Secretly Serviced (3 page)

“What does it look like we're doing? I thought Secret Service went for brains not just brawn? My mistake.” He had her against the wall, his mouth on hers before she knew what had hit her. She responded out of habit and desire, she wanted him so much. When she felt his hand slide to her breast she pushed him back. “Don't touch me, asshole. You can't just turn me on and off like I'm a goddamn faucet. You wanted it to be over, it's over. Deal with it.”

He pressed her into the wall, his lips hovering just over hers. “You're mine, Kelly. No one, especially not that boy out there, touches you but me. Understand?”

He cut off her response with his mouth. His lips moved gently against hers and instinct had Kelly parting her lips and meeting his tongue with her own. Slowly she tasted him and enjoyed the slightly rough texture of his tongue on hers. Her arms lifted and she linked her hands behind his neck, tilted her pelvis and he could feel the heat through both their clothes. He broke from her mouth and his tongue darted across her jaw to her ear and then to the sensitive spot just behind it. “Mmm, Michael,” she breathed.

He stopped. Kelly opened her eyes and was looking directly into his. They were dark and full of something indescribable. “Never call me Weston again,” he told her, and took her mouth again. This time it was dark and fast. He nipped her lips with his teeth and when he thrust his tongue into her mouth she sucked hard on the fleshy probe the way she sucked on his cock. His hand shot under her skirt and panties and into her already damp pussy. She felt his fingers inside her stroking the seeping walls and his thumb rubbing her clit. He felt her juices flowing into his hand and wanted to be inside her. She whimpered into his mouth and clung to his shoulders, riding his hand fast and hard. She came quickly and intensely, moaning into his open mouth, their eyes locked. He lifted his hand and licked her cum from his fingers. “Give me your panties.”

Kelly slipped out of them quickly, taking a second to use them to clean up before handing them over and smiling when he tucked the soaked satin in his pocket. When she would've left the bathroom he grabbed her arm, “Kelly. We can't tonight, I'm not on tonight.”

She glanced down at the hard cock fighting against the fabric and imagined the drop of cum that would be pearling on the tip. “Then you'll have to wait to get off, won't you, Michael?” The remainder of the evening passed in a blur but when her mother asked, Kelly honestly answered that she'd had a good time.

Kelly carefully prepared for bed the following night and waited in candlelight for Michael to slip into her room. He did, quietly locking the door behind him and shedding his suit as he approached her. When he came to stand at her feet, he wore nothing but a hard-on. He reached for her without speaking, but she stepped away and told him to lie on the bed. He did as she asked and she quickly restrained his hands to each side of the headboard and his feet similarly.

“Kelly? I can't protect you like this,” he pointed out, a smile on his face. Instead of answering, she took his cock into her mouth and with one large gulp, slid him into the back of her throat. She purred when she heard his breath hiss through his teeth. Kelly worked the length of his cock with her mouth, first slow and deep, then fast and shallow. She used her hand to pump the thick base while she gently teased the head with her tongue. She looked up at him from between his outstretched thighs and saw he was watching her, his expression dangerous. She laughed and climbed off the bed, producing a blindfold and her iPod from the nightstand drawer.

“Behave yourself, Michael,” she told him as she placed the headphones and blindfold on him. He couldn't see her, hear her or touch her, and she spent a long minute simply looking at his body. The narrow waist and lean thighs, the proud hard cock straining toward the ceiling still wet from her tongue, the way his chest got wider as it approached his strong shoulders, the sexy ripple of muscles in the outstretched arms.
Mine,
she thought,
all mine
.

She ran her nails lightly down his arm and along his side, watching as goose bumps appeared on his skin. She leaned down and gently bit his chin, her hair tickling his nipple. She took the little bud between her teeth and rolled it back and forth, her hand whispering along his abdomen to caress his prick. She moved slowly touching and tasting everything she could with more patience and much less innocence than the first time she'd seduced him. She suckled his ankle in the same manner as he had hers, but found it didn't have the same effect. He did, however, tremble when she bit his inner thigh.

A drop of precum glistened on the head of Michael's cock and Kelly rubbed it across her nipple, before sliding up his body to straddle his chest. She leaned forward and rubbed her nipple against his lips, his tongue darting out, unaware of what he tasted. What they shared when she crushed her mouth to his and sucked the little bit of cum from the tip of his tongue. She kissed him long and deep, rubbing her fat clit against his breastbone. She slid off the bed and approached his bound hand. She placed her pussy into his palm and he slid two fingers inside her and she rode his hand as she had in the theater bathroom. She didn't let herself cum before backing away, only knelt and, taking his fingers into her mouth, sucked her juices from his skin. Michael moaned, louder than she thought he realized, and she watched his cock jerk against his flat stomach, seeming to wave, beckoning her.

She climbed between his legs again, taking his prick into her hand. She loved the look of him, the feel of him, the way his cum tasted in her mouth. She teased him again, slowly stroking him with her hand while she used her tongue and teeth on his thighs and delicately licked his balls. She slipped her index finger into her cunt and while she inhaled the entire length of his cock, slowly inched her finger into his ass. He sucked his breath in, his entire body going rigid. She found the hard little marble that she'd read about and caressed it with the tip of her finger while deep-throating his prick. She kept the pressure on his prostate gentle and steady while thrusting his cock into the back of her throat. Kelly took his sack into her free hand absently rubbing the pad of her thumb back and forth across the soft skin. The first drops of cum splashing against the back of her throat were her only warning and a heartbeat before he exploded. His load flooded her mouth. She could hear him above her, moaning her name, cursing her and straining against the bindings. Kelly sucked and swallowed, still working his dick, still massaging his sweet spot, until he'd nothing more to give her and his body went lax.

Kelly left him there, spent and trussed while she went to the bathroom. When she returned she climbed onto his chest, kissing him with minty breath and he begged quietly against her mouth to be let go. She smiled against his lips and rubbed her cheek against his slightly stubbled chin. “Kelly, please,” he whispered, “let me touch you. I need to touch you.”

She didn't answer, not that he could've heard anyway. Instead she turned so that she faced his pelvis and took his semiflaccid prick into her hand and gently bathed it with her tongue. Kelly enjoyed being able to get the entire length of him onto her tongue at once. She kissed and nibbled and licked until he started to grow hard again. And she enjoyed feeling it grow between her lips, as well. With her pussy on his chest, her juices puddling there, she knew he could smell her. Kelly slowly backed up until she was rubbing her clit against his stubbly chin. The sting of coarse hair against her soft button made her pussy tighten and release.

Michael shot his tongue into her hole, filled her with it and wiggled it around, rubbing the inside of her walls while she squirmed on his face, pushing back harder, rubbing her clit against his chin faster. He pulled his tongue out of her and then slowly slid back inside, and again, and again, fucking her with it. Then Michael sucked her clit into this mouth and she felt a jolt of pleasure arrow through her. He sucked hard on the sensitive nubbin and thrilled her but Kelly pulled away. When she came, it would be on his cock and on her terms.

Kelly positioned herself over his waist; her legs braced against his hips and thighs and placed his cock between her lips. She rubbed herself against the length of him, soaking him with her juice, the head bumping against her swollen clit again and again. When Kelly wasn't able to stand the tease any longer, she moved up so the head was probing at her sobbing hole and then she slowly took just the head inside her. “Ohhh.” She moaned into the room, quiet except for their mingled ragged breathing and the tinny sound of music from the headphones. Michael hadn't made a sound since he begged to touch her or moved since she'd pulled away from his mouth.

Kelly eased herself onto his shaft, taking him in a little at a time, feeling him stretch her out as he filled her. She shook with the effort it took not to just impale herself on his rod, but she managed it. When she had him fully to the hilt inside her, she lay down on him and undulated her entire body over him, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers while his cock slowly stroked her walls. She ran her hands gently over his face and he kissed her fingertips as they slid over his mouth.

Kelly placed her hands on his pecs and pushed herself up increasing the depth. She could feel the head pushing against her womb and she shifted her hips slightly and back again, rocking. Whenever her hips pulled forward she felt her clit rub against the base of his cock and shuddered. Unable to wait any longer, desperate to feel the release she knew he'd give her, her movements quickened until the rocking was riding and the bed swayed. Kelly put her weight into her arms and used Michael's chest for leverage as she lifted and lowered herself, slamming down onto his thick cock over and over. She could feel it coming, feel the orgasm growing, knew it was going to change her world and laughingly raced toward it. When she went over, she was moaning his name and clawing his chest, unaware of either.

She kept moving, her body humming, as the aftershocks coursed through her body. Not until the last one had shimmied through her, did she bend backward and release Michael's ankles. Then she leaned forward, untied his left wrist, and while he removed the blindfold and headphones, she freed his right. As soon as the scarf slipped from his skin, he had her on her back, her knees pressed high into her chest and was pounding his prick into her pussy. His face loomed over hers.

“Did you say my name?” he ground out. She didn't answer, didn't think she could speak, she was so full of feeling. He pulled back and waited. “When you came did you say my name? Did you call for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Say it again.” His cock slammed into her and she came.

“Michael,” she breathed. He pulled back.

“Again.” He drove himself inside her. And a small orgasm racked through her.

“Michael.” She moaned. He reached down and fingered her clit as his hips continued to thrust long and deep. Her hands dug into his ass, her nails leaving little half-moon cuts in the muscles there.

“Open your eyes, baby, I want to see your eyes.” Her lashes fluttered open and her eyes met his. “Where's my cock?”

“In me,” Kelly whispered.

“Where?” Michael asked again. He pinched her clit and she stifled a scream.

“In my pussy, in my pussy, in my fucking pussy,” she chanted, her head tossing back and forth as yet another orgasm threatened.

“Mine.” He uttered it like an oath and took her mouth in a deep possessing kiss. With one final thrust he sent them both spiraling. He rolled to his back taking Kelly with him so that she was sprawled across his body, her head resting over his heart. “How long do you think we can keep this up, baby?” Michael ran his hand through her hair where it fanned across his chest. Kelly lifted her head, balancing her chin on his chest, looked at him, considering.

“My father has three years left of his last term. So, hmm—” she smiled “—three years?”

“I was thinking more like forever.” Kelly felt a thrill run through her.

“Really?” she asked. Michael nodded, lifted her hand to his mouth to nibble on the tip of her finger. “I like the sound of that. I like that a lot.”

“Then you'll love this.” He told her as he rolled her under him and slid into her in one smooth move. As he used his body to love her, Kelly felt the cage door open once and for all.

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