Caught in the Storm

by Brownell, Rachael

  "Mmm hmm," I purr, pressing against him.

  "You're not ready for me yet, but you will be. By the end of the night, my cock will have taken you in every hole, Amelia. Then, with the light of morning shining through the windows, I'm going to slide so deep inside you, I'll become a part of you. A part you'll never forget. You'll crave me at night. Need to touch yourself every time you think of me. Are you sure you can handle that?"

  Dear God. I'm about to explode, and he's not even inside me.

  "Can you?" I counter turning his words on him. "If you're going to become a part of me, that means I'll become a part of you. If I'll never forget you, you'll never be able to forget me. When you touch yourself, you'll be thinking of me. Are you ready for that?"

  Johnathan growls, repositions himself, and slides deep inside me. Slowly pulling out, he then slams into me with more force this time, gripping my hips for leverage.

  We roll and change positions, but he never stops fucking me. My orgasms are coming one after another. Every time stronger than the last. By the time morning comes, my body is practically limp.

  Rolling on top of him, I slide him inside me, painfully slow.

  "Taking control, are you?"

  "If I remember right, you told me to."

  "That was hours ago. I'm surprised you even remember."

  Rolling my eyes at him, I'm promptly swatted on the ass.

  "What is it with you and my ass?"

  "Your ass is perfect, Amelia. Supple and round. Firm yet soft. I like the way it bounces slightly when I fuck you from behind. I like the way it tightens when you're about to come. But my favorite part about your ass," he continues, pushing himself into a sitting position, sliding deeper inside me, "is how much you enjoyed yourself while my finger was inside it."

  Rocking backward, I take him even deeper, eliciting a growl from him.

  "I'm going to take you there now. This is your one chance to change your mind. It's not going to feel good at first. It'll hurt, there will be pressure, but once I'm fully inside you, you'll experience a pleasure like no other. I'll be gentle with you because it's your first time, but I won't hold back once I'm there."

  His words bring me to orgasm, and he takes advantage of that, pumping up into me quickly before flipping me over, positioning himself, and slipping the tip of his dick inside my ass.

  He wasn't joking. It's fucking painful. There's a ton of pressure, but the sensations coursing through my body are incredible.

  He doesn't move, allowing me time to adjust, but I don't want it. Don't need it. I need him inside me, so I press back against him, and he slips a little deeper. Groaning with pleasure, Johnathan pulls out slightly and pushes forward, gaining even more depth this time.

  "Fuck, Amelia. Your ass is so gorgeous with my dick inside of it. I'm so glad no one else has even taken you like this before. I'm a possessive man, and this is one part of you I always want to be just for me."

  Me too, I want to scream. Instead, I press back against him, pull forward, and press back again. He tightens his grip on my hips and assists me. He's so deep. It's so tight. I feel every inch of him and I love it. It feels wrong, but I'm on the edge and about to fall over.

  "I want you to push back. Press out with your ass when I pull your hips. I'm going to slip in the rest of the way."

  Holy shit! He's not all in there. I don't think he's going to fit.

  Leaning forward, his chest resting on my back, he whispers, "Trust me."

  And I do. Unconditionally. I probably shouldn't since I've known him less than twelve hours, but I can't help myself. He hasn't given me a reason not to yet.

  Righting himself, Johnathan strokes in and out a few times and I push back to match him. When he reaches around and finds my clit, I almost come undone. It takes all I have to focus my attention on the fact he's deep inside my ass and about to be even deeper. He continues to play with my nub while I rock against him, and then he taps my hip, grips it, and pulls back.

  I do as he said, pushing out, and feel him slide in deeper than before. The pain mixed with the pleasure is overwhelming. I want more or less or something. All I know is there's a distinct want inside of me.

  "One more time," he says, removing his hand from my swollen lips and gripping my other hip. He doesn't wait for me to respond as he taps my hips again and pulls with more force.

  My body bucks uncontrollably as his hips bump into the cheeks of my ass, forcing me into the mattress. I'm trapped between him and the bed. I can't move. All I can do is feel. I. Feel. Everything.

  And then slowly, he pulls out and pushes back in. The pain begins to subside with every thrust of his hips, and pleasure takes over.

  "Back up on your knees," he demands as he continues to work his way in and out of me.

  Doing as he says, I push myself up at the same moment Johnathan presses into me. This time, I'm able to keep myself from face-planting, and he rewards me with one hand on my breast and the other between my legs.

  "When you come, you're going to scream my name. If you don't, I'll continue to fuck you until you do. Don't be afraid to let it all out. Let your orgasm take you."

  Two more deep thrusts and I'm screaming, doing exactly as he asked, my body convulsing as my orgasm rips through it. My heart slams against my chest as I attempt to catch my breath.

  "Amelia," Johnathan screams behind me, thrusting into me faster, deeper than before until he finally stops, fully seated in my ass.

  Neither of us moves for a while. My legs are shaky, and my arms feel heavy.

  "I'm going to pull out, and it might hurt a little. Whatever you do, don't move. I want to clean you up a little."

  Clean me up? Why?

  I nod to let him know I understand, and he slowly pulls out. He wasn't kidding when he said it would hurt a little. My asshole feels like it’s being ripped in half. I can't believe he fit his cock in there. I wasn't sure I could take all of him in my pussy, let alone my ass.

  The bed dips as Johnathan leaves me, ass in the air. I hear water turn on, and moments later, the bed dips again and a warm cloth is wiping my still overly stimulated areas.

  "Are you okay?" he asks, surprising me.

  Not what I was expecting from him. His plan was perfectly clear from the start. We were going to fuck, nothing more. Sure, he's treated me gently at times, but I didn't expect him to care.

  "Yeah, I'm fine," I say as he removes the now cooled cloth, and I lie down on the mattress.

  The room falls silent and stays that way for a while. I can see a hint of light peeking through the curtains, and I begin to wonder what time it is. I went on stage at eleven o'clock last night. I remember glancing at the bedside clock at three o'clock this morning, but that feels like it was days ago.

  "Garcia will be here to pick you up and take you home in less than an hour. He'll be bringing you a change of clothes. Would you like to shower before you leave?"

  His words are cold and calculated, making it clear that our time together is over and he won't be joining me in the shower.

  "Yes, please." I want to roll over and look at him, dissect the look on his face to see if it truly matches the tone in his voice, but I don't. I keep my eyes trained on the sliver of daylight.

  "I'm going to order coffee. I'll meet you in the living room once you're finished. There should be a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door you can use until Garcia arrives."

  Waiting until I hear the bedroom door closed, I allow myself to let out the sigh I've been holding. This man is so confusing. One minute he can't keep his hands to himself, and the next he's standoffish. Not that I was expecting to walk away from this in a serious relationship or anything. I knew exactly what this was from the minute I took his hand at the club.

  One night of crazy fun.

  Our attraction was intense and nothing else would have satisfied either of us. We needed this. To get it out of our system.

  Things look and feel different in the early hours of morning, though. If he asked m
e to stay, I would. Not because the sex was amazing but because there's so much more I want to know about him. My desire has grown, intensified. It's beyond sexual.

  I'm interested in him. Right now, his name is all I know. My goal is to learn as much as possible before he sends me away.

  Showering quickly, I find the robe exactly where he said it would be and wrap it around my body. Walking into the living room, I find Johnathan sitting on the couch, a steamy cup of coffee in his hand, watching the news.

  "What time is it?" I ask, pouring myself a cup and dropping in a few sugar cubes. I've seen them before but never used them. Hopefully two will be enough to eliminate the bitter taste of the coffee. I'm not a huge fan, but when I do drink it, I load it up with sugar.

  "Close to six. Garcia should be here any minute. I have a breakfast meeting, so we'll drop you off on our way."

  He doesn't bother to look away from the news as he informs me of the plan.

  "I need you to take me to the club," I state, taking a sip of the coffee and immediately reaching for two more sugar cubes.

  Johnathan whips his head in my direction. "Why?"

  "Um, for starters, my car is there. Along with my purse."

  "I'd prefer you not go back there anymore, Amelia." Raising an eyebrow at him in confusion, I don't bother to reply. "The owner is scum, and you I don't want you around him."

  I want to laugh. I guess Joseph didn't make the best first impression on him last night. I'm not surprised. He tends to have a God complex when he wants to impress people. It's more of a turn-off than he realizes.

  "I don't disagree with you about Joseph, but he owes me a chance to perform. Until that happens, I plan to stay in his good graces."

  "Noted," he says, pulling out his phone and typing vigorously.

  "I know what this was," I start, his fingers coming to an abrupt halt. "One night, I get that, but I'd still like to know more about you."

  Setting his phone aside, he turns his body to face where I'm sitting on the other end of the couch and nods his head, granting me permission to continue.

  "Where are you from?"

  "I live on South Padre Island."

  "You're not married. Do you have any kids?"

  "No."

  "Family? Siblings?"

  "Only child. My parents live on the island as well."

  "Who is Garcia?"

  "My bodyguard when I travel."

  "And you need him because..."

  "He keeps me off the radar. This Senate race is a tough one. I'm constantly being scrutinized, and he makes sure the things I want to keep private stay private."

  "Like sneaking a woman you just met through the back door of the hotel so no one sees her," I retort quickly.

  "Exactly."

  "So why even invite me back here then? If it could potentially reflect badly on you? And how do you plan to sneak me out in the light of day?"

  He doesn't answer right away, refilling his coffee and dropping in one sugar cube. Stirring it slowly, he smirks at me.

  "I have my ways."

  "But why bother?" I press him for an answer, wanting to know why he would risk bad publicity just for one night. Not only that, but how often does this happen?

  "You walked in the bar last night, and I had to have you. There was no doubt in my mind you were worth the risk. I know what you're thinking, and no, this isn't something that I do every night. You're the first woman I've been with since my girlfriend left me two months ago."

  My chance to ask him more, to get answers to all my other questions, disappears when Garcia bursts in the room, slamming the door behind him.

  "We have a problem," he states, dropping a bag at my feet.

  "Amelia, get dressed," Johnathan states, his tone all business as he stares into Garcia's eyes.

  Whatever the 'problem' is, it's big, and I don't want to be a part of it. I don't even want to know what it is.

  Leaving my coffee on the table, I slip into the bedroom and dump the contents of the bag on the bed. Yoga pants, underwear, a bra, and a sweater. Garcia has good taste. It makes me wonder if he's done this before. My guess, even though Johnathan said this wasn't a regular occurrence, is yes. I've become one of the many who has fallen under the spell of Senator Johnathan Lang. And I probably won't be the last.

  Six

  Johnathan

  "There's press out front and out back. There's no way for us to leave without being spotted," Garcia informs me as soon as Amelia's behind closed doors. "They saw me walking in with the bag and are already asking questions. I think someone from the hotel leaked information. It's the only way they could know about her."

  "So what's the plan, because we can't leave her here," I state, replaying last night in my head. Who the hell saw us? Who could have leaked info to the press?

  Every staff member is required to sign a confidentiality agreement when I check in. It's fairly standard in this industry. They cannot even confirm if I'm in the hotel. So it had to be a guest, but I didn't see anyone. The halls were empty, but that doesn't mean someone wasn't asked to go back in their room before I came through and was curious. I can see an old lady staring through her peephole, waiting to see who they were clearing the floor for.

  "I don't have a plan. I took the back entrance, so the limo is parked out there, but at least six cameras were on me when I walked in. I'm sure there will be more by the time we leave."

  "There's only one way we can play this, then," I say, stirring my coffee as I decide how to approach Amelia.

  "Do you think she'll go for it?"

  Smirking at Garcia, I nod my head once before setting my coffee down. She'll go for it. I'll lay it on thick, get her to agree. Then, we'll drop her off at the club and move on. I'm sure we'll make headlines, but the buzz will die down after a few days and life will go on for both of us.

  "Amelia," I call as I step into the empty room.

  "In the bathroom," she yells back.

  When I step into the bathroom, I find her attempting to squeeze her voluptuous breasts into the bra Garcia bought her. It's at least a size too small, if not two, but she's making it work.

  The black yoga pants he picked up fit her like a glove and make her legs look deliciously long, especially with her heels adding to her height. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, and her face appears freshly washed, her cheeks slightly pink.

  My body responds to the sight of her, my need growing.

  "Everything okay?" she asks as she pulls a white sweater over her head.

  She looks stunning.

  "Yes and no. There's press out back. When we leave, they're going to take your picture. It can't be avoided. They'll shout questions at us, shove microphones in our faces. I want you to be prepared."

  "Why?"

  "Someone leaked to the press that you were here. They don't want to take my picture, they want to take yours. They want to know who you are."

  "But I'm nobody."

  And just like I expected, her thoughts went right where I wanted them to.

  "But you are somebody. You're with me. They're going to find out who you are. Your picture is probably going to be in the paper, on TV. I know this isn't what you signed up for, and I'm sorry, but there's no way to avoid it now."

  There's a sincere look of panic on her face. Her hands begin to shake as she takes a seat on the edge of the tub, her eyes closing as she takes a deep breath.

  "This is bad. Really bad. My parents are going to see it and ask questions. They can't know what happened last night. They would disown me if they knew I had a one-night stand."

  "What if that wasn't what this was?" I suggest, taking a seat next to her and running my hand up and down her back.

  "What do you mean?"

  "What if we tell them we're dating? I'll come back to town a few times a month and we give the press something to talk about."

  "All for show?"

  "Well, when the cameras are on us, it's for show. When we're behind closed doors, it's for us."
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br />   Not only can I avoid another scandal, but I can have her again.

  "I don't know if I can do that. I can't lie to my parents. They'll know. They'll see right through me."

  I'm starting to hate her parents, and I haven't even met them.

  "Then let's make it official," I say before I think it through.

  I don't want a girlfriend. My life is far too complicated at the moment to bring another person into it.

  "You mean, date?" There’s a sense of worry in her voice mixed with confusion. When she tucks a piece of stay hair behind her ear and averts her eyes, I know I’m going to have to work to get her on board.

  "Yes."

  "How would that even work?"

  "You could come home with me?"

  What the hell am I saying? That's not what I want. Sure, her in my bed every night would be amazing, but there are other factors to consider. First and foremost, my campaign. She's not exactly the image of a woman I want standing next to me.

  Gina could fix that. She's done amazing things with my campaign, spinning my last scandal to make me look good again. I'm sure she can turn Amelia into the vision of a senator's girlfriend in the span of an afternoon.

  "I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I barely know you, Johnathan. You seem like a great guy, but leaving with you seems a bit extreme."

  On the one hand, I'm relieved. On the other, I need her to agree to this. For both of our images.

  "How about this. I can stay in town for a few more days. We can get to know each other and go from there. For now, I'll take you home, you can gather a few things, and then we'll come back here. My campaign manager, Gina, can take you shopping this afternoon, and tonight we'll go to dinner. We can talk over a nice bottle of wine. If after a few days, you don't want to continue our relationship, we'll part ways. If you do, you can come back to South Padre with me, and we can see where it goes."

  Once Amelia finally agrees, we join Garcia in the living room. I take him aside and fill him in before we make our way down to the car.

  This is going to go one of two ways. They're either going to love Amelia or hate her. I've been a bachelor most of my career in the spotlight. I've received hundreds of fan letters from women, offering to take care of me, to be my wife. To support my career, my campaigns.