by Lucia Jordan
Allure: State Of Desire
Published by Lucia Jordan
at Smashwords
Copyright © 2013 Lucia Jordan
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Prologue
It was more than rain – it was a downpour of biblical proportions. Despite running from porch to porch, Jaycie was getting soaked, and standing shivering as she delivered party promises was hardly going to improve their image. She grit her teeth as she regretted lending the car to her fellow canvasser that morning. What was left of her broken umbrella swung from her wrist by its hoop, leaving a red mark as it rubbed against her wet and cold skin. She still had one more house to do.
The door opened and a familiar face swam into view.
“You again!” she smiled through the rain.
“Sorry, were you expecting someone else? I’m checking on the house – the tenants have just left,” a man with messy hair and sharp grey eyes grinned at her. “If you’re canvassing, you can move right on, honey.”
“I was, but I don’t think it’s going to work on you,” she said as she was let into the house. The man handed her a towel and she wrapped it around her head.
“So, are you just hiding from the rain?” he asked. “Or have you come in to give me something?” he held his hand out as if expecting a leaflet.
“How about this?” Jaycie leaned forward and planted an innocent, girlish kiss on his cheek. The mysterious man’s’ head snapped up and he grinned.
“I do feel a little more convinced in your motives,” he said cheekily. “What else have you got?”
“This,” Jaycie pulled him towards her, their teeth clashing and her wet clothes dampening his dry ones. The man’s soft’ hands gently pushed her wet blazer off her shoulders and onto the floor as their mouths worked furiously. Jaycie reached for the man’s t-shirt and pulled it roughly over his head as he unpopped her blouse buttons, then her bra, allowing her ample breasts to swell freely, the ripe pink nipples jutting out, inviting him to bite.
“Oh, god,” she heard him sigh as he buried his face between her breasts, but now she wanted more control. She pushed him backwards and straddled his legs between hers, pulling his jeans down in one swift movement. His erection sprang free and he gasped as the young woman gripped it firmly, feeling the hardness beneath her hand.
She wasted no more time – she knew what she wanted, and how she was going to get it. Pulling her g-string to one side, she wriggled her hips into position and lowered her wet sex onto his cock, swallowing it inside her in one downwards thrust. The man moaned as Jaycie’s internal muscles gripped and stimulated him, and she began to rock her hips, feeling the delicious feeling of the hardness inside her rubbing her g-spot, her wet well and the swell of her clitoris. Jaycie tensed, feeling her pleasure beginning to build as her lover let out a choking noise from beneath her as he gripped hard on her hips, thrusting deep inside her. She was momentarily outraged at her loss of control, and then deeply disappointed as she felt the hot injection from the man’s orgasm crash deep inside her.
They grinned at each other – she loved spending time with this man, but she knew she would never have become so happy with her sexuality without being happy with herself. She had been so lost, and now she was complete. It had been more than a focus on herself, it had been a sexual awakening…
(One Week Earlier…)
Jaycie Thornton ticked the latest house off her list with a flourish. She smiled at the clipboard, relishing the way she was able to quickly convince so many people to switch their votes to her leader in such a short time. Of course, knowing who to ask and how to play them mattered intensely. She could smile and flirt her way into any voter’s heart – and that was where it stopped.
When Jaycie first began canvassing, she had worn the blazer, skirt and blouse required by the party, along with the rosette carefully pinned on so not to draw attention to her bosom. She had been polite, happy and smiling to everyone, and had had as much success as if she had been lying under a rock. It had all changed two months into the mission. And now, with the campaign coming to an end, she couldn’t believe how much she, and her priorities had changed.
She had always been let down by her partners – either sexually or emotionally, and she had longed for a relationship that lasted. Jaycie Thornton’s problem seemed to be that she cared too much – about everything form her work to her lovers. And when she had her heart broken, she took months to recover. Coming out of university, she had made a vow to concentrate on her political career – but something still nagged at her. She knew what it was, and the ache on her heart and around her sex betrayed her feelings only too well. Still, she was strong enough to put her cute smile and confidence to use in her career, instead of her love life.
The next morning, she put on a shorter skirt, unpopped two buttons on her shirt and wore her best push-up bra. The rosette she used to emphasise her cleavage, and her shoes were swapped for the skyscraper stilettos she prided herself of being able to walk in perfectly.
Every door she knocked on, whenever a man answered the door, she found herself being mentally undressed. Married men, young men still at university, silver-fox suited types, all of them she flirted with and let her natural confidence shine through. And though she received plenty of phone numbers, as well as votes, she put them in her pocket and forgot about them. She could charm her way to the top, but she wasn’t about to start being someone’s girlfriend. She had a career and she loved that more than any man. When the scores came back from the internet polls, Jaycie couldn’t help but grin as she was rated the best in her county. She had a secret weapon – a confident desire to be the best.
“Jaycie… Look!” Chloe poked her fellow canvasser in the ribs and pointed at the van that had just passed outside the window of headquarters. On it was a photograph, blown-up and airbrushed, of a man in his thirties. His arms were folded over his expensive suit and he was grinning with self-assured confidence. The man’s name was Nick Louden and he was the leader of the Old Party – Jaycie and her colleagues’ main rival. Whilst they strove to get their leader, Penny Jackson, into office, the Old Party had been holding seats comfortably in the town for decades. Jaycie scowled at the too-good-looking man’s photograph as it drove past.
“Gross,” she snorted.
“I know,” Chloe rolled her eyes as she picked up some mock ballot sheets. “He’s been on T.V., trying to get people to sign up to this new voting system and I didn’t understand a word he said.”
“Mm,” Jaycie privately thought that was maybe due to Chloe’s intellect than Louden’s poor explanation of the system. “He’ll get all of the housewives voting for him, though. He always does.”
“You can’t vote for looks alone,” Chloe gasped as though such a thing was unheard of.
“Well people can and do,” Jaycie pointed out. “Time we started making them do the same, I say.”
Chloe pulled a face. “I don’t think all the airbrushing in the world is going to make Penny attractive to the housewives of the county.”
“I wasn’t thinking of… Oh, never mind,” Jaycie didn’t feel like explaining any longer. It was h
ard work thinking of politics anyway, and her new-found ideals of concentrating on her career only was making her gaining voters so successful she didn’t want anyone to distract her with talk of men or relationships. She pushed the memory of the encounter with the man in his house to the back of her mind. She resolved to be selfish.
The afternoon went by slower than she would have liked. Many people were at work and the doors were answered mostly by women – some seemed mildly interested in electing a female politician, but more seemed eager to chat about the various merits of Nick Louden. Jaycie always quickly changed the subject, left her leaflets, but was forced to place a cross next to that address. There was no promise of a vote that day, and she was beginning to wonder if her luck was running out.
It was almost her final house call, and Jaycie straightened her skirt and fluffed out her hair after slicking on some more lipstick. She looked the part, but if she didn’t get a result today, she would be heading home to drown her sorrows in wine and chocolate. She sat in her run-down car waiting for the time she knew businessmen would be arriving home before she set off to the last street of the day.
Bluebell Close was a suburban paradise – every home had a sports car tucked away in the ample garage, and every garden had an Olympic-size swimming pool. Usually, the New Party did not bother canvassing streets in this area, but Jaycie was feeling brave, and pulled into the road nearby. She planned to walk the rest of the way – no way was she going to let the residents of Bluebell Close see her awful paintjob, dents and replacement bumpers.
The first two homes were empty – lit up from the inside by lights on timers, and not even a maid to answer the door. Jaycie cursed internally as she headed to the third. Small, mushroom-like lamps lit the way up the sweeping driveway, and she couldn’t help but admire the tiny trees planted in the island in the lawn. She wondered if this person would be willing to make a donation to the party, and rang the smart-looking bell confidently.
“Coming,” came a call from inside. A man. That was good. If nothing else, she was determined to get out of the cold for a while. She put on a winning smile – she loved the way she could make them fancy her without her giving in to a relationship. She was a strong, confident woman who knew what she wanted… wasn’t she?
“Hello…” a man with greying brown hair and a fading tan answered the door. He wore heavy black spectacle frames and his clothes were rumpled as though they had sat in the laundry basket too long before being taken out. Clearly, this was a man who lived by himself.
“Hi,” she smiled. “I’m Jaycie Thornton from the New Party – can I have a few minutes of your time, sir?” she felt awkward talking to someone who seemed so shy. She had worked hard on her confidence and expected someone who lived in a mansion to be much the same. Maybe he lived alone and was simply lonely. Jaycie tried not to compare the feeling to herself. Was she lonely? To distract herself she smiled wider at the untidy man. The man’s eyebrows shot up into his uncombed hair.
“Um, well, I’m not really into…” he stuttered, eyes on the cleavage before him.
“Oh, come on, just a little minute? For me?” she wheedled. She saw defeat in the man’s eyes before he relented. His shyness was adorable. He would make a nice boyfriend, she thought. She hastily pushed the thought out of her mind.
“Ok, just, er, follow me,” he said, closing the door behind her. They went down the wide, oak-panelled hallway into a large lounge. It was very well kept, almost unlived in, and Jaycie sat herself on the edge of one of the expensive looking couches.
“So, what can you tell me?” the man said, pushing his glasses further up his nose. Jaycie noticed he hadn’t shaved since the night before, and had a sweet salt-and-pepper beard growing through. She wanted to stroke it with the back of her hand.
“Well, the New Party is offering – ”
“No, no, what can you tell me?” He looked over his glasses at her. “You seem like a smart girl, why are you out canvassing? You should be doing the accounts in the office or something.”
“It’s the best way to meet voters,” she smiled. “Do you vote?”
“I haven’t for the longest time,” he admitted. “Can you convince me?”
“I can try,” she leaned towards him as she searched in her bag – time to break out the new business cards and personalise the pitch.
“You look like you’re really into this,” he said, taking a card. “Are you a politician?”
“I hope to be, one day,” she smiled. “I’m working my way up!”
“So you’re a career girl,” he mused, putting the card on the table. “Boyfriend?”
Jaycie laughed awkwardly. “I don’t have time for a boyfriend,” she said, keeping her voice steady. “It’s not my scene right now,” she couldn’t hold back a sigh. Why was she telling this to this man? She felt safe in this house, and gently put a hand on his knee.
“What’s this?” The man looked down at the small pale hand on his jeans. “New political tactics?”
“Not really,” Jaycie shrugged. “More like a personal agenda… I think you’re nice,” she hated how lame she sounded. “Sorry, I shouldn’t offload on you.”
“You’re not,” he said gently. “You seem like you’ve been waiting to say this for a while. Are you alone? Can you talk to your friends?”
“They wouldn’t understand,” Jaycie smiled sadly. “They’re career women, too… Men are meant to be like a hobby, not someone to keep.”
“Are you someone who keeps men for a hobby?” the man asked.
Jaycie was too grown up to be goaded into a response. She got to her feet and held out her hand to shake. “I see there’s nothing for me here. Thanks for your time,” she said.
The man stood and took her hand, pulling her towards him. “I wouldn’t say there’s nothing here for you,” he said.
Jaycie felt her skin flush in response to his closeness. She was compelled to walk away, but something about the man’s deep grey eyes made her want to stay, if only for the joy of a brief encounter. Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and planted her mouth on his.
They pressed themselves against each other as though each was trying to force the other back. Jaycie felt her firm breasts squashing up against him and a firmness much lower down pressing against her as their mouths tangled with one another.
There was frenzy to the way they began to pull each other’s clothes off. Jaycie heard a rip as her jacket was flung to the ground, and she yanked so hard on the man’s t-shirt that his glasses came up, too. He hastily put them back on before expertly pinging open her bra and releasing her breasts.
The cold air of the large house swished over her skin and Jaycie saw her nipples tense and rise in response. Her areolas were pink and swollen, begging to be touched; to be sucked.
She looked her partner in the eye before he dipped his greying head down, taking a ripe nipple into his mouth, and sucking on it until it peaked. Jaycie felt the sensations of joy; electricity and the forbidden-fruit feeling of fucking in a stranger’s front room run over her body, from her breasts to her brain and over her skin.
Jaycie shivered as the man’s hand s began tracing circles over her buttocks and down her legs, before moving under her skirt and up towards her crotch. She could feel her own wetness beginning already and gasped delightedly as his fingers brushed over the damp cotton.
“You’re ready,” he said huskily, taking his mouth off her breast and whispering in her ear. The woman felt shivers of excitement snake down her back. “I could take you right now.”
“Then do it,” she replied, feeling his fingers continue to brush lightly over her sex.
“No,” he said gently. “This is something we both need to enjoy,” he smiled and picked her up in his arms. “Now, somewhere more scenic,” he said, carrying her through the hallway and up the impressive oak staircase. Jaycie held onto his neck, and bit her lip as he kicked open a bedroom door, revealing a stark-white interior and the largest bed she had ever seen.
He carried her over to it, and dropped her unceremonially into the centre of it. She bounced on the soft duvet and sat up on her elbows.
“What’s your name?” she asked bluntly. The man turned and pulled his belt out of the loops.
“Nicholas,” he said. “But my friends call me Nick.”
“Well, Nicholas, I’m pleased to meet you,” she said, parting her legs to allow him a flash of white. She noticed him bite his lower lip and run a hand through his greying hair. He didn’t seem like the type to own a large house.
Without further conversation, Nicholas pushed his trousers and boxers down in one movement, and Jaycie eased her hips out of her skirt. The man climbed on the bed, between the woman’s legs and looked down at her as though he could barely contain himself. Jaycie let her eyes drop to view his cock and grinned as she saw he was well above average in size, and had a tiny glisten at the end of his glans – he was already aching for her – she just hoped he wouldn’t be another disappointment, in any sense. This was one night only – an awakening, to satisfy her heartache, and then she would walk away.
Nicholas ran his hands over Jaycie’s thighs, letting her feel the strength of his arms and fingers, working his way up, with smooth massaging motions, over her stomach and up to her breasts, which rose and fell with her deep breaths. He pinched her nipples and made her giggle as the sweet tingling sensation ran over her flesh. Dipping his head, he kissed each one lightly before sucking again, this time drawing his teeth ever so gently over the raised, red flesh. Jaycie felt the heat rising in her body, and how her sex responded to the pleasure in her breasts – already, this was lasting longer than a simple conquest-fuck. It was in danger of turning into something special.
Keeping his deep kisses on her neck and breasts, Nicholas’ hand trailed down to Jaycie’s stomach and then lower towards her sex. She flinched as his gentle fingers brushed over her strawberry blonde pubic hair. She helped him gain access by parting her legs a little – just enough for his fingertips to stroke over her labia and her already-swelling clitoris. She raised her head to look her lover in the eye, and he responded with a deep kiss on the mouth, his tongue exploring hers, before he shifted down the bed to get down to what he meant to do.