by Alexis Angel
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” I start screaming, and the mugger’s eyes widen in surprise. I half-expect him to turn on his heels and start running down the street but, instead, he pushes me against the wall next to me and brings the knife up to my neck. I feel the cold kiss of the blade against my neck and I hold my breath, my heart pumping adrenaline through my bloodstream.
I try and kick the bastard between the legs, but he just jumps back to avoid my feet, his knife still against my throat.
“Gimme the fuckin’ ring, you bitch!” he growls once more, but his voice is drowned by the sound of heavy engines coming up the road. I look over the man’s shoulder to see the presidential motorcade turning onto my block, a door in the president’s limo swinging open fast.
“The ring, bitch!” The man shouts again, but I don’t even hear what he’s saying. My eyes are focused on Austin, watching as he jumps out from the still rolling limo and starts running down the street, closing the distance between him and I.
The moment the mugger is within his reach, Austin just grabs him by the collar and yanks him back. The knife leaves my neck as Austin pulls the mugger away from me, and that happens because the bastard spins around fast and tries to stab Austin.
Sidestepping him, Austin grabs the man by the wrist and just turns it back harshly; the knife drops to the floor and, at the same time, the nauseating sound of bones breaking reaches my ears. Cocking his arm back, Austin then rams his fist into the mugger’s face, and a heartbeat later the man is laying on the ground unconscious, blood dripping down his broken nose.
“Are you okay, Ash?” Austin asks me, coming up to me and placing one hand on my face and the other on my waist. Only then do I realize that my hands are shaking.
“I—I think so,” I tell him, brushing my fingers over my neck, right on the spot where the blade was just a few seconds ago.
“Sir! Are you okay?” A small army of Secret Service agents comes up to us, and they quickly form a perimeter around Austin and I.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Austin tells them casually, waving his hand around. He jumped out of his limo so fast that the Secret Service didn’t have any time to catch up. A man of action, that much is true.
With both his hands on my shoulders, Austin lets his eyes roam up and down my body, trying to check if I’m hurt. As he’s doing it, a few cop cars park close to the presidential limo, and the police hauls the unconscious man up to his feet and then drag him inside one of the cars. The man just made an attempt on a sitting president; I guess it’s going to take a while before he’s out on the streets again.
Parking just before the police cars, a few dozen vans from the local press show up in a flash. They were probably following the motorcade, and they were drawn here by the sudden stop. The Secret Service didn’t have enough time to set a big perimeter, so it doesn’t take much time before Austin and I are huddled together inside a small circle of agents in black suits, a crowd of reporters shouting questions in quick succession.
“Ashley, did you --”
“Mr. President, can you give us a comment?”
“Are you hurt?”
“Did you knock out that man, Mr. President?”
The questions are so many, and they’re coming so fast, that all I can hear is an angry buzz, almost as if the reporters have turned into a swarm of wasps. Running one hand through my hair, I take a deep breath and think of what my next words are going to be. This is an excellent opportunity to show the White House that the millions they’re paying me are well worth it.
“Thank you for your concern, everyone,” I say, raising my voice and looking at the reporters with a smile. “If it weren’t for Austin, I have no idea what might have happened. Just goes to show that he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be tough on crime,” I chuckle softly, grabbing Austin by the arm and pulling him into me. I look at him with a growing smile, hoping that some journalist will snap a picture of my loving look toward the President. Only then do I realize that I don’t need to pretend that I feel thankful toward Austin… He saved me, he protected me, and I’m truly grateful for it. Because, just like I told the reporters, I have no idea what might have happened.
“Let’s go, Ash,” Austin whispers, lacing his arm on mine and trying to guide me toward the presidential limo.
“I guess it goes to show that the President isn’t only a man of his word; he’s also a man of action. I feel safe in his hands, and I think that the American people should also feel safe under his presidency,” I continue saying into a microphone that someone shoved into my face, taking small steps as I follow Austin back to the limo. Yup, I’m inspired right now, and the reporters seem to be eating it up.
“What were you thinking, Ashley?” Austin asks me as we step inside the limo, one of the Secret Service agents closing the door behind us. “You can’t ditch your security detail. You know it’s dangerous,” he continues, but I just lean into him and lay my head against his shoulder.
“Just take me home, Austin,” I whisper.
“I will,” he replies softly, placing one hand on my head and leaning in to kiss my forehead.
16
Austin
I don't think I've ever felt so much adrenaline course through my veins. Watching a fucking man assault Ashley—hold a sharp knife blade against her throat, and not knowing if he's bluffing or not—well, I couldn't jump out of the limo fast enough.
The car was still rolling, and my driver was yelling for me to wait, to think about my safety! he said, but how could I? Did he really expect me to just sit back and fucking watch that? What would've happened if that man decided to push that knife into her throat?
No, I can't even think about that. I shake the thought from my mind like a bad dream.
The fact of the matter is that Ashley's life was in danger and I couldn't allow anything bad to happen to her. I refused to be a bystander to that. It's true that the fucking asshole nearly succeeded in stabbing me as well, but I was never worried. One swift punch to his face, and I knew I had him.
"Please promise me that you'll never ditch your security detail again," I say, looking Ashley in the eyes. We're standing in her bathroom, and I notice a cut on her side. It's bleeding through her shirt. That has to be from the mugger. His blade must've nicked her, and she didn't even realize it.
Adrenaline is an amazing thing. With it, you feel almost super human. Pain disappears. Sometimes you even feel invincible—faster than a missile, and stronger than Mr. Universe … stronger than steel.
"I promise," she replies. "And thank you again. You saved my life."
"I'm just glad I found you in time," I say. "I don't even want to think about what could've happened, had I not have shown up. But that's over now … and you're bleeding."
I point to her shirt, and at the bloodstain blooming across the cotton fabric.
"It's nothing," she says, dismissively.
"No, you're losing blood," I reply, concern growing in me. "It's superficial, but definitely bleeding. I want to take you to the hospital."
I can feel my concern turn into anger. I'm angry at the thought of anybody hurting Ashley. I have an overwhelming urge to protect her.
"It's fine," she says, glancing down at the stain. "Besides, we have a good narrative going, don't you think? I think a visit to the hospital will look bad. It'll throw an ugly wrench in our plan, that's for sure."
"I appreciate that you're thinking about me," I say, "but if we're not going to the hospital, I insist that you let me take a look at that cut. Take your shirt off."
She smiles. "I thought you would be the type who liked to undress a girl."
I look at her for a moment and then close the distance between our bodies. I drag one hand softly up her arm, brush against the side of her cheek, and then place it on the nape of her neck, feeling the long, soft waves of her hair.
We hold each other's gaze for a moment, and then I lean into her slowly. Our lips make gentle contract, just grazing that soft, delicate skin
.
I detect the hint of a smile on her lips, and then she parts her mouth and I slide my tongue inside of her warmth, basting it against her tongue, as passion mounts.
I move my hand up to the base of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and with a pent up lust, I yank her head back, kissing her deeply.
“You are unlike any woman I've ever met before … perfectly delicious,” I whisper, pulling my mouth back from hers.
"You're pretty tasty yourself," she grins. "I could kiss you all night."
"You want this?" I tease, giving her a smile.
"Oh yes," she purrs and reaches out to me, slowly dragging her hands up the ridges of my chest.
"First things first," I say, teasingly. "Let's take a look at this cut."
She pouts her lips, but I delicately grab the ends of her shirt and pull it up and over her head. My eyes travel the length of her body, as she stands there, naked from the waist up, with only a bra, and I watch as goose bumps ripple across her skin.
"You're cold," I say, placing my hands on her.
Immediately, the feel of her takes me back to memories of the limo—our kiss, my hand on the inner softness of her thigh, my fingers traveling up her legs until they were inside of her.
Just thinking about this makes my cock twitch, and I can feel it growing hard, pulsing and pushing on my boxer briefs.
But I try to shake it from my mind.
Now's not the time to be getting turned on. I have to stay focused on taking care of Ashley.
"I agree," I say, trying to bring myself back to reality. "The cut isn't serious. But it does need to be cleaned and bandaged. Do you have a first aid kit around here? Maybe just disinfectant and bandages?"
"I do," she replies. "It's just in this cupboard, over here—ouch."
I watch as she tries to lift her arm up above her head, and winces, quickly bringing it back down.
"Just stay still," I urge her, "I'll get it. No need to move."
I rummage through her cupboard until I find the small white box with a red cross. I open it and take out the provisions I need.
I take a bit of antibiotic cream and gently rub it into her cut, and then place a bandage over it. She winces for a moment, and then smiles.
"Thank you doctor," she whispers into my ear. "But you know what I think?"
"What's that?" I smile.
"I think you should kiss me and make me feel better," she purrs.
As she says this I realize that my connection for Ashley is deepening.
Of course, just one look and she turns me on quicker than a light switch, but it's more than that.
I care about this woman. About her safety, her well being.
That trepidation I felt in the beginning is dissolving, and I'm beginning to trust her.
I’m the fucking ruler of the free world. But I’m willing to give up everything for this woman.
What's happening to me?
17
Ashley
I’m tired of holding back. I’ve been holding back all of my life and now … now it’s time to let go. The world has placed Austin in my path, and I’d be a fool to let him go without surrendering to him. My mind and soul demand it, and my body needs his. More than any other time in my life, I know this is it. This is the man I must surrender to.
“I want you…” I find myself saying, my fingers grabbing at his shirt and pulling him into me. “I need you,” I continue, unbuttoning his shirt button by button, my fingers slowly moving down the front of his shirt and revealing the cut muscles on his chest.
He runs his fingers through my hair as I lean and rest my lips against his pectorals, laying gentle kisses all over his skin. Tugging at his shirt, I untuck it and then push it down his arms, allowing it to float down to the floor.
“I want you too … so fucking bad, Ashley,” he whispers against my ear as I press my chest against his, my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra.
“Then take me,” I whisper back at him, my skin prickling as I feel his fingers running up the side of my body. He reaches for the clasp of my bra, right between my shoulder blades, and unhooks it; then, pushing its straps down my arms, he leans in and kisses the rising curve of my breasts. His lips slide down to the outer edge of my bra and, grabbing it between his teeth, he pulls it down to reveal my rosy tips.
“Take me,” I repeat once more, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him into me harshly. Coming willingly, he parts his lips and then wraps them around my hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and running vicious circles around it with his tongue. He yanks the bra off my body and, while he keeps sucking on my nipple, he cups both my tits and squeezes them softly, my flesh shifting under the touch of his fingers.
“I want that cock of yours,” I continue, the words finding their way into my mouth. I run my fingers over his back, moving them down until I meet the hem of his pants. “I want to feel it inside my mouth…” Stretching my fingers wide, I slide them under his pants and boxers, closing my eyes as I feel his ass cheeks under the palm of my hands. “I want to feel it inside my pussy… I want to feel it everywhere,” I moan as he nibbles at my nipple, pulling it between two rows of pearly white teeth.
“You can do whatever you want with my cock, Ashley,” he replies, his words like a maddening spell. Taking my hands off of his ass, I move them over to his belt and hook my fingers on the buckle. I start unbuckling it slowly, my eyes locking on his as he pulls back from my breasts, flames of desire and lust flickering behind his smart eyes.
Pulling his belt out from its loops, I don’t even blink as I let it fall down to the floor and then undo the top button on his pants. Holding my breath, I pull his fly down and flatten the palm of my hand against the growing shape under his boxer briefs.
“Ever since I tasted your cock for the first time … I can’t think of anything else,” I admit as I curl my fingers around its shape, feeling its thickness pulse against me. “It’s so … big,” I breathe out, my chest rising as I take a deep breath, imagining how it must feel to have something so monstrous inside of me, stretching my virgin pussy wide... Is it going to hurt? God, is it even going to fit?
“That makes two of us…” he says, cupping my tits and squeezing them again. “Your pussy has driven me mad…” he continues, and I feel his cock pulse wildly against my fingers, as if words were working in tandem with the boiling blood rushing down to the huge member between his thighs. “I want to taste it again, Ashley. I want to --”
I place one finger over his lips, hushing him, and offer him a sweet but devious smile.
“You can do anything you want,” I purr, my heart tightening inside my chest as I say it. “Anything you want…” With that, I let my knees buckle under my weight and I lower my body, kneeling in front of him.
I run one fingertip over the length of his cock, measuring it, and then I lean forward and tilt my head slightly. Opening my mouth, I rest it against the shape of his cock and suck it over the fabric of his boxers, closing my eyes as the wild desire to have him inside my mouth takes over me.
I take my hands to his waist and, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull my head back. With a quick movement, I tug both his boxer briefs and pants down, sending them to his ankles. His cock springs free fast, slapping the back of my hand, and I feel lightheaded as I see the size of his member in all of its glory. Seriously, how is something so big going to fit inside my pussy?
“It’s all yours, babe,” he tells me, noticing the hungry look in my eyes. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry and then, stepping out from his pants and boxer briefs, he simply brushes them aside with his feet.
“All mine,” I repeat, biting on my lower lip and reaching for his shaft with my hand. I curl my fingers around it, its warmness spreading to my skin, and I feel my pussy growing so wet that I’m almost afraid of becoming dehydrated.
Slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him at a growing pace. I grow even wetter with each stroke
of my hand, my mind busy imagining how it must feel to have his cock sliding in and out of me at the same rhythm with which I’m stroking him. I never felt desire like this, a completely overwhelming urge to have a man inside of me… But we’re not talking about just any man, are we? We’re talking about Austin, the most handsome man I’ve ever met.
Leaning in, I part my lips and rest them against the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum and closing my eyes as I do it. Still stroking him, I open my mouth as wide as I can and start rolling my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when I feel the skin at the base of his cock. With his long inches buried deep inside my mouth, I open my eyes and look up at him, wanting to see the expression on his face as he takes in the sight.
There’s a mischievous grin on his face as he gazes at me, and I can tell that he’s enjoying the scene unfolding under him. Placing both his hands on my head, he grabs me by the hair and starts rocking his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. Allowing him to fuck my tight little mouth, I remain frozen in place, caressing his balls with my hand and feeling their weight against my palm.
“Fuck, I love your tight mouth, Ashley…” he groans, picking up the pace and rocking his hips at a more urgent rhythm. His balls slap my chin over and over again, and I wouldn’t mind if he simply fucked my mouth until he came.
Now slowing down, he finally slides his cock out of my mouth; wasting no time, I start stroking him again, doing it fast and hard right from the beginning. My hands move so fast that all I see is a blur, my pussy aching and begging my mind to allow him between my legs.
“I could spend all day like this, on my knees,” I tell him, looking into his eyes as I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft. I take my mouth to his balls and, sucking one in, I let it roll inside my mouth as I lap at it with my tongue. Opening my mouth even more, so much that my jaw starts complaining from the effort, I take both his balls inside my mouth and suck on them, my hand still furiously working on his cock.
