by Alex Elliott
When the bartender sets down the drinks, I nod and sign the tab. When I’m alone again, I lift mine, and take a sip. Fuck, this has been one long ass day. The Scotch ignites a line of glowing warmth from my tongue to my stomach, and I toss back the rest, then motion to the bartender for another. Without thinking twice, I pick up Kennedy’s and decide why not. Lifting the glass to my lips, I run my fingers along the smooth wood of the counter and think of the difference between the hard surface and her soft skin. I glance into the mirror on the wall opposite the bar and can see not only myself but what’s behind me, namely Ms. Kennedy across the lobby.
For an intern, she’s beyond run of the mill. Most are stylish like her, but there’s something about Xavia Kennedy that rubs me into overdrive. I stand there fascinated, watching her, and lean on my elbow as I down her drink. That makes two shots and when the bartender sets the third down, I motion for him to set me up again. He doesn’t bat an eye and I return to my creeper amusement of spying on my intern.
The woman to my left leans over and asks if I have a cigarette. I shake my head, oblivious to her except that she’s attractive but isn’t my type. No one in the whole godforsaken place is my type save one, and she’s about to find out how much.
With the Scotch working its magic, I feel myself unwind and by the time Ms. Kennedy begins her trek toward me, we have two drinks waiting on the bar. Remarkably, my head is clear and I’m back in the game.
She saunters across the short space of the lobby and into the bar. I turn and wave effortlessly as if I haven’t been watching her every move. I chew on the end of a swizzle stick, and smile easily into her face. Wearing heels, she’s a half-head shorter than me. Truly almost a foot shorter in bare feet, and I’m certain that fucking her up against a wall will be the highlight of my campaign trail.
I nearly groan aloud at the thought of thrusting my dick into her and motion to the empty bar stool. “This one is for you,” I say and she adjusts the straps on her shoulder. I reach out and take the straps, hauling her bag up and onto the bar. “What in the world?” I ask, eyeing her purse.
“I like to be prepared,” she replies. “I didn’t know exactly what I’d need.”
“Most people conduct business on their phones nowadays,” I say and then laugh, handing her a glass. I take the other, holding it up. “To the path of least resistance.”
“And to getting the job done.”
If she only knew what that entails, would she utter those words with the filthy thoughts running through my mind?
“So how many internships have you had when the person in charge is a complete SOB?” I take a sip of my drink, all the while gazing at her over the rim.
“I’ve had a lifetime of adjusting to SOBs...don’t forget my family.” She takes a dainty sip of her Scotch, and wrinkles her nose.
Blow me, but this girl doesn’t drink aged whiskey. Shit, I wonder if she drinks at all. “Those don’t count. You can’t escape them.”
“We’ll see.” Her face tightens and I’m again reminded of the list of questions I’m compiling about her, and which is getting longer by the second.
I finish my drink and set my glass on the bar, and decide to open the door to what’s bothering me. “Anything specific I need to know insofar about you or what you’re looking to get out of this experience?”
“What do you mean?” She runs her finger along the rim of her glass, meeting my gaze. Both of us are watching one another. That’s exactly what we’ve done since the moment we met and I get she wants something from me. But what?
“Look, you came to me or my office after...we’d already met. Correct?” I almost say ‘after the hallway scene’ but catch myself.
“Yes.” She shrugs and lifts her glass, sipping the amber-colored liquor, and carefully darting her tongue along her lips to capture a drop at the corner of her lush mouth.
In my alcohol soaked brain, I struggle to remember the thread of our conversation when I all I want to do is taste her mouth, suck and bite those lips. Hear her moan my name.
“Let’s not insult each other with polite answers. The truth is much more refreshing. What are you after? I sure as hell know what I want from you and every person on my team.”
“I’m interested in what goes on in a senator’s office. How to be the person you need. Is that being honest enough?”
“And you just happened to pick me, after New York?” I shake my head. “You want in on my team. First lesson in politics, everyone wants something. Find out what it is that’s for sale. So what’s it going to be?”
“What do you want?”
“Answering a question with a question. That’s not a good start.”
“Depends. What’s the second lesson?” she asks, holding my gaze.
I lean closer, whispering, “Figure out if you can afford what’s being offered. There are hundreds of lessons, but let’s just deal with these ones. Shall we?”
She opens her mouth and I expect to hear an answer spill from her lips, but she stalls...releasing a soft breath that’s barely audible. Beautiful girl is deliberating. This isn’t the moment to rush her and I wait. It’s a ploy I learned in giving a speaker a few seconds to collect their thoughts. If Kennedy were a man I’d be tempted to tell him to sac up, but obviously it’s her spine that needs to bear the burden. Her eyelashes flutter. Is she made of steel or a bag of pretty fluff? Both are equally tempting.
My dick hardens, reminding me, I could go for broke by invading her space—hell I could invade her mouth. Kiss her lips open, thrusting my tongue over hers as I haul her off the bar stool and give her a sample of what I require. She sucks her bottom lip, her eyes still locked with mine, and fuck, I feel as if she’s sucking the crown of my cock with her lush pink lips.
With her chest rising and falling, each breath getting faster and shallower, she nods. “I’ll give you what you want Senator. My focused attention and drive. You give me access to your office. Is that something we both can afford?”
“That sounds like a business proposition.”
“Isn’t that what you want to hear?”
It might be the alcohol talking or my dick throbbing, but I lay all my chips on the table in order to close this deal. “One night. Anything and everything goes.”
“One night? With you?”
“Yeah. A night. Whatever I want and we won’t discuss afterward. Ever.” I keep my voice low and glance around to see if anyone is privy to our little conversation. “Do you understand my offer?”
“One time. And I’m your intern. Full-fledged by virtue of going the full mile.”
I correct her. “One full night. It’s going to be more than one time.”
Her pupils dilate again, until her eyes are fully black and slowly she nods. “Yeah. I’m good with that.”
“Drink up,” I say to my new intern whose spine is a good deal more than commonplace steel—diamond-tipped titanium comes to mind.
“Bottoms up,” she whispers.
My skin tightens from her words.
“That’ll do.” Fuck, she better understand the line she just crossed. I motion to the barkeep and start with my first order in what will be a long list for this girl. “Let’s go.”
She downs her drink which surprises me and lifts her purse, coming off the barstool and is at my side by the time I’ve signed our tab. We walk out of the dim bar into the brightly lit corridor, and find the elevator. I press the call button, copping a side-glance at the woman I’m about to make scream my name and come all over my cock. The elevator doors open and I tell myself go slow. Relax.
“Eleventh floor,” she says softly without me asking.
My lucky number and as soon as the polished metal doors close, I growl, “Fuck waiting.” My pronouncement shreds the whirling quiet of the elevator.
I wheel around, planting my free hand on the wall in back of Kennedy’s head, looking down to meet her eyes which intently stare up at me. A vein in her neck pulses and I watch her tuck several strands of errant
blond silk behind her ear. We’re both staring and I’m done with wasting more time.
Dropping my jacket, I slide my hand along her waist, curling my fingers over her hip, and roughly pull her to me without stopping. She sucks in a sharp breath when I come closer and our bodies meet. God, this is better than the first time. Feels so good to grind my hard-on into her softness. I can’t resist pushing her back until she’s flush with the elevator wall, pinned by my hips. I crash my mouth down to hers but her lips remain closed. Stubborn intern.
“Open to me, and kiss me the fuck back.” I fist her hair, peering into her eyes, and cock a brow. “Or I could make you. If you prefer?”
“Think you can?” she snarls, wrapping her hand in my tie. “Better not stop this time!”
I lean in. “There will be no stopping. Better like it rough.”
“Are you man enough to go that route?”
“You tell me.” Oh how I’m going to enjoy her spunk. I yank tendrils of her hair, making her arch her slender neck, until she does as she’s told with the parting of her incredible lips. “That’s it, baby. Open your fuckable mouth for me.”
I bend, crushing my lips to hers, and finding that this time, she’s ready and willing. God, she tastes as sweet as I remember...sweeter when she opens her mouth and dances her tongue across mine in a teasing glide that will be dealt with as soon as she’s naked. Cupping the back of her head, I’m near to groaning but refuse, angling her mouth closer. She bites my lip in response, and I feel the pinch of pain travel straight to my dick.
“Prick,” she whispers.
“You have no idea.” I barrel my hips against hers, seeking that soft space where I’ll soon be housed.
The elevator dings and I’m not ready to let her go. Fuck, there are voices out in the hall beyond, forcing me to step back, allowing us to come apart. I reach down to capture my jacket and get an eyeful of her legs, and especially her torturous shoes. Those lovelies are going to be thrown over my shoulders in short order.
“After you,” I murmur, licking a trace of lip gloss from my lips.
Kennedy has the room key out and ready. “Room 1110. Up ahead.”
I like that she doesn’t talk a lot and what she says is timely. Hope that’s part of her charm set.
“Give me the card,” I say at the door.
“Bossy much?” She hands it over with a quirked brow as she gives me one of her provocative little vixen grins.
I want to haul her ass inside and up against a wall. God, she’s got me going. We enter and it’s a standard room with two double beds. Hers, I take it, and glance around, turning on the bathroom light before I cross toward the windows. I adjust the air conditioning then toss my jacket onto a chair, and proceed to free myself of my tie and kick off my shoes.
“Go over to the bed.” I’m holding my tie between my hands and give her a very long look. I walk toward her and am prepared to lift her up if she doesn’t get moving.
Swiveling on her heel, she walks a steady path over to the bed, and I follow in her wake. She sets her purse on the bureau without stopping, meeting me at the side of the bed.
“Stand here. Remove your clothes or I’ll tear them off your beautiful body,” I say, staring down at her.
Fuck, I need a second. I yank and strip the bedding, down to the fitted sheet, and throw the covers in a mess onto the floor. Unbuckling my belt, I whip it loose from my pants, setting it next to my tie on the bed as she stares at me while I’m unbuttoning my shirt.
If she thinks I repeat directions, she’ll have much to learn even if it is one night. I can fuck a girl for hours and withhold from coming. And with her, I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to demonstrate she will follow my directions. I’m going to enjoy her in so many ways.
First I deal with my cufflinks and then I’m next to her with one intention: to help my intern learn who’s on top in this equation. Without a sound, I grab hold of her by the arm and force her backward until her legs are against the mattress.
“I gave you a direction. Simple to follow. Problem?” Without waiting for her response I spin her around, curling my arm across her waist and haul her ass cheeks against me. Slowly, I trace down her dress with my fingers, skimming the hem and enjoying the feel of her softness and her light scent.
To my surprise, she whimpers, “Please.”
“Hope that’s you asking for more. This is your one chance. Do you want me to fuck you? Without mercy and when I say hard, that’s what I mean. You need to tell me, in no uncertain terms, you’re okay with what we’re about to do.”
She stops wriggling her hips. Her shoulders rise and fall as she inhales a deep breath, and then exhales, “Yes.”
I reach down and rapidly lift the bottom of her dress. Again she’s wearing a strip of white lace. I can see without a doubt she’s got a thing for sexy lingerie—G-string, garter and I want her without this dress, marring the view of me slamming my cock into her from behind. There is only one reason a woman wears these lacy things and it isn’t to discuss politics. “Did you want me to fuck you in the elevator? I bet that’s how you get off.”
“Too much talking.” She makes an angry noise and tries to turn around.
I hold her steady. “Here’s your one and only warning. Answer the question the first time asked, Ms. Kennedy.”
She laughs and replies, “You’re an egotistical prick.”
“And you’re a fucking tease. Aren’t you?” I ask, gritting my teeth, peeling apart her cheeks. “Admit it and I might go easy on your beautiful ass.”
“You mean you’re not going to tell me that this is a mistake and stop again?”
She’s pissed. I get that.
She’s right, I was a prick.
But her fresh mouth has got me going. “Fuck... I’m going to enjoy teaching you some manners.” I rub my hands up her body to the back of her dress. There’s a small pearl button at the top and I make quick work of it before I take hold of the material at the neck and rip her dress in one rendering sweep of my hands. Enlivened is how I feel, like a magician who has divested a magnificent table of a cloth.
“Are you insane?” she screeches, fists raised and attempting to whirl on me like a pissed-off wildcat.
“Don’t you move,” I order, holding her still by wrapping my arms around her body and hauling her to me. Her heart is thundering as I hold onto her. Cautiously, I guide her to edge of the bed, sliding her dress down her arms, trailing my lips and teeth along her skin—but all the while, I’m conscious of her potentially kicking me in the groin. “Bend over, Ms. Kennedy and take it like a big girl.”
Letting go of her, I remove my wallet and a condom, tearing off the top of the foil packet with my teeth. I fumble with my fly, free my cock, and swath myself in latex, letting my gaze rake over her backside.
“What are you going to do?” she chokes out.
“Oh I’m pretty sure even you can answer that question.” With my cock bumping against her perfectly rounded ass, I’m coming undone which is ludicrous—I don’t come undone. Never. Roughly I push her shoulders down, arranging her hands on my bed. “Stay like this.”
Tapping her feet apart, I reach and rip off her panties. I’m harder than I’ve been in forever and seeing her bare ass, I’m caught in wanting to smack her creamy cheeks, and fuck her to burn through the haze of lust and sharp need that’s built to untenable proportions inside my body.
Hauling her hips back up, I grip my cock at the base, and swipe my head through her slick and soft folds, seeking her entrance. Poised at the mouth of her wet pussy, I’m so hard for her.
“Let the fucking begin,” I say, slamming my cock fully inside her.
She’s tight and tips up her hips, giving me a spectacular view of how my cock glistens, entering and exiting her body. I pump my hips, slamming into her faster as I crave going deeper. She rocks forward but before she can move another inch, I drag her back onto my cock, impaling her until she curses. Clenches around me like a vise that has me seeing star
s.
Oh fuck. Did I say I could last all night? The sensation of wanting to jet overtakes me. I hold on to her hips, grinding my cock so deep inside her that I’m forcing myself to slow down to gain control. I’ve got to find a rhythm that isn’t going to have me coming in the next five strokes. What is it about this woman that has me to the edge this soon?
The fact that her pussy is squeezing the thoughts from my head is a big factor, but I’ve had tight pussy before. But not one like this girl’s. This is karma, coming for a bite out of my ego. I’m the one trying to teach her the lesson of only going after what you can afford...total conceited asshole move on my part.
She’s narrow and wet, and I can’t help but drive my cock into her so hard, she yelps. Again, I pummel my length from tip to root in one slamming thrust until we’re locked together. I sink into her deeply, ride inside her slippery warmth without attempting to slow my descent. She’s got me going and I can’t stop.
I’m a regular fucking machine. Sweat goes from a sheen glistening over my skin to gluing my shirt to my shoulders and dripping down my face, droplets running into my eyes. Flat out, this girl is going to teach me a lesson on several levels starting with my ego. I pump my hips in piston perfect strokes, giving into the mind-blowing sensation of having my dick milked. Best sex I’ve had in a long as hell time.
“God, I want to fuck you until we both see stars,” I snarl as my roiling disbelief wages war on my need to come so hard, I’m going to yell her name.
Chapter Five
Rode Hard, Put Up Wet
“STONE PLEASE,” I hiss his name accompanied by a plea. This can’t be happening. I’m letting him do me—no strike that—I’m being ridden rough by him. Under him, semi-clothed, I’m ready to purr his name in some version of sex-crack. Sensually intoxicating and the best head trip...ever.
His raspy laugh floats over me as he grinds his cock into me, lifting my hips. “That’s it, c’mon little intern. This is how you need to be fucked. Isn’t it?”