Search And Seizure (Romps #2) (3 page)
"Rex! Fuck! Oh! Oh!
Ooh
!" I came with a shriek. The force of my orgasm punched me right in the gut and took my breath away. Fighting to breathe, I rocked wildly and gripped his arms. Rex's thumb rubbed my clit. His cock maintained that merciless thrusting pace. Unable to help myself, I shouted, "Daddy! Oh! More.
More
!"
Like some wild beast, Rex growled and pulled out of my soaking wet cunt. Without warning, he flipped me over on the couch. I exhaled loudly and in shock. He used his big hands to lift my ass in the air. My knees didn't even touch the hardwood floor but his larger body supported mine. With one hard thrust, he slammed balls-deep in my pussy. "Oh!"
"Take it, Allie. Take your daddy's cock!" He grunted the filthy words and started to pound my needy pussy. Our bodies slapped together so noisily. My slick cunt welcomed his hammering thrusts. I scratched at the couch and let an unending stream of
ohs
and
ahs
fall from my lips.
"Yes! Yes!" I'd never been fucked like this. It was wild and wicked. His big hand cracked my left ass cheek and then the right. "Oh!"
He fisted my hair and tugged my head up higher. His lips skimmed my shoulder. He bit down on my supple flesh, not hard enough to break the skin but with enough pressure to mark me. The sharp sensation made my tummy swoop. I reached back and gripped his side. "Rex! Please!
Please
!"
Still buried in my pussy, he grasped my hips and canted my ass even higher in the air before standing. I slid my knees wider apart and put a hand on the back cushion of the couch for support. Rex smacked my ass again, this time leaving a prickling hot spot. "Touch yourself, Allie. I want to feel you coming all over my cock again."
"Oh, god." I moaned and reached between my thighs. My clit pulsed. The slick juice from my cunt coated my fingers. Rex slapped my ass again and again. His hard palm cracked my bottom with enough force to make me gasp and yelp. The bright snaps of sizzling discomfort only heightened my enjoyment. "Yes! Yes!"
"Come for me, Allie. Come hard."
I did. I came so hard I thought for sure I'd black out. I kept strumming my throbbing clit even as I jerked wildly and shrieked like a banshee. My pussy rhythmically gripped Rex's cock. "Rex!
Rex
!"
"Fuck, baby!" He seemed astounded by the sheer wildness of it. When I slumped forward, no longer able to support my body weight on shaky arms, Rex shifted. His chest was pressed to my back. He really jackhammered my pussy now. I cried out as the waves of pleasure swamped me.
The couch shook with every thrust. The console table against the back rattled. The picture frames I dusted every week, the ones I'd filled with photos from our summer trip to the lake, thumped and jumped until they fell to the floor below. The crunch of shattered glass barely registered. I didn't even care about the mess. I just cared about Rex fucking me. I wanted it to go on and on and on.
But like all good things it came to an end.
With his lips against my cheek and his big body draped atop mine, Rex grunted my name. His twitching cock filled me with spurts of hot cum. I welcomed the spreading warmth of his semen so deep inside me. Still shuddering with tremors of ecstasy, I interlaced our fingers and closed my eyes.
We remained locked together for a long time. Finally, Rex found the strength to move. I whimpered when he pulled free from my pussy. I heard his belt buckle jangle as he fixed his pants and sat down on the couch. Ever so gently, he lifted me up and cradled me in his strong arms. He pushed strands of hair behind my ear and peered into my eyes. "You all right, sweetheart?"
"Perfect," I said with a smile. "That was
amazing
."
He looked a bit uncertain. "Is it going to get weird now?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I'm okay with it. Are you?"
"Well," he said carefully, "I'll admit that I'm feeling a little guilty. I think I took advantage of the situation."
I shrugged. "And?"
He snorted and shook his head as he chuckled. "That would be your come back."
"I mean it, Rex. So we did something a little taboo. Big deal! We're both adults. This was consensual. Let's just leave it at that."
He caressed my back and arms. "You know I'm still pissed about curfew, right?"
I laughed. "Imagine that!"
He grazed his lips across my shoulder. "I'm going to let the rolling papers slide this one time, Allie, but I won't tolerate drug use by you. I'll beat this fine ass of yours black and blue if I catch you doing something that dangerous and irresponsible." He gave my hair a tug. "Understood?"
My scalp tingled and my belly flip-flopped at the warning reflected in his eyes. I had no doubt that the playful spanking he'd given me during sex was just a taste of what the real thing would be like if he punished me for breaking a law. "Yes, sir."
He kissed my cheek. "Good girl."
I glanced over my shoulder and got my first look at the mess behind the couch. "I'm so not cleaning that up."
"Well don't look at me, sweetheart. The living room is on your list of rooms to keep clean."
"Oh, that's terribly convenient."
"It's true." He cupped my left breast and brushed his thumb across my nipple. The pink bud had softened now that the rush of lust had left me. Rex gave the sensitive peak a playful pinch.
I yelped. "Ow!'
He laughed, that rough, rich baritone echoing loudly in the room. "I guess that answers that question."
"What question?"
"Whether you like a little rough play now and then."
"Like the spanking thing?"
He nodded. "What did you think about that?"
"It was hot. I liked it."
"And this?" He pinched my nipple again, twisting it just a little, and I hissed.
"Nope!"
"You might feel differently if it's done while you're close to coming. Things feel differently when you're highly aroused."
I squirmed on his lap. The picture he painted seemed awfully tempting. Now I wondered what it would be like to try something rough. "I've never really tried anything like that."
"Well there's always tomorrow night."
My eyebrows arched at his unexpected reply. "Tomorrow night?"
He captured my mouth in a sensual kiss. "Hell, sweetheart, we're just getting started…"
The End.
And just like that we were alone again. He offered me his arm. I smiled coyly and slipped my arm through his. It was probably the only time I'd be able to touch him in public without causing too many wagging tongues. His scent, that woodsy mix of sandalwood and cedar I'd grown to crave, enveloped me. I wanted nothing more than to burrow close to his heat and strength. For now, I was content to simply be close to him as he walked me out of the hotel.
Under the porte-cochere, we waited for one of his team's private cars. A hotel valet opened the rear door on the SUV. I hopped inside with Jack's steadying hand against my lower back. When I was safely in place, he walked around to the other side. I buckled my seat belt as he gave Bobby the driving plan. I eyed the space between us and wistfully wished it didn't exist. I wanted to be shoulder-to-shoulder with him. At least the tinted windows gave us a little privacy from the outside world but there was no escaping Bobby's prying eyes.
If only we were in one of my family's private cars. Daddy liked to conduct business on the move. The fleet we owned had nifty partitions between the driver and the passenger area like those in limousines. With that piece of darkly tinted glass in place, one could get up to all sorts of hijinks in the backseat. I so wanted to engage in some risqué hijinks with Jack.
The moment we pulled out from under the porte-cochere, big fat rain drops splattered the SUV's exterior. They slammed into the windows and dribbled down the glass in broken streams. I stared at them while trying to figure out what we could possibly say with an audience of one just a few feet away.
I stifled a gasp at the unexpected sensation of Jack's hand on my knee. I didn't dare drag my gaze away from the window. Any quick movements would no doubt draw Bobby's gaze. Jack's fingertips grazed my inner thigh as his hand inched slowly along my leg. I held my breath and tried to slow my racing heart.
"How are you enjoying the convention so far?" His voice remained cool and relaxed, never once betraying just what was going on in the darkened back seat.
"It's getting more interesting," I answered honestly and finally tore my gaze away from the window. Our heated gazes clashed in the pale orange light cast off from the passing street lamps. "The endless speeches today were boring as hell but tonight is definitely looking up."
Jack's lips twitched with amusement. "I hear this Get Pride party is going to be hot."
"Then why aren't you going?" That wasn't playful banter. I actually wanted to know why he was avoiding a chance to show he openly accepted the GLBT community.
"It's complicated." His fingers moved even higher up my thigh and touched the soft silk of my thong.
I squeezed my thighs together, trapping his hand and forcing him to look at me. "It's really not, Jack." Feeling a bit brave, I said, "I wish you wouldn't dismiss this segment of your party's supporters. You're just confirming what the other side has always said."
"And what's that?"
"That you're a party of bigots and elitists and so on," I said with a wave of my hand. "I know that's not true. I know
you
. This Jack Richmond," I gestured to my lap and his trapped hand, "accepts and loves everyone." I pointed to some campaign materials tucked into the pouch on the back of the closest seat. "That Jack Richmond is coming across as a huge dick."
A snort from the front seat reminded us that we weren't really alone. Even cloaked in semi-darkness, we had an audience.
I could tell Jack was biting back a retort about the huge dick remark. Knowing him, he had a naughty little zinger burning the tip of his tongue. Instead, he lowered his voice and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
I sat back in stunned silence. "You're asking
me
for campaign advice?"
I could just barely make out the confused frown contorting his face. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Um, maybe because Clark keeps looking at me like I'm some kind of liberal mole?"
Jack grunted with annoyance. He forced my thighs wider apart and slipped two fingers under the thin scrap of fabric guarding my pussy. My lips parted on a shaky breath as he pierced me with his intense gaze. "We both know that's not true—and Clark is suspicious of anyone under twenty-five."
"I think you should go to the party." I gave my piece of advice as his fingers slowly circled my clit. The nub became inflamed with need. I dared to glance at Bobby's head but he was focused on navigating the busy night traffic. His music, an old school rock station, provided just enough noise to muffle my increased breathing. "I know you're whipping your challenger in the polls and winning over new voters isn't an issue for your race—
but
it would be good to show your constituents that you represent
all
of them."
He regarded me for a moment. "I agree."
"But?" I tried to ignore the wicked sensation of his fingers swirling around my clit.
"I've got this dinner tonight. I've got to do a speech. It's a whole thing."
His fingertips moved faster now. I clenched the edge of the seat and tried to speak without letting my voice wobble. "And after?"
"After what?"
"The dinner thing," I clarified. My breaths grew deeper and tighter. I gripped the seat so hard my fingertips tingled. Flutters of panic rippled low in my belly. The rat bastard was about to make me come in the backseat of his private car—and I couldn't make any noise. Me, the screamer, unable to issue even a peep!
End Excerpt
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