by Aubrey Irons
She’s fumbling at the doorknob then, and suddenly we’re tumbling back into her room, gasping as we fall away from each other.
“Lock the door,” she breathes out, her face red and her eyes wild as she searches mine.
I do, viciously, before whirling back to her with all the need, the pent up desire, and the wicked hunger for her roaring in my veins as I stalk towards her. She actually gasps at the ferocity as I move against her, growling as I kiss her fiercely and push her back through the living room, half carrying her into the Lincoln bedroom.
Her bedroom.
My hand snakes up into her hair, and I’m pulling at the conservative fucking bun she’s twisted it up into, letting her dark brown waves cascade wildly around her face and tumble over her shoulders. She moans as my hands slide down over that proper fucking skirt and grip her tight ass with both my hands, letting my fingers grip her hard enough to let her know exactly what I want.
“Wait, wait—” she gasps, suddenly pulling away from me and panting as her eyes dance over mine. “No touching.”
I can feel my eyes blaze as I frown. “What?”
She swallows as she takes another half step away from me, her hands still resting on my chest as she shakes her head. “No touching.”
I suppress the animal growl in my throat. “What's the fun in that?”
Madison bites her lip as she looks at me, her cheeks reddening. “It’s a step too far, Hunter,” she says quietly. “Our parents…” She trails off and looks at me, almost apologetically. “I just can’t.”
I clench my jaw, but I find myself nodding. “Fine, no touching.” She starts to let out a breath that I can tell she’s been holding in when I grin and hold a finger up. “But.”
“But?”
“But,” I grin, moving so close to her that we’re just barely not touching. My lips graze across her ear, making her gasp. “But you better do every fucking thing I tell you to do.”
I can feel her tremble against me, can feel her breath coming quick again my neck as she slowly starts to nod. “What do you want me to do?”
I grin, feeling my cock lurch inside the confines of my suit. “Take off that fucking dress,” I growl into her ear, before I slowly move back to look her full in the face.
She blushes. “Bossy?”
I suddenly grab her and yank her against me, feeling myself growl as I kiss her hard and fiercely, feeling her melt against me. Slowly, we come apart, and she brings a hand up to her mouth.
“Uh-uh,” she breathes, her finger trailing over her lips. “I thought we said no touching.”
“Then you better take that fucking dress off before I tear it off of you.”
She’s biting her lip as she looks at me, her face full of all the same hunger and desire rearing up inside me. Slowly, she starts to pull her skirt up, higher and higher, until the tops of those fucking thigh-high stockings, that might very well be the death of me, come into view.
“I’ve mentioned how much I approve of those, right?”
“Once or twice,” she says quietly.
“Show me more,” I growl out, and she blushes as she starts to pull the skirt the rest of the way up.
She’s not wearing any panties.
Holy fucking shit.
Her perfect little pussy is right there for my eyes to devour, and I fucking groan out loud as I see the slightest glisten of wetness there between her lips.
She grins at me. “Surprised?”
“Uh, yeah, you could say that.”
She smirks at me, her brow arching seductively. “Maybe I like shocking you.”
“Who say’s I’m shocked?” I grin at her. “After all, I did meet you at a sex club.”
She rolls her eyes, “I told you, that was a—”
“A one time thing, yeah, you’ve been saying that a lot recently.”
She blushes.
“But yeah, princess,” I say, looking at her hungrily. “Color me fucking shocked.”
“Just shocked?”
I move closer, not touching her, but close enough that she trembles and gasps. Close enough that I can see the pulse pounding in the hollow of her neck under that string of pearls around her neck. Close enough that I know how easy it would be to reach out and let my finger trail over the lips of her pussy.
“Shocked and very interested.”
“Interested, huh?” She says it with a hint of sass, a slight raise of her brow.
“How about rock-fucking-hard,” I say darkly. “How about so fucking turned on that I want to bury my face between your legs and make you come on my tongue until you’re begging me to stop? How about it makes me want you so bad that I want to bend you over, tear your dress off, and fuck you hard with every inch of my cock until you’re screaming my name?”
Her face is bright red, her lips parted, and her breath is coming in shallow gasps by the time I’m finished.
“Now take off the dress, princess, and show me how you ‘took care of things’.”
And slowly, she nods.
I swallow thickly as she turns her back to me. “Unzip me,” she says heavily, her voice thick with lust. I do, pulling at the zipper and letting more and more of her creamy skin expose itself to my eyes, barely resisting the urge to trail my fingers or my lips over it.
Or to tear it off and bury my cock balls deep in her right then and there.
She moves away and turns back to face me as she pushes the dress off her shoulders. It tumbles down her arms and over her chest, and I groan as that same black lacy bra from her pictures comes into view. She reaches back for the clasp, and suddenly it’s also falling from her shoulders. She lets it fall to the floor, and I groan out loud as her breasts are bared to me.
She’s like a fucking work of art; soft skin, her perfect tits like two teardrops high on her chest, and dusky pink nipples standing out hard, begging to be sucked.
Madison pushes the dress further down over her navel and her hips. Her eyes flash at me once more, the fire in them matching the hunger in mine, before she pushes it the rest of the way down over the curve of her hips and ass and lets its pool at her feet.
Jesus Christ.
She’s absolutely fucking perfect. Her hair tumbles down over one shoulder, her chest rises and falls with her breath, and I can fucking see the glisten of her lips between her legs. She’s standing there in her damn heels, the thigh-highs, and those fucking pearls, and nothing else, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She reaches up for the pearls but I shake my head. “Leave them.”
She smirks at me as she nods. Slowly, grinning at me, she steps back and sinks onto the edge of the bed. She lays back, her hair fanning out around her and her legs parting just slightly before she raises her face up.
And she crooks a finger at me
Yeah, like I need a second invitation.
I move between her legs, and as she spreads them further for me, I groan as I see the pink wetness of her slit, and I know that I can only take so much. I start to reach down for her, but she giggles and scoots slightly back on the bed.
“Uh-uh,” she says, wagging her finger at me. “No touching.” Her tongue darts out and wets her lips. “Not touching me, that is.” Her eyes flash. “I want to watch you, too.”
There’s no way I’m telling her exactly how shocked I am at her words, but that doesn’t stop me from slowly bringing my zipper down and reaching inside.
“I want to see all of you,” She says in a whispered voice, thick with lust.
I grin as I pause before reaching up to yank at my tie and pull it out of my shirt. Her eyes are wide as I start to undo my shirt, one button at a time down the crisp linen as I open it up to my chest and the ink that covers it. Her hands slide over the skin of her torso and up to her breast, and I feel my cock lurch as she lets a finger trail up and over her nipple as she watches me.
The shirt hits the floor, followed quickly by kicking off my shoes and letting my suit pants drop. Maddie’s eyes go
wide as she narrows in on the thick bulge tenting the front of my black boxer briefs. Her legs open wider as her hand slips down over her torso again, teasing over her hips and dipping low across the edge of her bikini line, just shy of her pussy.
I hook my thumb into the waist of my briefs and yank them down, grinning at the way her jaw drops a little and the way her eyes open just a bit wider as my cock springs out, thick and rock-hard.
“You want to watch me too, huh?” She swallows heavily and nods. I let my briefs fall down my legs and step out of them as I slowly bring my hand down and wrap it around my shaft.
“Takes two to tango, princess,” I say darkly, my eyes dropping to where her hand is just shy of touching herself. She nods, and slowly, her hand moves across her skin, over her mound, and I groan, letting my hand stroke up and down my shaft as her finger slips wetly between her lips.
Madison moans as her trembling fingers slide over her slit, parting her lips as she teases her opening with a single finger. I growl as I watch her, this fucking goddess spread out on the bed in front of me wearing heels, stockings, and pearls with her hand stroking her pussy.
It’s like every possible erotic daydream come to life as one perfect reality.
I start to stroke my cock more purposefully as I watch her, reaching down with my other hand to cup my balls as Maddie starts to stroke a finger in and out of herself. She’s writhing on the bed, moaning as she gets more into it.
“So this is how you ‘take care of things’ yourself, huh?”
“M-hmm,” she moans, her eyes locked on my throbbing dick in my hand.
“And what exactly were you thinking about when you did.”
She bites her lip and grins at me, “That’s staying a secret.”
“Little tough to play the ‘secret’ card while you’re playing with that sweet pussy right in front of me in the Lincoln Bedroom, darlin,” I grunt out, stroking faster as I watch her fingers slide in and out wetly as she grinds the heel of her hand into her clit. “Besides, I already know you were thinking about me.”
“I was not,” she whispers, her voice shaking and her breath coming ragged.
“You were thinking about that night; that first night.”
“Yes,” she whispers out haltingly, her voice high and her eyes fluttering shut.
I feel my whole body start to go rigid as I watch this fucking angel of a girl start to go to pieces beneath me. She’s the single sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed, and every muscle in my body starts to clench and tighten as my hand pumps my cock faster and faster. I know I won’t be able to control myself much longer, standing there with my cock in my hand stroking it to my stepsister, while she lays out naked beneath me playing with her tight, wet, perfect pussy.
I see her toes start to curl, her chest rising and falling rapidly with halting breaths. er face flushes red as her panting and whimpers start to reach crescendo. She’s about to come, and there’s nothing in the fucking world I want to see more.
“Play with that pussy for me, Maddie,” I growl out, feeling my own orgasm start to build like tidal wave deep in my core. “Finger that tight little pussy while you dream about me burying every thick inch of my fat cock inside of you.” Her eyes fly open right before it happens, and as they lock onto mine, I just say three words that push her over the edge.
“Come for me.”
It’s a demand I growl out, and suddenly her whole body seizes up and erupts as she cries out her orgasm.
It’s the moan that does it for me. It’s that moan that I’ve been dying to hear that tugs at something primal inside of me, and it’s more than I can take.
With a roar, I feel the orgasm tear through me as my cock lurches in my hand. I groan as I pump rope after thick rope of cum across her, and she’s cries out, her body shuddering in another climax as it lands hot and thick across her stomach, her hand, and her tits.
The knocking on her door has us both whirling towards the living room through the open double doors of her bedroom.
“Madison?”
Jesus fucking Christ, it’s Emma.
“Madison, is your phone off?”
Maddie’s face is white as clears her throat. “Um, what is it?”
“It’s dinner time!” Emma calls through the locked door.
I grin and Maddie rolls her eyes. “I’m not hungry, thanks!” She calls back.
“Oh, well, I mean it’s time for the dinner? The dinner your mother scheduled last week for the whole family before her press conference tonight?”
I frown, the whole family? There’s two of them.
Maddie frowns at me and shrugs, but then Emma calls again. “She just sent me up to make sure you’re coming. She and Alec and Dexter are already sat and waiting.”
Oh FUCK. That dinner. The one even I was reminded about only about four hundred times. The dinner my dad was adamant I attend, because he and Eleanor apparently have some sort of news for us.
Because that’s what I need in my life at this point: more surprise news from those two.
So yeah, family fucking dinner. The one Maddie and I are apparently late for because we’ve just been masturbating for each other in her room.
No big deal.
She swears under her breath as she jumps out of bed and looks at me with wide eyes. “What do we do!” she hisses, her face white.
“I vote for not walking out as-is, for starters,” I grin, nodding down at my still-hard cock and the cum glistening across her skin.
“Oh, you think?” She glares at me and springs from the bed, and I frown at the sudden change from vivacious, wild Maddie back to the nervous, bristling version of her that she hides behind.
“Look, relax; I’ll just take the secret passage from your living room.”
She freezes before she whirls on me. “Secret passage?”
I grin. “Did I not mention that?”
“Are you serious?”
I shrug. “It’s the the Lincoln Bedroom suite at the White House, doll. Presidents have slept here; of course there’s a secret way in and out.”
She shakes her head at me. “And you’ve never thought to mention this to me?” she hisses under her breath.
“Hey, I like coming in the front door,” I grin with a knowing wink. “But if you prefer, I’ll take the backdoor next time.”
She wrinkles her brow. “You’re a disgusting pig.”
“Says the girl with my cum all over her tits.”
She goes bright crimson and starts to open her mouth to say something, when Emma’s timid knocks come again.”
“Madison, I hate to rush, but it is somewhat urgent.”
“Okay!” She calls out. “I’m just going to shower real quick!”
“Oh, well…” Emma trails off as she clears her throat. “They’re all actually waiting already, Madison. Dinner started thirty minutes ago. It’s casual of course, so just throw something on, okay?”
Well so much for that idea.
Maddie glares at me as she reaches for a towel off the back of her bathroom door and starts to clean herself off. She looks up to see me looking at her with more interest, not to mention a cock that’s far harder than might be warranted given the situation.
“Fine, take your stupid secret passage, and get out!”
“I’ll be out in a minute, Emma!” she yells as she dashes into her walk-in closet.
I roll my eyes at the way she’s frantically tossing clothes around as I casually tug my pants back on and reach for my shirt. This might be new for her, but this ain’t exactly my first time making myself presentable for something like dinner with the Major after leaving a girl’s bedroom.
“So, see you at family dinner then?”
I dodge a hurled Louboutin heel from the closet, which I assume is going to be my only answer as I head for the bookshelf in her living area, and the shadowed exit behind it.
20.
You know that dream everyone’s had where you go to work without shoes on, or school naked? T
he ones where everyone’s pointing and laughing at you, and there’s nothing you can do as the shame and the fear and the feelings of being cornered just wash over you?
Well, walking into the White House dining room to have dinner with your entire family when you can feel your stepbrother’s cum drying on your skin under your clothes?
Basically the same feeling; the same feeling but not a dream at all.
Each step feels like an anvil hitting the marble floor, each beat of my heart like a symphonic bass drum booming across the ornate and historic room. It’s like every eye in the room is burning a hole right through me to the dirty, filthy little secret burning like a hot coal in the pit of my stomach. And every eye there has this sharp, accusatory pierce to it, as if they all know what just happened.
Which, of course, is ridiculous. I know the reason for my mother’s frosty look as I timidly walk into the room isn’t because she has any remote indication of what just transpired in my room with Hunter, it’s because I’m thirty-seven minutes late to a dinner she went out of her way to let me know was important.
“Sorry I’m late,” I mumble out, feeling my face burn as she gives me one of those token ‘arched brow, long sigh’ looks of hers. It’s the same look she made headlines for when she gave it to that obnoxious guy on that news show that asked her during the primaries if she felt like being a “woman who couldn’t hold onto her own husband” made her a strong enough candidate.
Yeah, that guy pretty much handed her the election with that one. She sent him flowers when she won.
But it’s a look that’s somehow both witheringly sharp and disappointed at the same time.
“I— I lost track of time,” I say, wincing at how lame it sounds.
“It’s fine, Madison, just have a seat please.”
Hunter, who’s somehow managed to both beat me here and end up looking like he had a personal stylist make him look great on the way down from my room, smirks at me as I walk red-faced to my seat across from him.
