by Aubrey Irons
I blush. “Coat and all, huh?”
He moves right against me, his hands moving across the tie at the front of my coat to the knot holding it shut. “I’m more interested in what’s underneath, actually.”
“What makes you think there’s anything underneath?” I breathe out, biting my lip as I grin up at him.
“Hmm, excellent question,” he growls, his hands pulling at the tie of my coat. It falls open, and I can hear the sharp intake of his breath. “Holy shit…” he growls trailing off as his eyes roam over my body, taking me in.
“Oh, wait,” I say, reaching into the pocket of the coat. I pull out the mask and grin as I slip it over my face. Slowly, I pull the trench coat off my shoulder and let it drop the floor. I twirl, feeling my breath catch as I feel his eyes burn into me. “So, you approve?”
I gasp as he yanks me again him, his sharp blue eyes burning right into mine.
“Yeah,” he growls, his lips millimeters from mine and his hands sliding down to grab my basically bare ass. “Fuck yeah, I approve.”
I gasp as he picks me up, his powerful hands holding my ass and whirling us around as my legs wrap around his waist and my arms cling to his neck. He’s kissing me fiercely, our tongues entwining, lips crushing together, and breaths coming in sharp gasps as he moves us across the room.
Hunter sets me down on the edge of the big wooden desk and reaches behind me, only to come back with a mask that matches mine; one that matches that night. He slips it on and stands between my legs, letting his eyes roam over my body.
He leans in and trails his lips over my neck as he reaches behind me and unhooks the delicate lacy bra before letting it slide down my arms.
“I thought you approved of the lingerie,” I whisper out, moaning as I feel his hands run over my bare breasts.
“The lingerie is the appetizer,” he growls into my ear. “But I’m starving.”
I gasp as his thumbs trace over my nipples, sending electric shivers through my body and getting me instantly wetter than I already was. I can feel him, hard and throbbing through his pants as he presses into me. I moan and reach for him as his hand cups my jaw and brings me crashing against his lips.
Hunter pushes me back, and I let myself drape across the big wooden desk as I feel him start to tug at the waist of my exotic panties. Heat creeps over me in the glowing candlelight of the room as he pulls them slowly down my thighs and over the lace edge of the black stocking, before he slips them over my black stilettos.
His eyes burnin to mine as he brings them to his face and inhales, which is just so dirty and hot that I find myself squeezing my legs together and letting my hands slide down over my skin.
He unbuttons his shirt and starts to pull it off his broad, muscular shoulders. I bite my lip as my eyes travel up and over those chiseled arms and the inked lines swirling across them.
He sits in the Presidential chair and moves towards me, pulling my legs gently apart, pushing my knees up as his lips find my thighs. He trails his mouth up my legs and I shiver, feeling his fingers brush against my pussy before his mouth even gets there.
Oh, but when it does.
I cry out as his tongue drags across my lips, delving between them and swirling through the sticky wetness of my need for him before moving up to my clit. Fingers spread me open as his tongue traces over my aching clit, coaxing a moan from my lips as he gets me writhing for him on top of the desk.
I feel like some sort of sexually empowered temptress, spread out on the damned Oval Office desk like that, as if I’m some sort of mistress to a President; a courtesan to a prince or something.
My hands cup my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples as Hunter’s tongue slides deep into my pussy. He’s curling a finger inside as his mouth latches onto my clit and sucks gently. My body arches off the desk and I gasp as if hit by a live wire.
When his mouth dips lower, and then lower still, I can feel the same naughty, wantonly dirty shiver as before creep through my body as his tongue traces over my most forbidden of places. I’m clawing at the desk, my body arching and my muscles clenching as his wicked tongue sends electric currents roaring through me.
His mouth moves back to my clit, teasing me, making my breath hitch, staggered cries ripping from my throat as I feel myself start to melt under his tongue. But then he’s standing, and stepping out of those black pants. I slowly sit up on my elbows and watch him with lust-hooded eyes. He looks right into my gaze while he wraps his hand around his thick erection and slowly strokes it.
He moves forward, pushing the head of his cock against my dripping wet pussy, easing it between my lips. He slides in, pushing all the way with one deliberate stroke as I slowly exhale a breath of pure pleasure and sink back on the desk. His hands grip my waist as he pulls out slowly before driving back in, making me moan in ecstasy as his cock fills me up all over again.
We move without hurry, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts as he sinks that perfect cock inside of me again and again, his eyes burning right into mine as if he can’t bear to look away from me.
I’m whimpering as he fucks me like that, watching the muscles of his chest and biceps ripple as he holds me tight. The deep grooves of his hips strain as he drives in again and again, the chiseled lines of his abs rolling with every thrust, and I let myself fall back, hair sprawled across the desk as let myself get lost in it all.
Hunter’s hands slide down my thighs to my knees, lifting my legs up. His hands slide further up, spreading me wide as his hands find my heels. He groans as he starts to pick up his pace as he holds my heels like handles and starts to pound into me. I’m gasping and whimpering as I claw at the desk, feeling my body start to tumble towards that sweet release.
He drives deep on every thrust, his eyes still locked on mine as he slides that cock into me again and again. I’m close, so fucking close that all I can do is moan when he drops a hand to my pussy and starts to roll his thumb across my clit.
I’m falling, crashing towards that edge, my knees up over his shoulders, when he leans over me, as he drives into me relentlessly and growls right into my ear, “Come for me, Maddie. I want to feel you come all over that big cock.”
I cry out a shattered moan of release, feeling the orgasm thunder through me as my whole body arches off the desk and I go crashing right over the edge. He kisses me fiercely, letting me scream into his mouth as he fucks me right through my orgasm, until I’m nothing but a puddle and I collapse across the desk.
33.
Slowly, I’m aware of Hunter bringing me up, and I’m giggling in delirious pleasure as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with everything I have. I’m breathing his breaths, feeling his heartbeat thundering against my chest, and letting myself sink against him as I kiss him, letting everything else and every other worry in the world drift away from us in that room.
I pull away from him and bite my lip as I slip the mask off his face, and he grins as he pulls mine off as well. Slowly, I look down between us where he’s still rock hard and buried inside of me. “You— You haven’t come yet.”
He chuckles into my neck as he rolls his hips forward. “I think we can fix that,” he says into my ear.
He starts to push into me, and as I let our bodies move together like that, it suddenly hits me.
I’m falling for him.
This whole thing is insane at best and downright scandalous at worst. Except I’m past caring at this point. I’m beyond caring about whatever consequences this may bring, or even what chance this has with our parents’ nuptials looming on the horizon.
Because I’ve never felt the way I feel around him, which might scare the shit out of me, but is also more real than anything I’ve ever felt. The sneaking around and the forbidden history we hide has gone from horrible and shameful to this thrilling little secret that we’re both a part of.
I like the sneaking around, and the wicked thrill I get when he sneaks into my room, or when I’m stalking around the White House in heels and linge
rie late at night to meet him for this rendezvous.
And maybe, just maybe, I love the scandal of it all. I love the way he talks to me, and dominates me, and makes me feel like I’m his. Because I want to be his, and I want to let him have me.
Suddenly, another thought hits me. A dirty, naughty, wicked thought that starts as a glowing little ember in mind before it slowly roars to a blaze as I cling to him there in that office, feeling him drive deep inside of me.
I want him to have me; I want him to have all of me. I want to be his naughty girl; his dirty little secret.
I stop him with a hand on his chest, “Wait.”
He stops his thrusting hips and looks into my eyes. “Hm?”
“Hang on,” I whisper, gently pushing him away from me. I slide off the edge of the desk, feeling my heart race in my chest as the raw lust for him thunders through me. I turn, blushing as I look over my shoulder at him as I start to bend over the desk.
Hunter growls as he moves forward, but as I feel him press against my pussy again, I shake my head. “Not there.”
He frowns, “Maddie, what—” And suddenly his brows raise and a wicked grin teases the corners of his mouth. “You sure?”
I nod, feeling my breath heaving in my chest, the blood pumping in my face. “I want you to take all of me,” I say quietly. “I want this with you.”
He raises me up, pulling my head around as he kisses me fiercely. I gasp as I feel him lift one of my legs, putting my knee on the desk as he trails kisses down my back.
He suddenly bends down and rummages in his pants pocket before he pulls out a small little bottle of something. My eyes go wide as I feel the grin spread across my face.
“Did you bring lube here tonight?”
Hunter grins broadly at me, “Hey, a man can hope and be prepared.”
“You know, a less open-minded girl might consider that a bit bold.”
He pours some of the liquid on his hand and starts to stroke his cock with it. “Oh, you want bold?” he says, moving against me.
I suddenly tense up as I feel his slick finger brush over my ass. “What if I told you I’ve been dreaming about fucking your ass ever since I met you? Bold enough for you?”
I bite my lip and nod quickly, feeling my pulse race as his finger swirls around my most private place.
“Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “Just relax, I’m not going to hurt you, princess.” His finger grows more and more insistent as he adds pressure. And I’m whimpering at the naughty, forbidden pleasure that finger brings as he circles it around and around. He starts to push in, and I’m gasping as I feel his finger slide inside.
“Holy shit…” I gasp out, clutching at the desk in front of me.
I feel his other hand stroking my back, soothing me as his lips brush against my ear.
“Play with your pussy for me,” he growls, nipping at my ear. I shiver as I nod and reach down between my legs. His finger starts to ease in and out of me as I let my fingers roll over my clit, gasping at the new feelings roaring through me. And slowly, I’m letting myself relax and letting my muscles uncoil as my breathing becomes deeper and the pleasure starts to radiate through me.
He slides his finger out, and suddenly I’m gasping at the feel of his slick cock as he eases it against the tightness of my asshole. I’m rubbing my clit and shiver when he pauses. I look over my shoulder at him, feeling his eyes blaze right into mine and seeing the lust etched across his face.
“Do it,” I moan out, pushing my hips gently back against him. “Please do it.”
He enters slowly, stroking my back as he eases the head just inside. At first, I wince, taking in this totally new feeling, and biting my lip as I feel my toes curl. But a new sensation takes over as he slowly eases in. He slowly fills my ass with his cock and the uncomfortableness turns to something wildly naughty, and head-spinningly wonderful.
Holy shit.
The sensation is wild, and so real and so powerful as he slowly inches every bit of his cock inside. I choke out a gasp as I feel his hips against my ass, feeling his hands slide up over my sides to grip my hips.
“Oh my God—” I gasp, panting as I feel his cock throb deep inside of me.
“You okay?” He murmurs into my ear.
“Yeah, just— just go slow,” I say with a small laugh. “You’re not exactly small.”
His mouth is on my neck, his lips teasing the skin there as his fingers stroke my sides. “I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Slowly, he starts to ease out, and my muscles clench around him, as if trying to draw him back inside. He pushes in again, and suddenly that stuffed full feeling is turning into the most erotically sensual thing I’ve ever felt.
Hunter slowly begins to rock his hips, his slick cock sliding in and out of my clenching, tight ass as he groans and grips my hips.
I’m moaning as the forbidden sensations rolls through me. My fingers blur across my clit as Hunter buries his cock in my ass again and again, and before I know it, I’m gasping as I feel my entire body catch fire and blaze towards that inevitable release.
He twists my head around, and I’m moaning into his fierce kiss, my hand reaching back to clutch at his hair. His thrusting becomes a bit faster, a bit more forceful, and a bit deeper, and I’m moaning with wild abandon as he fucks my ass. I’m close, so close to what’s building to be an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm. The thought that I’m going to come bent over the Oval Office desk with my stepbrother’s cock deep in my ass is almost all it takes to push me over.
“You like my cock in your ass?” Hunter growls into my lips.
I whimper in response, gasping as he thrusts in deep. “M-hmm, yes,” I say with a gasp
He chuckles, his voice dark and deep as he rocks his hips against my ass. “Uh-uh, Maddie, I want to hear you.”
Holy fuck I’m going to come.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says darkly, his voice thick and his cock throbbing deep inside of me. “I want to hear you tell me how it feels with my cock deep in that tight ass of yours, and then I want you to come for me.”
I choke out a sobbing moan, feeling my sanity and reality blurring at the edges. The powerful, forbidden feelings thunder through my body and I whimper.
“It’s so good!” I gasp, one hand on my quivering pussy and the other raking my nails across the desk as he drives in again and again. “It’s so fucking good!”
I hear him groan, and his cock throbs so hot and deep inside, and suddenly his fingers are right there with mine, sliding wetly over my aching clit as I start to tumble over the edge.
“What feels so good, princess?”
The cry comes clawing from my throat as I feel my toes curl and my body starts to crumble.
“It feels so good with your cock in my ass!”
And then I’m shattering as I go off like a bomb. I just explode, the whole world around me going to pieces as one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever felt goes tearing through my like a riptide. Hunter roars and I can feel him throb deep, coming with me as we go flying over the edge.
It’s a blur after that, and I’m dimly aware of another smaller climax flooding through me at just the feel of him before he’s slowly easing out of me and scooping me in his arms. I’m hugging my body against his, breathing into his chest as he carries me across the room to one of the couches, where we collapse into each other panting.
“Holy shit,” I mumble out, feeling the lingering electric buzz of my climax still sparking through my body.
“Yeah,” Hunter says, leaning down to kiss me.
“That was…” I shake my head, feeling my pulse still thudding in my ears. “That was insane.”
34.
I grip the armrests of my seat with a white-knuckle grip, my breath coming quick in my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut. The tightness in my stomach pulls at me, and for a moment, I feel paralyzing fear claw me into the seat as the floor seems to drop away beneath me.
Until I feel his hand o
n mine.
I squeeze it in an iron grip, swallowing heavily and letting my eyes crack open as I turn to look at him with a wary smile on my face. “Sorry, I’m a wimp.”
Hunter grins. “You know, I never would have pegged you as a bad flyer.”
“It’s not— Jesus fuck—” I choke out as the sound of the plane’s wheels tucking underneath sends my adrenaline spiking. “It’s not the flying I’m bad at, it’s the taking off and landings.”
He winks at me and squeezes my hand one more time before quickly dropping it back to his own lap as Emma swivels in her seat to look back at me. “See? Smooth take-off!” She says with a smile. “And now you can relax, close your eyes, and I’ll wake you when we land in San Francisco.”
The plane shudders in a way that I’m sure is a totally natural part of the process, but I squeeze my eyes shut anyways as I gasp.
“Just the wheels,” Hunter says under his breath to me as he chuckles and pats my arm in a very non-sexual way. He turns to look out the window of Air Force One while Emma just sits there beaming at us. She’s been grinning like this more and more over the last three weeks every time she sees the two of us getting along or being nice to one another, like she’s so so proud of both of us for embracing the “loving wholesome step-siblings” card she and the rest of the PR team have been trying so hard to spin after the announcement.
Except three weeks later, things are anything but “wholesome” between Hunter and me. Three weeks later, the word “wholesome” is the last word in the world I would use to describe what’s happening between the two of us.
The words “dirty”, “sinful”, “naughty”, and “perverse” might suit it better.
Three weeks later, and we’re still fooling around like we’re some sort of secret couple; a dirty, secret affair. In public, we play the part, of course. In public, ever since that announcement on national television where Hunter had me coming in front of all of America, we play the step-sibling card to the letter. We do photo shoots back at the VA hospital with wounded veterans, we attend charity events, we smile on television, we go to lavish dinners and galas with members of government and rub elbows with ambassadors.
