by Ellie Wild
He cupped the back of my neck and drew me even closer. Our bodies met as one, softness against his rigidness—like we were made for each other.
“Yes. If I can’t have you, no one will.”
His lips were on mine before I could even respond. The heat filled my whole being, and all reason was cast aside as I returned his ardent kiss. I pressed against his erection, feeling a deep need inside of me for him. He moaned into my mouth, pushing me backward until I hit into the armchair and lost my balance, falling right into it.
I was about to get up, but he didn’t let me, holding me in place as he went to his knees in between my legs. My pulse sped up, and I began panting. His eyes were eating me alive, his hands traveling to my zipper.
“Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you’re crazy about me.”
“I’m crazy about you, Colt. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you to fuck me right now.”
His smirk was huge. “You have no idea how much I fantasized about you saying those words to me.” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, exposing my sexy undies. “You’re so beautiful.” He caressed my mound over the thin material, creating a burning need in me that was begging to be satiated. “You’re perfect. I can’t stop thinking about you or your sweet pussy.”
His fingers stroked me slowly, and my pussy grew hotter. I could already feel my panties becoming wetter, and he groaned loudly when he felt it too. He moved his fingers over the damp material, sliding up and down tantalizingly slowly, and I was panting hard.
“Colt... Ah...” I bucked my hips and pushed my mound into his hand, needing him to deepen the touch.
He seemed content with prolonging my pleasure, since he continued to touch me over my undies with no intention to speed up his pace. He brought his other hand to my thigh to keep me in place when I started squirming, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re so sexy. My cock aches for you. It misses your tight pussy.”
“Colt!” I cried out and moved my hips forward, trying to get him to give me the touch I was desperate for.
He moved my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my swollen folds, finally giving me what I wanted. I moaned and grabbed the arm rests, all of a sudden feeling restless. He was rubbing my clitoris fast and then slow, and it drove me wild. I had to press my hand against my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out loudly.
“You’re so wet. Perfect.”
He plunged two fingers inside of me, pushing them fully inside, and I bit into my lip when the ecstatic sensation exploded in me. His other hand covered my breast over my blouse and played with my nipple, doubling the pleasure I felt.
“Yes, Natalie. Come for me, baby. I need you to cover my fingers with your delicious juices.”
My head rolled backward and I closed my eyes, burning under the intensity of his fingers ripping through my wet walls. I was so close, and each part of me shuddered in the sweet torture of his fingers. His other hand cupped my mound, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit fast as his fingers fucked me rough and deep, and the muffled scream left my lips when I orgasmed with the intensity that shattered me.
He pulled his pants and underwear down and switched places with me. He brought me to his lap and said, “Ride me, baby. Ride me like you own this big cock. I’m all yours.”
My pussy was on fire, dripping wet after the amazing orgasm he’d given me, but when I sat down on his huge length, I was completely overwhelmed with the unbearable pleasure, the sensitivity of my mound after my climax enhancing the sensations.
“You feel so good inside of me, Colt. I need this.”
I rode him fast, gripping his shoulders as I bounced up and down on him. Our lips met, and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, meeting mine with urgency that ruled us both. I completely forgot that we were in a public place, driven by desire that was stronger than anything I’d felt in my life. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, increasing my speed, and relished in the hardness of his sexy cock.
His hands were holding my ass tight, guiding me as he brought his hips up to meet my pussy, and it brought me a sizzling sensation that threatened to erupt into a new orgasm soon. His low moans made me wetter—the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard—and I was barely able to contain my own. I was sure that if I was to let myself cry out, everyone outside would hear us.
“What are you doing to me?” His eyes bore into mine, reaching the depths hidden within me, and he stole more of my heart.
I smashed my lips against his, shuddering when another orgasmic wave washed over me, and moaned loudly into his mouth. I convulsed several times, arching my back when the pleasure became almost unbearable.
“Damn. Your pussy feels amazing around my cock when you come. I need you to come again,” his voice wasn’t his as he penetrated deeper into me, sending another rush of delirious sensation through me.
I spasmed around his rock-hard dick and clamped my hand against my mouth, already orgasming again. This time it was stronger since he didn’t stop pounding into me, moving me on him faster than before, and my whole body felt weightless under such overwhelming pleasure.
“Yes. That’s my girl.”
He stood up and pulled me to the carpet, pushing me to my fours. He was right behind me, plunging inside of me again, and this position brought me a whole different pleasure. Our bodies hit against each other in the quiet space of the library room, our ragged breaths mixing together in hurry and hunger that couldn’t be easily satiated.
“You’re mine, Natalie. Only mine. I don’t want you near other men. I want to own this sweet pussy. I just can’t help but want you again and again.”
I could barely form a sentence from the intensity of our sex, clenching around him once more when I came again, and it was so powerful that I was a second away from collapsing to the floor. Luckily, his arm snaked around my waist and held me in place, pulling me closer to him as he continued his ruthless tempo.
“I’m only yours, Colt.”
He growled and flipped me around, pushing me to my back as he held my legs upward in the air. His cock thrust deep inside, pounding into me like he was going to rip me into two, and it was too much. I was completely wet and swollen. Just when the scream left my lips, he clamped his hand over my mouth to silence me, driving into me a few more times before he finally let go.
His lips latched onto mine in a maddening kiss, while he ejaculated his load in continuous waves that made his cock twitch, which felt amazing against my sensitive insides. I hugged him and closed my eyes, enjoying out afterglow in silence.
He brought himself to his elbows, caging me in with his strong arms, and looked at me so passionately that he stole my breath away. For a several moments we were just looking at each other, drinking in the unusual feelings that were connecting us together.
“You’re beautiful, Natalie,” he told me suddenly, his unblinking gaze making my heart flutter uncontrollably.
I smiled and traced his lips with my fingers. They were so soft and plump. “Just like you, Colt. You make my heart act in ways I never expected.”
He laughed and left another kiss on my lips, pulling out of me. My pussy protested, wanting more of him despite everything that had just transpired in here. I couldn’t believe we actually did it here!
“What if somebody heard us?” I asked, suddenly worried that anyone could be onto us.
He got to his feet and helped me get up. He shrugged his shoulders. “Who cares? You know, I would do it again, but I think you should get back to studying now.”
He winked at me and left me gaping after him, crazy for him more than ever.
CHAPTER 12
Natalie
The rich aroma of coffee woke me the following morning. I lied in bed, feeling more relaxed and refreshed than I had in a long time. Finally, I had gotten a decent night’s sleep.
I rolled over. The other side of the bed was cold, letting me know that Colt must have gotten up quite some time ago. We had fallen asleep holding each other, so I
wondered how he had managed to get out of bed without me noticing. I supposed it didn’t matter though.
I smiled to myself, thinking about the incredible night we had shared.
We had very nearly gotten caught in the library, an unsuspecting visitor coming dangerously close to the room we’d been occupying. Giggling uncontrollably like a couple of teenagers sneaking around behind our parents’ backs, we quickly dressed and left out of the library, heading back to the safehouse to pick up from where we left off. Much like our experience back in Turkey, we had hardly been able to make it through the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off again.
We spent the rest of the day, blissfully giving in to the urges we’d been holding back for entirely too long.
Then we ordered takeout for dinner, cuddled and watched a movie, and went to bed, resuming another round of love-making before collapsing in each other’s arms.
In those moments, I felt happiness unlike anything I had ever felt in such a long time.
Unlike anything I’d felt since my college years with Joey.
It was obvious that what I felt for Colt ran deeper than what I’d felt for Joey though. I halfway thought I was being ridiculous for falling for a handsome face so quickly, but there simply was no denying how I felt, just like Colt could no longer control what he felt.
“So what are we going to do now?” I had asked before we fell asleep.
“What do you mean?”
“We were supposed to be keeping things professional, but it doesn’t seem like that’s possible anymore.”
“The only thing that’s not possible is me staying away from you,” he had responded, running his fingers through a lock of my hair as we stared into each other’s eyes. “So whatever obstacles come our way, we’re just going to have to figure it out.”
A warm and tingly sensation went through me because finally, we were being honest with one another. It felt good to have that barrier officially broken.
Thinking about our previous night, I rolled out of bed, tossed on a nightgown, and ventured to the kitchen, where I came to an abrupt halt. My heart leapt into my throat, and I tried to jump out of view, thinking fast about what I could do to defend myself. But I hadn’t reacted quickly enough, and the intruder spotted me anyway.
“Good morning.”
“W-Who are you? How did you get in here?” I stammered, my heart pounding a mile a minute. “Where’s Colt? COLT! HELP!”
“Hey, hey, hey now,” the man said, holding his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. Colt’s not here. I’m filling in for him.”
I stared, speechless and unable to comprehend what I was hearing. The stranger in the kitchen was an older man. He had a head full of white hair, beady gray eyes, and a stocky but muscular frame. “What do you mean you’re filling in for him?” I asked.
“I mean exactly that. I’ve been put on duty as your personal guard. You’re Speaker Finley’s daughter, right?”
I nodded. “Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?”
“Beats me,” the man said. “I guess it was too last-minute. I was contacted first thing this morning and told to come out here immediately. You want some coffee? I picked up some donuts.”
I shook my head. “But where’s Colt?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
I stared at the man, getting a distinct feeling that he was lying to me. “Yes you do.”
I wrapped my arms around myself, remembering that I was wearing a rather flimsy nightgown. But the man hardly seemed to notice, or perhaps just didn’t care. He looked old enough to be my father.
“I’m sorry, honey. I can’t tell you that.”
“You can’t tell me where Colt is?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“It’s just not my place. Now, what’s on the agenda for the day? I’ve been instructed to take you wherever you need to go. I hear you’re studying for something?”
I nodded. “Yeah…Uhm. Give me a minute to get ready. I need to go to the library.”
I ran to my bedroom, but not without checking the guest bedroom first, just to confirm that Colt truly wasn’t there. I looked around, noticing that his clothes and belongings were absent. A knot formed in my stomach as I left his room and headed for the bathroom. His toothbrush and shaving cream were gone too.
He was gone, and from the looks of it, it didn’t seem temporary.
I quickly showered and dressed, trying not to panic.
There has to be a logical explanation for this, I told myself. Colt didn’t leave me. Whatever this is about, it’s temporary. No need to panic…
Back in my bedroom, I retrieved my cell phone and swore.
How ridiculous was it that I didn’t even have Colt’s number?
Disregarding the fact that my father wanted to keep limited contact with me for the time being, I dialed his number, needing to know if he was aware of this current situation. Yet, when the phone continued to ring and he did not answer, it occurred to me that he was probably busy with meetings. At the sound of the beep, I left him a voice-message, trying my best to disguise the alarm in my voice.
“Hi Dad. I’m sorry to bother you, but…I just wanted to know if you knew that Colt was gone and someone else is here, claiming that they are filling in for him? Can you…Can you give me a call back? Thanks. I love you.”
I ended the call. Sitting at the edge of my bed, I closed my eyes for a moment and took several deep breaths, letting oxygen fill my lungs, and then exhaling slowly, trying to get my heart-rate back down to normal. Yet, the way my stomach continued to squirm when I returned to the living room to the man who was not Colt, I knew it was going to take more than a couple deep breaths to keep my panic at bay.
In the living room, the man was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, whistling to himself, and flipping through the pages of what looked like some sort of scientific magazine.
I cleared my throat to announce my presence. “And what is your name again, sir?” I asked once he looked up from his magazine toward me.
“Call me Jones,” he said with a smile.
“Jones—my father is aware that you are here, right?”
“Yes, ma’am. He’s been alerted.”
“And he’s okay with it?”
“I would presume so. Have you spoken with him?”
“I just tried calling him, but I think he must have meetings all morning.”
“I see. Yes, the Speaker is a busy man. I wish him all the best though. I think he’d make a fine Vice President. You should be very proud of your dad.”
I forced a smile. “Thank you.”
“So, are you ready to go?”
“Yes. To the local library, please.”
“You want a donut or anything before you go?”
“Uhh…sure.”
* * *
In the car, I tried to eat the donut, but it was hard to swallow over the tightness in my throat. The dough tasted too sweet, and I hated the way it left my hands so sticky. But I forced myself to finish it before we made it to the library. All the while, Jones tried to engage me in polite conversation. He was a friendly man, and I had a feeling he and my father could have gotten along well. He was the type of guy that I could imagine myself referring to as ‘uncle’ had I known him longer.
However, he wasn’t Colt. And I desperately wanted Colt back.
When we got to the library, I went to the front desk to request several study guides. The woman behind the desk stared at me for a moment, and I instantly felt myself growing paranoid.
Did she know something about yesterday? Had she seen me and Colt? Had the person who’d almost come toward the room we’d occupied mentioned something to a library worker—telling them to be on alert for the Speaker’s daughter and a tall and hot security guard because they had done filthy things on a library table in a back room?
After she retrieved the study guides, she didn’t hand them over right away. She
continued staring at me, her eyes scrutinizing me in a way that made me want to run away and never come back.
Jones stood off to the side, watching. He took several steps toward me, apparently catching on to the fact that something was wrong. “Everything all right?” he said from the sidelines.
“I’m sorry,” the woman behind the desk said. “But are you Speaker Finley’s daughter?”
Jones was at my side in an instant.
I swallowed, my mouth having gone dry.
“I’m going to need you to keep your voice down,” Jones said to the woman.
Her eyes widened and she nodded. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to say how much I love your father. I know he’s done some excellent work around the community. I just wanted to say that I wish him the best of luck. I hope he’s chosen as Vice President. If he is, he has my vote!”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh…Uhm…Thank you.”
As if that close run-in wasn’t enough, to torture myself further, my feet seemed to move as if they had minds of their own. It even took me a moment to realize that I was taking myself right back to the room Colt and I had carried out our sordid deeds the previous day. I wasn’t even sure why. I suppose there was a part of me hoping that he would be right inside that room, waiting for me. That he would relieve Jones of his duty, and then take me to re-enact the previous day.
But once I got there, the room was empty.
“You like to be away from everyone, eh?” Jones said, following behind me.
“Uhm, yeah,” I lied. “It’s less distracting back here.”
“I understand,” he said. “Especially if you’re being recognized now.”
I sighed and settled into the room, suddenly feeling awkward. I didn’t want Jones in our special room, but I had so purposely walked here that I knew it would look weird if I abruptly changed my mind and headed to another area. So resigned, I took a seat at the table, trying to force from my mind the things Colt and I had done on that table. If I breathed in deeply enough, I thought I could still smell Colt’s scent.