Say Yes, Senator: A Best Friend's Little Sister Political Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  I pulled out of her and replaced my cock with three fingers, thrusting them fully inside. I didn’t want this to be over yet. I took them out and pushed them into her mouth, letting her get a taste of herself.

  “Taste yourself.” She moaned, grinding against me. I slapped her ass, fucking her mouth with my fingers. “Delicious, hm?” I brought them back into her pussy and made several thrusts before I pushed them into my mouth. She was looking at me over her shoulder with her darkened eyes. I could look at those eyes all day long.

  I went down to my knees again, holding her ample ass with my hands, and licked her mound all over again. Her juices were overflowing out of her, trickling down her legs, and I sucked in a breath, close to completely losing control.

  “I want you to explode again, but this time on my mouth. I want you to make a mess out of my face.”

  I pressed my face against her pussy and pushed three digits into her tight canal. She whimpered and pushed closer to me, which sent my fingers deeper into her. I found her g-spot and rubbed against the bumpy flesh. She was rocking her hips left and right, up and down, moaning into her hand as she grew more restless.

  I sucked her clit roughly, increasing my pace by a second, and soon she was orgasming so hard that her juices squirted out and splashed my face. She probably soaked my shirt too, but I didn’t care about it at all. I had a spare shirt in my office, anyway.

  “Jesus, Camilla. You’re sexy.”

  This time, I spun her around and picked her up. She wound her legs around my waist and clung to my shoulders, the expression on her face that of an ecstasy. Grabbing my dick, I brought it to her entrance and rubbed my tip against her wet folds before I pushed into her once again.

  “Merritt. Oh God, I’ve never felt like this before.”

  I pressed my hand into her ass and groped her boob over her clothes with the other hand. I wished she was naked. I wanted to cum all over her tits. Next time, I promised myself.

  “I can’t get enough of you. What are you doing to me?” I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and tugged at it, going faster and faster. Our tongues clashed against each other.

  “Don’t stop! Please don’t!” She pleaded and smashed her lips against mine again, clutching my shirt.

  I could feel the pressure building up deep in me, quickly reaching its bursting point.

  “I’m going to come, Camilla.”

  “Yes. Me too.”

  A couple more thrusts later, we exploded at the same time, our mouths fusing together as the ecstasy overcome us, and for some reason I wanted to laugh my ass off. I felt unusually happy and calm, which left me baffled.

  This was supposed to be just sex, but somehow it wasn’t. It went deeper than that, but I couldn’t pinpoint how exactly it affected me. All I knew was that I wanted to do it again with her, and that alone was a shocker. And the weirdest part was that it wasn’t just about her body or a good sex. I genuinely enjoyed her company and wanted to know more about her.

  What was happening to me?

  8

  Camilla

  I held onto Merritt tightly, unable to catch my breath. This had been one of the longest orgasms I’d had, and I was still in a daze. I closed my eyes, enjoying his scent and closeness. I felt so secure next to him, and I wished he could hold me like this longer.

  “I’m sorry for your shirt,” I said with a giggle, looking at the stain below his neck. I had actually ruined his shirt. Imagine that.

  He grinned. “Don’t worry about it. I have the spare one in my office.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  Carefully, he pulled out of me and put me down on my feet, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. There was something in his gaze that hadn’t been there before, and I didn’t know what to make of it.

  “Merritt?” My pulse quickened. I was unable to look away.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said barely audibly, creating flutters in my stomach. The softness in his gaze melted something in me, gluing me to the ground. I wasn’t able to speak. “There is something irresistible about you.”

  I could barely breathe, my chest inflating with emotions. I tried to turn this into a joke because I didn’t have it in me to deal with what I was experiencing right now. It was unexpected and intense. “I bet you say this to every woman.”

  He didn’t smile. No, he remained serious, cupping my cheek with his warm hand. I was leaning into it before I was even aware of what I was doing.

  “Actually, you’re the first who I’ve said that to. I’ll be honest with you. Usually, I fuck girls and that’s it. I don’t have the need to tell them these things. Hell, they don’t even make me feel anything.”

  “But I do?”

  His lips curled into a half-smile, his unblinking gaze taking my breath away. “If you only knew… I can’t even put it into words, but I enjoy this more than I’ve thought.”

  “This?”

  “Being with you. You.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what this is, but it feels good, right even.”

  I didn’t know what to say. Did I feel the same way? I got dressed quickly and left the closet before he could say anything else. This was new territory to me too. I couldn’t fall for a playboy like him.

  I returned to work right before the lunch time finished, hot and bothered from the hot scene in the closet. I sat down at my desk and willed my mind to think of anything else but Merritt, however, it was impossible.

  I covered my face with my hands and sighed, reminded of the look in his eyes as he told me those words… He had been honest. I could feel it. He wasn’t just sweet-talking me. Even the kiss that he gave me in the closet before we parted ways had felt different. It felt meaningful.

  “Camilla? Did you hear me?” I winced and dropped my hands, meeting the gaze of my coworker. If my memory served me right, her name was Megan.

  “Yes?”

  “I said that the Congressman had asked for you. He has some important guests and needs you to serve them coffee.”

  “Sure. I’m right on it.” I jumped to my feet, telling myself to focus and stop daydreaming. I was working now, and I couldn’t afford to mess this opportunity up because of Merritt. I was better than that.

  “Are you okay?” Megan asked me, her head tilted to the side, observing me.

  I stopped in my tracks. “Yeah. Why?”

  “You look flustered.” I almost pressed my hands against my cheeks, which felt scalding hot. I didn’t need her to become suspicious about me and sniff out what happened just a few minutes ago.

  If she only knew I had just been banged, right near our office…

  And then it hit me. I was being an idiot. I was playing with my career here for… What? A few quickies? And then what? I would be without a job and back to square one. What if my boss had seen us? What if someone else had seen us and started the rumors? What if Carter found out?

  Letting Merritt take me to that coat closet was a mistake.

  I choked back my annoyance with myself, making sure my neutral mask was on. I had to play my cards right.

  “It’s just that it’s a bit too hot in here.” I fanned myself with my hand.

  Megan glanced over her shoulder at the AC that wasn’t functioning currently. “Yeah, they should fix that AC by the end of this week. We’re all dying in here from the heat.”

  “You can say that again.”

  She returned to her computer to work on some document, and I went to the coffee maker, relieved that I managed to convince her with that excuse. That faulty AC was a lucky coincidence.

  I expected to see Merritt by the end of my day, but it didn’t happen. Later, I heard from Megan that he was one of the most respected and liked people around here. Almost everybody had something nice to say about him, emphasizing the fact that he was an honest and hard-working politician with a vision.

  He was dedicated and wanted to make our country a better place, which was praise-worthy. This was one of the things that made me more at
tracted to him because we were the same. We wanted to change the world for better.

  I was so tired by the time I came home, and I wanted to hit the sack early, but I had promised my mom I would Skype her as soon as I finished with my job. So I showered, made myself a sandwich, and turned on Skype.

  “Hey, Mom,” I told her when her video popped up on my screen.

  A tender smile illuminated her face. “Hello, sweetie. I’m so happy to see you.”

  I smiled back at her. “You sound like you haven’t seen me since last year.”

  “Oh, you know how mothers are. Consider yourself lucky that I don’t call you once in every hour and demand to know your whereabouts.” She rolled her eyes. “I heard one of our neighbors does that to her son every day.”

  “Mrs. Wilson, I guess?”

  “That’s right. Poor boy can’t escape her, because that woman has her claws deep in him.”

  That “poor” boy, as she called him, was also a junky teenager who had a criminal record, but his mother’s behavior could explain some of his misdeeds.

  “So how was your first day at your new job?”

  Almost instantly, the images from that closet appeared before my eyes, and I was sure my cheeks had gone red.

  “It was… It was pretty interesting. It was busy and my colleagues are nice.”

  “And your boss? Does he treat you well?”

  “Yeah. He’s cool.”

  “Good. I’m relieved to hear that. I know how fussy those politicians can be, so I’m glad your boss is not one of them. I remember Carter’s first job on the Hill, that man was a menace.”

  “He isn’t fussy at all. He was kind to me the whole day.”

  “And is there any love interest?” She wiggled her eyebrows. As if following a command, my cheeks reddened again. I pushed the strands of my hair to the front so that I could hide my face with them. I was acting like a teenager. Ridiculous. “You haven’t said anything to me for a while, and I was beginning to wonder if there is anyone—”

  “No, there isn’t anyone,” I interrupted her, my words sounding unconvincing even to my own ears.

  “Are you sure?”

  I remembered how close I felt to Merritt as he held me in his arms in that closet and shuddered. I had no idea what made me unable to get him out of my head, but it had to end right now. I had to focus on my job and forget about Merritt.

  “One hundred percent,” I answered, determined to keep my distance from him the next time I saw him.

  I continued to do menial work for the next several days, but I was actually enjoying it. I was getting closer to the people I worked with and even the Congressman commended me for my efficiency. I was sure that if things continued this way, he would entrust me with more serious tasks any day now.

  I didn’t see Merritt again, but that was probably a good thing. I didn’t have to busy myself with thinking about the ways to avoid him. The second day of work, I was anxious, waiting for him to appear from any corner, but by the fourth day, I was finally able to relax and keep him out of my mind long enough to get my job done.

  I intended to keep everything that had happened between us under wraps. Luckily, no one had found out about the moment we shared in the closet.

  I knew that there could be something there and was super attracted to him, but I didn’t know how to make my feelings and my new work life work together. I had a hunch things could get pretty complicated if we acted on emotions and kept seeing each other, not that I wanted it at this point.

  It was for the best that we didn’t see each other again. Besides, he was probably only temporarily interested in me and would get bored with me eventually. I didn’t want to risk my career for someone like him. Yes, the sex was amazing, but I shouldn’t forget he was a playboy, even though he said those words in the closet.

  Men like Merritt didn’t love. They never meant anything serious, acting on their impulses with no worries about the consequences. I couldn’t afford that luxury of screwing around with no care. I liked my job and I wanted to keep it.

  The next time I saw him, I would tell him straight off there would be no more sneaking around with him. Whatever we’d had was over.

  9

  Merritt

  The days had passed by in a blur, one meeting morphing into another, along with a couple of interviews I had to give to media outlets. I could hardly get enough sleep, surviving on coffee and microwaved food mostly.

  I was attending another boring meeting talking about donors and how to continue to move forward with my career, and I had a hard time paying attention to what others had been saying. The congressional elections were coming up in less than a year, so I had to decide whether I would run for reelection or else.

  My donors were a bunch of small and big corporations and individuals, and it would be in their best interest to get me reelected. The odds were on my side, so all I had to do was to make up my mind about it.

  I looked at my associates, donors, and assistants, who were sitting at the conference table with me, and almost made an exasperated sigh. This meeting was dragging on and on. They were making calculations for the campaign, and usually I was all about this stuff, but I hadn’t seen Camilla in a few days, and my mind kept returning to her.

  Before, all I needed to do to lose my interest in some girl was to fuck her. So after we got out of that coat closet, I thought I would be able to get her out of my system, especially since I’d already had her more than once. I was sure I was going to continue with my day as I did usually and forget about her despite the strong connection between us that I felt in that closet.

  Camilla proved me wrong time and again. I had gone to a bar, knocked back a few, and began to look for someone to spend my night with, but my plan flopped. Sure, they were all sexy, but no one was as beautiful or interesting as Camilla. I had continued to compare her to everyone else without even realizing it. My dick was hard, but not for those chicks that paraded in front of me in their flashy dresses, but for Camilla.

  I had returned home that night, jerked off in my shower to the fantasies of Camilla, and went to sleep in hopes of seeing her the next day.

  But the next day came and went, and I wasn’t able to see her. I was running from one meeting to another without a breather, and when lunch time came, and I passed her office, she was nowhere to be found.

  And then I concluded one thing. I was missing her. I wished I could bump into her again, my pulse always picking up whenever I was near her office. I kept wondering what she was doing or if she was missing me too.

  I heard from her boss that she was doing well and that she was showing promise to make progress sooner rather than later, and somehow, I was relieved. For some reason, I cared enough to want her happy and accomplished.

  Cared?

  “So what do you think, Merritt?” one of my associates asked me, pulling me away from this sudden, quite unexpected revelation.

  I snapped my head to look at him, having no clue what he was asking me about. “Sorry?”

  “What do you think about Greg’s proposition to organize another fundraising event in two months? It could attract new donors. Announce your plans for reelection then?”

  I tapped my fingers on the table, suddenly too restless to stay in place. I wanted this meeting to be over with.

  “I’ll think about it,” I responded vaguely, almost counting minutes until the end.

  After what seemed like an eternity, we were done with the meeting, and I darted out of the conference room in hopes of seeing Camilla even though her office usually closed an hour ago.

  I passed her office and even glanced inside the spacious room, but her desk was empty. There were only a few people left, and I moved away from the door before they noticed me and asked me what I was doing there.

  “What the hell are you doing, Merritt? Get a hold of yourself.” I muttered to myself and headed out, annoyed with my own disappointment for not being able to see her aside.

  An hour later, I got
some whiskey with Carter. We were sitting in a downtown hotel bar that Carter often visited because it was easy and convenient for him to just meet someone and take them to a hotel room right away. I had been avoiding him for a few days, and he was catching on. But I couldn’t tell him about Camilla, he’d freak out. Probably call their parents and send her back to our small town. Or worse his parents would call mine… Either way it’d be a nightmare. But I couldn’t avoid him forever.

  “Have you seen that chick?” he asked me, pointing at the blonde that had passed us as she walked to the bar, rocking her hips in a way that left no doubt that she wanted attention. And she got it because Carter wasn’t the only guy who couldn’t take his eyes off of that ass.

  I had to admit, she had a great ass.

  “Wanna make a pass at her?” I asked him.

  He took a swig of his whiskey. “I don’t know, man. It’s a dead heat between her and that brunette over there.” He pointed at a small woman with a curly hair standing near the bar, currently sitting all by herself and drinking beer.

  “I thought redheads were more your thing.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t discriminate during desperate times.”

  I laughed, shaking my head at him. “Desperate times? How long has it been? Three days?”

  “Actually, since last weekend. I’ve been pretty busy, so now I feel like I would do anyone just to scratch that itch.”

  I grinned at him. “You’re a horny bastard.”

  “Like you’re the one to talk. You can’t live without sex.”

  “Yeah, but I’m not obsessed like you.”

  “You think? You go through women more often than anyone I know.”

  I thought of Camilla and how no other woman interested me these days. Even now, I couldn’t find anyone that I wanted to spend my time with. Just striking up a conversation with someone new was annoying.

  “But how about you? Which one do you like?”