at a bar one night.” Jake gave me an apologetic look.
“You banged her and passed her to me?” I shouted my question, because I just couldn’t believe it. Why, I didn’t know though. Jake never thought before he acted. “And you wonder why I didn’t want you as my vice president…”
“Clark, look on the bright side. You’re really in the running now to take this thing,” Jake told me, trying to smooth things over. “I’m sorry about how we got here, but you two were happy in the beginning. I didn’t even have a chance to stop you.” He continued to plead his case. “I know this has been a long time coming, but I bet you’re glad now that you didn’t wait until after the election to do this.” Jake stood up and turned on the TV the old fashioned way. “Look, man, you’re getting closer every day. Screw her and screw me, but soon you will literally be able to screw any chick you want.” With his eyes glued to the female reporter, he took a step back and almost fell through my coffee table. He turned back to me with a smile. “Like the hot chick said, you could be the first single President. Talk about a babe magnet.” As the poll numbers flashed on the screen again, Jake paused the television and pointed.
I stared at the standings, taking in everything Jake had just said and done. “You’re right. This could be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I will no longer have a woman to distract me. I mean, look at you,” I said with my hand out, displaying him. “You can’t even watch TV without a girl causing you to trip over yourself.” I continued through Jake’s look of mock innocence. “I’m going to make the push, win this thing, and focus solely on fixing this country,” I said with more conviction in my voice than I probably ever had in any of my campaign speeches.
Jake put his head in his hands. “Dude… What is wrong with you? I don’t get you sometimes. Every prez needs a running mate, bro,” Jake said, placing great emphasis on the word mate.
Chapter Two
“You’re fired,” I told my campaign manager, Tom Thompson. “I finally got around to really looking at those videos online.” I shook my head. “You were really just going to stay on my payroll and keep running my campaign in hopes I never realized you were fucking my fiancée! Get out of here,” I said, giving him the only remaining words I had left for him.
“And get a new name,” Jake said as he opened the door to my office at campaign headquarters. He walked in, grinning at me.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, a little annoyed.
“Nothing,” Jake said seriously. He came over to my desk and sat down in front of me. “So,” he started, “do I get to be the new campaign manager?”
“You’re kidding me, right?” I asked, though I really hadn’t thought past the impulsive firing I just did. I’d just watched the video that everyone kept telling me I had to see.
“You need a new campaign manager,” Jake insisted. “Who better than me?”
“I could walk out into the mass of interns out there and pick someone better,” I said harshly, as I pointed out my door. “I need a clean slate,” I said as I got up and walked toward the door. I turned to Jake to add the last dagger of my tirade. “Your advice cost me a lot of time in my…” Before I could finish my sentence, my elbow hit something. I turned around to see an intern slightly smaller than my 5’11 stature. She was wearing a white top with a black skirt. I finally noticed her blonde hair while she was hunched over holding her eye.
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And he hit me in the eye. I probably deserved it.
“I’m so sorry,” he said after an inordinately long pause.
“I just wanted to ask you about these documents,” I said as I released my eye and looked up at the big guy. I’d never actually met him or been this up close and personal. “When I tried to give these to Mr. Thompson, he yelled at me to leave him alone and said to give them to you. Then he just barged out of the building,” I said, a little offended.
As I waited for his response, I took notice of his face, seemingly covered in stress. His blue eyes were strained in the corners. There were lines by his mouth that showed he�
��d been frowning recently…a lot. Still, through all the wear and tear of the campaign, he was a rather handsome man. Being the youngest presidential candidate ever didn’t hurt him either. He wasn’t old, stuffy, and gray like so many before him. He could only have been a handful of years older than me.
“Oh. Sorry,” he apologized. “That’s my fault, I guess. I just let Tom go,” he said with a bit of regret written on his face.
“Dude!” shouted an oddly casually dressed man in the chair in front of Senator Crosby’s mahogany desk. “You gave her a black eye!”
“Go get some ice!” the Senator yelled at the odd man in jeans sporting shaggy brown hair and long sideburns.
The Senator guided me over to the chair the man vacated. “Sit here. I’ll take those,” Senator Crosby said as he sat me down and grabbed the papers I was carrying.
“It’s okay, Senator. I’m fine,” I assured him.
“It’s not fine,” he quickly came back. “And call me Clark. We’re obviously past pleasantries at this point,” he said with a grimace. He ran a hand through his short brown hair in frustration. He must’ve realized I took notice of his demeanor, because he then plastered a forced smile on his face.
“I’m Heather,” I said, holding out my hand tentatively to shake the democratic presidential nominee’s. My hand was met with a cold, wet feeling. Shaggy deposited an icy washrag into my hand.
“Here ya go, Heather,” the man said with a cheesy smile. “You’re hot,” he added.
“Get out of here, Jake,” the Senator…I mean Clark ordered the man. Clark turned his attention toward me. “Sorry. My brother,” he said with a roll of his eyes, “is a little…” He stretched the word on for quite a while. “Well, he’s a bit of a douche bag,” he blurted out with a laugh.
I had to laugh at witnessing the interactions of a presidential nominee and his brother. It made him see much more down to earth than I realized when I signed on for all this…campaign mess.
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