Seduced By The Candidate (The Candidate, #1)

by Beth Klein

  Happy with his conclusion he gathered his things and announced to the increasingly excitable campaign team that he was stepping out for some fresh air and would be back shortly. Jake immediately got up and made as if to accompany him, but Goulding waved him away, refusing to listen to the big man’s vigorous protestations. He needed to escape the realities of his normal life and retreat to a place of untold possibilities and contentment, and that was no place for companions. Regardless of how good their intentions were.

  It didn’t take him long to drive the few blocks to his hotel. Although it had only been a few hours, he felt a longing for Charlotte that was almost a physical pain. Knowing that the only business he had to attend to was that of a deeply personal nature, he suggested that she remain at the hotel. He was surprised when she had agreed with him, without the usual argument or complaint. He hadn’t lied to her as such, but neither had he been completely truthful. Now he felt guilty for not including her in all aspects of his life: good, bad, wonderful, or repugnant. Still he could and would change that and he would start as soon as possible.

  Goulding parked the car and took the stairs two at a time, buoyed by a lightness of purpose that was dizzying.

  “Hi, honey. I’m home,” he shouted with obvious good humor as he burst through the door.

  “Bill? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

  “Far from it, Charlie. I’ve never felt better, but I do want to talk to you. I want to be completely open and honest with you, to tell you everything that I’ve ever kept hidden from you and to ensure that you know that I will always be completely truthful with you, irrespective of what that might entail.

  “O-kay Bill,” she said, more than a little taken aback by such an obvious outpouring of strength and feeling. “That sounds great…a little ominous, but great!”

  So he talked. And he talked. And he talked. As the hours rolled by they relived every significant event of Goulding’s life. Laughing together when he detailed his successes and conquests and crying openly when he recalled the pain of his lowest moments.

  When he re-counted his many shameless actions, she said nothing and merely listened to what he had to say. She refused to judge this wonderful man, regardless of what he had done in a previous life. That was in the past and what lay ahead was a new life, with new priorities, principles and possibilities. She didn’t need to judge him. She accepted him completely for what he was and the very fact that he was so keen to share these events with her told her everything that she needed to know.

  Finally he was done talking and merely sat looking at her; tired, glassy-eyed and emotionally drained. When she said nothing, just for a second he thought that he had misjudged the situation and that she would turn away from him, unable to accept the events of his past. She smiled and he knew that she was his forever.

  “I love you William Goulding,” she said quietly and taking him in her arms, she kissed him passionately on the lips.

  Goulding returned her embrace. As base passion and desire replaced tender emotion, their kisses became more intense and needy. Charlotte ground her mouth into his, so that her touch became as painful as it was exquisite. It left Goulding gasping for breath. Finally, they surfaced for air and as they stared at each other, panting with desire and a desperate need for oxygen, they began to pull at each other’s clothes, yearning for sexual release.

  Charlotte was clad in nothing more than a simple satin robe and in a matter of seconds, she stood before him, naked and beautiful. Goulding’s attire took a little longer to discard, but with deft fingers and an urgent touch, Charlotte had soon reduced it to a simple pile on the floor. Need forced aside patience and romance. Neither party wanted much of a build-up. Charlotte was already wet with desire and anticipation and Goulding stood out hard and insistent.

  Taking control of the situation, Goulding spun her around and embraced her hard. His hands crushing her delicate skin and cupping her breasts while his erection pressed into the small of her back. He stroked, cupped and caressed every inch of her body, pulling hard at her nipples until they stood out, firm and erect, as if they were minor imitations of his own erect manhood. Trailing his fingers down her stomach, he forced her legs apart and plunged his questing hands between her thighs, sinking them deep inside her. His passage was eased by the slickness of her excitement.

  Charlotte moaned and pushed herself back into him, grinding her sex against the delightful intrusion and urging him to push deeper and harder. He obliged and soon she was bucking against his hands in frenzied desperation. Feeling his own arousal intensify in the face of her considerable pleasure, he withdrew his fingers, lest they spend themselves too cheaply. Just as she was feeling the loss of his stimulation, he pushed her roughly forward so that she was bent over, with no choice but to grip the doorframe for support. Naked and exposed, she felt deliciously vulnerable and Goulding took full advantage of her predicament. She felt his strong hands on her hips. In a fluid movement that had her shouting out with pleasure, he drove himself into her.

  He struck her hard, so that her ass burned warmly from his open-palm. She moaned out loud and pushed back, desperate for him to fuck her hard and fast. Again, he was only too happy to accommodate her and pulling back so that only the very tip of his cock remained inside her, her thrust forward with savage intensity that left her feeling ravaged and weak.

  Goulding punctuated each thrust with a smack of his hand and as pain and pleasure combined in a wonderfully heady mixture of erotic fulfillment, Charlotte came hard, shuddering with her release. Goulding himself wasn’t quite done. He was close and as quickly as her shaking legs would allow her, Charlotte spun around and knelt before him. She attacked his glistening member with her hands and mouth, relishing the salty taste of her own orgasm and desperate to gaze up into his eyes as he achieved his own release. It wasn’t long in coming as he jerked and shuddered, unleashing a torrent of thick, white cum across her open mouth, face and hair. The sight of her covered in his ejaculate was infinitely erotic, but as she slowly started to gather the strands and lick them from her fingers, he came again, this time shooting a load deep into her waiting mouth and across her tongue.

  Their immediate needs satisfied, Charlotte drew them both a bath and settled herself into the warm, foamy embrace. Goulding eased himself in behind her and as she cleansed the remnants of their passion from her hair and face, he began to soap her body, slowly and intimately. He used a sponge, slick with soap to massage her shoulders and her back. With her own needs satisfied, she leaned back against his chest and he washed her breasts and stomach. The feel of the rough sponge against her already sensitive nipples made her gasp and beneath the water, she felt his own excitement rekindle.

  Before he could get too carried away, she leaned forward and retrieved her razor and foam from the corner of the bath.

  “Shave me Bill. I want to feel your tongue as it runs over my naked pussy and the cool air on my skin as you fuck me.”

  Far from diminishing Goulding’s excitement, his cock grew harder in response to her words. Despite his obvious desire, he was mindful of the implement’s sharpness and the possibility of hurting her in his eagerness to complete the job.

  As she turned and reclined against the bath’s edge, he took the razor and shaving cream from her and taking a deep breath, steadied himself and his rampant desire. The luxurious feel of the cream against her skin as Goulding gently smeared her sex with the viscous matter was maddening and she found it hard to concentrate on anything else. When the blade drew its first track through hair and cream she gasped and bit her lip, stifling a cry of pleasure.

  Slowly but surely Goulding worked the blade across her skin, going with the natural grain of the already sparse hair and ensuring that Charlotte would experience no discomfort now or in the future. Struggling to keep his mind on track, he pulled the folds of skin taught and removed the hair on every part of her sex, from the area below her navel, all the way back to the tiny blonde hairs that circled her anus.
It was infinitely erotic and the smell of her arousal mingled with the light perfume of the foam to create a heavenly aroma. Her already smooth, flawless skin was anointed by the residue from the foam and it shone with a sumptuous luster that had them both heated and horny.

  As Goulding put down the blade and gently wiped away the remnants of hair and foam he delighted in the smooth feel of the skin beneath his fingers. Charlotte gasped at the sensation of cool air on her hyper-sensitive skin, but she wasn’t satisfied at merely reveling in the elements. She wanted to delight at the feel of Goulding’s mouth, his tongue, his breath and ultimately, his cock.

  She needn’t have worried. Goulding was completely entranced and found himself powerless to prevent bending over to follow the invisible tracks of his fingers, with the wet trails of his tongue and mouth. The slightly prickly sensation of licking against the grain of the hair was countered by the flawlessly smooth sensation when his tongue was reversed in an almost imperceptible paradox of pleasure. He delighted in the sensations and moved his mouth ever closer to the opening of her sex.

  Charlotte moaned loudly and writhed beneath his touch. Her naked skin was so sensitive and delicate that everything enhanced her pleasure and exaggerated the sensations. His breath made her tingle, his lips and kisses made her burn and his tongue.

  Oh God, his tongue! As he circled her clitoris and plunged his tongue inside her, she could hold back no more.

  “Holy shit, Bill! Oh God, that feels good. Yes! There, right there. Tongue fuck me…yes, yes…YES!”

  Goulding’s own desire overcame his need to be a gentleman and now he thought only of his own satisfaction. He sat up and dragged Charlotte towards him, his hands practically spanning her waist and half-lifting, half-pulling her onto his lap. With no need for guiding hands, she slipped onto his engorged shaft and cried out as the position forced him deep inside her. Despite their previous coupling, they were both desperate for more and with water and bath suds splashing everywhere, she began to ride Goulding’s cock, hard and fast.

  Goulding held her hips, guiding her movements and her speed. At the same time, he thrust up to meet her every stroke. Although the surroundings were desperately cramped, the sensations were exquisite and neither party complained as they bucked and thrust towards their own private nirvana. Their previous tryst meant that they were able to stave off their orgasms, but their excitement at this new pleasure meant that all too soon they were experiencing the tell-tale build-up of climax and release. An unspoken understanding passed between them and instead of slowing down to prolong the experience, they chose to speed up and intensify the pleasure.

  Charlotte bounced and splashed and Goulding thrust and pounded and as one their backs arched and they reached a crescendo of pleasure that neither had ever experienced before. As his body shook again and again, Goulding considered that even the potential announcement that he was the new President of the United States of America would struggle to top the way he felt right now.

  * * *

  Charlotte was warm, naked and infinitely alluring. Goulding thought that, given the choice, he would happily have curled up behind her, molded himself to her recumbent form and never needed to move again. Unfortunately, there was that little distraction called ‘winning an election’ to consider and he knew that all too soon they would have to get up and face the music. Groaning with frustration he stretched against the prone figure and chided his twitching erection for the Judas it was.

  “Come on beautiful,” he said, kissing Charlotte lightly on the shoulder. “We’ve got a nation to address.”

  She turned and smiled at him, her ‘just-fucked’ hair falling across her face in a riotous tangle of golden curls and he wondered at the fact that there was no part of her that didn’t turn him on.

  “Yes Mr President,” she purred.

  God she was sexy, but he had already spent far too much time away from his other responsibilities and for a change his personal pleasures would have to wait. He dragged back the covers making her squeal in mock protest as the cold air replaced the cocoon warmth of the bed and smacked her upturned buttocks playfully.

  “Oh, Mr President. You are forceful,” she said rising onto all fours and wiggling her ass in his direction. Ensuring that her eyes never left his, she took her long, elegant middle finger and sucked at it alluringly, before running it all the way along the crack of her ass and burying it deep inside her.

  “Oh well,” thought Goulding, “I guess at least it’ll be my party that I’m late for and not someone else’s!”

  * * *

  From his inner office, Goulding could hear the laughter and merrymaking of his campaign team and invited supporters going on around him. So far no official announcement had been made, but as they had watched the results from the various polling stations begin to pour in, Goulding knew that he was looking at a landslide victory on an unprecedented scale. Knowing that defeat was all but impossible, he had allowed his expectant team to begin the party early and they had accepted the invitation with some gusto.

  Still, he could not yet allow himself to lower his guard and enjoy the moment. So that his tense nervous mood didn’t spoil the overall sense of exhilaration, he retired to his own office and switched on the television. The election coverage special had been ever present as background noise, but he wasn’t really focusing on it, preferring to lose himself in his own private reverie.

  When the flawlessly beautiful anchorwoman announced that the program was being interrupted by a special news broadcast, his interest piqued. He concentrated on the program wondering if this was the news that he had been waiting for.

  * * *

  “We interrupt this broadcast to bring you some breaking news and something that had it not been for the events currently taking place across America, would have guaranteed the headlines in tomorrow’s tabloids.

  What you are seeing are events that took place around forty-five minutes ago, when police officials arrested all three managing directors of the firm Quest Realtors. Although officials haven’t yet confirmed what the trio have been charged with, our sources have suggested that they could be as serious as coercion, blackmail, money laundering and even murder.

  Quest has become something of a household name recently, with a string of lucrative acquisitions and business deals that have made the company millions of dollars in pre-tax profits. All three men have labeled the accusations as ridiculous and vowed to fight any charges that are brought against them.

  We hope to bring you the full story and a more detailed update of events shortly and understand that several of the nation’s newspapers will be running the story in their early print editions tomorrow. Whatever the truth behind this story, it would seem that there are still plenty of awkward questions to be answered and we will continue to monitor events closely.

  Now we return you to the scheduled program and the run in for the 2012 presidential election.”

  * * *

  “Well, well, well…looks like Brian actually did it,” thought Goulding with a smile and considered ruefully that for the first time in a long time he would be more than willing to share the limelight and the headlines with someone else!

  The weight that he had felt on his shoulders for so long had finally been lifted and he felt like his whole life lay ahead of him, glittering and full of promise. Goulding rose from behind his desk, switched off the television and adjusted his tie, so that once again he was the immaculate face of the Republican Party. Satisfied that his appearance reflected that of his position, he opened the inner office door and went out to join his loyal campaign team.

  Goulding slowly navigated the room, shaking hands, clasping shoulders affectionately and even embracing a slightly embarrassed John Lyndsey with real warmth and affection. As he graciously accepted a warm round of applause, the room suddenly fell silent and all eyes turned to the big screen that had been erected in the corner of the office. He had been so pre-occupied with the events of the past four months that he had complete
ly lost track of the time and now everything that he had ever worked for would culminate in a single moment of truth.

  He had the woman of his dreams and the most powerful position in the civilized world in the palm of his hands, and God willing, with his acceptance speech he would introduce Charlotte to the world. He would address the criticism and bad feeling and slowly but surely demonstrate that a piece of paper and a ring were merely material goods, and that the sanctity of commitment and love were all that actually mattered.

  Overcoming horrendous injuries and emerging better and stronger had been hard, rising through the political ranks and winning the presidency had been harder. Could he take on the values of the religious masses and persevere? Was he strong enough to change a two millennia old dictate? Of course he could, after all he was William Goulding and overcoming ridiculous odds was what he did best!

  Although he watched the glamorous anchor woman, he was completely lost in his own thoughts and he didn’t actually hear the name when she announced it, not that it mattered. The room erupted in a cacophony of noise that was so loud and violent, it was almost oppressive. As the initial roar died down, Goulding could make out exuberant cheering and raucous applause and he knew that he had done it. He was the next President of the United States of America, the most powerful man on the planet and there was nothing that he couldn’t do.

  The Candidate Book #2

  Book #2 will dig deeper into the relationship of William and Charlotte. Can they make it as boyfriend and girlfriend in the white house?