Get it together, Cox.
“Do you have a name?”
Wow his mental forehead was going to be metaphorically sore from all the times he was going to smack it or bang it on a figurative desk. Of course she had a name.
The woman blinked, and he wondered if he’d stumped her. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this after all. But then her face went hard, the way she looked at him in class, and she tucked a hand inside her robe, placed it on her hip and pressed her elbow outward, making more of what she had on underneath it visible, and shit, he was going to die. Or maybe he was already dead and this was heaven? He had almost gotten hit by that car when he’d been leaving the sad, sad corner store where he’d picked up the chips and chocolate and wine. Stupid work, making him seem inept. Okay, more inept.
“Of course I do. What are you willing to do to get it?”
What was it about that challenge that made him get hard in his trousers? And perhaps a better question to ask of him would have been what would he not be willing to do to get it, because the latter list was certainly shorter.
“What—” And he thought he’d left the stage of his voice cracking behind in high school. Apparently not. Inconveniently, it seemed to only come out when there was the most attractive woman he’d ever seen standing in front of him in lingerie so sexy even he might consider regulating its availability. It was, frankly, a danger to the public. Or perhaps just to his pants, which were feeling awfully damn tight. “What would you like me to do?”
A ghost of a smile widened her mouth, tipped up the edges. “I’d like for you to get on your knees and lick me until I come all over your face. Can you do that?”
It took everything he had to contain the squeak that threatened to rise out of his throat and make an idiot out of him. But he did it. “I don’t know if I can, but I will endeavor to satisfy you.”
That at least was true. He was a hard worker, whatever his other failings might be. And while he did tend to be oblivious to the world around him, when it mattered he could pay attention. Very, very close attention.
While he would never say so out loud because it seemed presumptuous and backward, he fancied that a wash of pink flushed her cheeks and she seemed to hesitate, like maybe she wasn’t standing on totally firm ground here either. But what did he know? Maybe she did this all the time. Maybe he was the latest in a long line of men she’d commanded to go down on her. Which was fine. He was just glad to have a shot.
She finally seemed to get a hold of herself, and she licked her red lips. “That’ll have to do.”
Then she shed her robe, stripped off her panties, and leaned up against the door while pointing a finger at the floor in front of her. Stupidly, he was still holding the things he’d brought, so he had to scramble to find a table to put them on before he could kneel in front of her. But when he did, oh…
She grabbed a hank of his hair and pulled him toward her, hooking a leg over his shoulder and using her heel to nudge him in as well. The smell of her was almost enough to make him embarrass himself. Distinctly feminine, but earthy and musky because it was a part of her body not just anyone was privy to. Suddenly he was jealous of the bike seat she rode three times a week. Being allowed to be this close to her felt like a privilege, a fantasy he hadn’t known he’d had coming true.
The woman hadn’t given him time to get his hands in place, so at first he just licked and sucked at her labia. Being so close to her, having everything about her fill his senses was intoxicating. His dick was heavy and aching in his pants, and his lungs almost hurt from how deeply he was trying to breathe her in. He nibbled at her a bit because it seemed worth a try. After he’d done it, she seemed to like it, so he did it some more while his cock filled impossibly, feeling like it might burst. He tasted her, inhaled her until she tightened her grip on his hair and tugged him back a bit. She didn’t tell him to stop, which he didn’t want to because everything about her was delicious, so he slid his hands up her stockings—holy fuck, her silky, nearly sheer, smooth and sexy as fuck stockings—and then used his thumbs to part her so he could reach, taste, more of her.
She clearly approved because she used his hair to steer him again, directing his face back between her thighs, which frankly was where he belonged. How could he not have known? It seemed so obvious now.
The smell of her was even more powerful here, and it nearly overwhelmed him. But more than smell, he wanted to taste her. He’d gotten hints of it from her skin before and from when he’d managed to insinuate his tongue into the seam of her, but now she was fully open to him and he was going to take advantage. He wanted to feast on her, but was well aware licking her from her entrance to her mound might not be the most pleasurable thing for her. He allowed himself a few broad strokes of his tongue, and then settled in for more detail-oriented work.
Carter was good with detail. He was good with nuance. Mostly with public policy and understanding how byzantine government regulations worked, but such a skill if tweaked would hopefully also lend itself to pleasing a woman. With his mouth. He paid attention to her sounds, the way she rocked up against his mouth, his face, at one point clutching him so hard to her core he almost couldn’t breathe. It would be worth it, to be deprived of oxygen for a few moments to give this woman pleasure, satisfaction, and his cock pulsed with the thought.
Which much to his delight several minutes later, he did. At least he was pretty sure that’s what her barely discernable words melting into cries and the way she shuddered against his mouth and under his hands meant.
He was positive when she let go of his hair, unhooked her leg, and slid down the door with her legs still spread, but with a gorgeous flush pinking her cheeks. Not the same shade she turned after a hard class on the bike, but one that made her look more dazed instead of triumphant. He’d done that. Perhaps even blown her mind a little?
“Paige. My name is Paige. Nicely done, Carter.”
CHAPTER 6
C arter was kneeling in front of her, his face bright like he’d just won first place at the science fair. He wasn’t too shabby with the female anatomy, that was for sure. And she’d kept her word, giving him her name afterward. But this wasn’t about praise, and it wasn’t about thinking she could really use some ladyhead like that again in the future. It was about cracking Carter Cox wide open, or maybe prying him open, making him feel every fraction of an inch she was taking from him because she could, because she was in control here.
Which meant she should get this show on the road. If Carter’s appearance when he showed up was any indication, he was pulling long days at the office, and he’d likely be at the office over the weekend too. Advocating for stealing funding from people who needed it the most, probably in the process of writing some paper about how HUD shouldn’t even exist. And the worst part was, she wouldn’t be able to tell him he was flat out 100% wrong. Ninety-five percent wrong? Yes. But that last five percent really fucked with her head. Why did he have to be so smart? And so damn good at cunnilingus?
It was unfortunate he’d probably freak when she told him what she had planned next, because not only did she want his ass for lesson-teaching purposes but also because she’d caught the outline of his cock that was getting hard in his trousers, and she wanted to jack him while she reamed his ass. Make him come all over her hand while she asked how it felt to get fucked.
At least now she’d have more details to add to her fantasies. She swallowed a hint of bitter regret at the back of her tongue that whatever came next, this would be her last night with Carter Cox. It was all well and good that Cooper and her wife had figured out how to be together, but it sounded like though they disagreed on a lot of things that they fundamentally respected each other, and she couldn’t say that about the card-carrying Republican on his knees before her.
“Now that I’ve had mine, it’s your turn. I want to fuck your ass.”
HOLY—WHAT—HE—OH, hell.
She wanted to…Paige, that was her name…that’s what she’d said, that�
�s what he’d earned, and she, Paige, wanted to what?
“What?” In his ears, it sounded like an echo, because the word was bouncing around his brain, trying to find an answer. What?
“I said I wanted to fuck your ass, and while I do you’re going to come in my hand as I jerk you off. Are you game or not? You really do need to get better at this whole responding in a reasonable and punctual fashion, you know.”
Yeah, he knew that. Could sometimes spend minutes agonizing over what to say which was why he was better on paper than he was in person. Also why he always made Jamie call the good Thai place because they didn’t have any way to order online.
But pad see ew and som tam were beside the point. Paige was telling him she wanted to fuck him. Which…yeah, one of his girlfriends had been a little into ass play, but that was like slicking a finger over his hole while she was going down on him, or maybe if she was feeling really frisky, sliding a finger inside while they were having sex. It had felt good, but… He’d apparently been playing at the Tee-Ball level of butt stuff, and Paige was talking major league.
Thing was, he wasn’t put off. He liked a girl who knew what she wanted and more so, directly asked him to give it to her. When he’d had a taste of it, it was good. But would it be like wasabi where pretty much all you wanted was a tiny bit to give the main dish flavor? It was possible he should stop eating so much takeout if he was going to think about a condiment for sushi at a time like this.
Focus, Cox. Paige wants to fuck you. And not like ride you like a lawnmower either. Like fuck your ass. You should maybe have an opinion about that.
For all that he wasn’t sure, he was curious. And what would be the worst thing that could happen? He knew where she lived, he knew her first name, she belonged to his gym. It wasn’t like she was going to assault him. She was asking permission for heaven’s sake. Well, sort of. She was telling him what she wanted, and he could either give his consent or withhold it.
“Uh, okay.”
Again, Paige got that vaguely surprised look, her blue eyes widening as if to take everything in, to make sure she’d gotten it right. Then just as suddenly, she righted the USS Paige and stood up, offering him a hand up off the floor.
“Then let’s go.”
HERE HE WAS, naked and on his hands and knees in her bed, head bowed, his perfect ass just waiting for her to grab, to pull him in, for her to push into him. Having Carter here, like this… Some of her anger ebbed. She was still really fucking angry, and still loathed everything he stood for and how he’d failed to stand up for her but was completely willing to get into bed with her now, but he’d bared himself, was offering his body up to her. As much as she would like to—in theory—make him sorry for everything he’d worked for, everything he believed, and for not saying a goddamn word when that shitstain had insulted her…she couldn’t quite do it. Especially because he was so obviously tense.
Pegging had never been something she’d done out of anger or to subjugate the man she was doing it with. It had always been this act of incredible intimacy and trust, of a man letting her do something he’d probably been taught wasn’t okay. She’d wanted to please them, to make them feel good, at the same time as she enjoyed being in a position she so often wasn’t permitted. She liked the power, she liked being the one to penetrate for a change, she liked how fucking wrecked most of them were by it. Giving that bones-turning-to-Jell-o pleasure was a high she hadn’t been able to replicate with anything else, and she didn’t take the responsibility lightly.
So instead of thrusting the cock between his cheeks and taking his hole, she laid a hand on his hip and held him there, stroking a thumb over his skin.
“Carter.” His name on her lips lent him even more humanity. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. You’ve gotta loosen up though, or this isn’t going to work. You don’t have to do this, you know. If it’s too much…”
Paige had given him the option, but she didn’t actually want him to get up and tug his work-bedraggled clothes back on and walk out the door. She wanted him and the corded muscles of his back, that spot of thinning hair at the top of his head that somehow rendered him even more vulnerable. She wanted this man who was so intelligent and yet used his smarts for evil instead of good, who made her feel as though she was sacrificing some of her ideals because she found him so irresistible.
“It’s not. Too much. It’s just…I’ve never done this before.”
“Gotten pegged or had sex with a Democrat?”
His laugh was choked but loud, and she felt a flicker of pleasure that she’d made him give up an honest reaction. It was in moments like this when the anger all drained away and she could just see him as a man that she was attracted to. “Either one.”
She snickered at his quick response, and squeezed his hip, nudging at his crack with the dildo, which made him shudder.
“Well, I’ve fucked a lot of dudes, and not one of them has been a Republican. Which is probably better for you than the other way around.”
Paige gripped the other side of his perfect ass, and slid the lubed-up phallus in between his cheeks. Carter’s head dropped down, making his neck long and his shoulders heave, but he also pressed back against her, rocked his hips like he wanted more. She very much wanted to give him more.
“Yeah. Yes. I want. Paige, please.”
She’d had ideas about him before, of course, had pictured this very moment more than once with her hand buried in her underwear, stroking herself off, but this felt different than she’d imagined. Harder to maintain her righteous anger and the burn of embarrassment from earlier. She actually kind of liked Carter with his bumbling attempts at a compliment and trying to make this more date-like—almost like someone had told him not to show up empty-handed?—but she hated that she did. She should know better. He’d proven earlier he wasn’t a good man.
Still, she didn’t push right inside of him, but instead she worked him open with first a finger, and then two. Hot and slick with lube, plus the way his body shuddered as he tried to keep his breath measured while she prepared him…so goddamn sexy.
Though the turned on part of her was shouting louder than the angry part, she couldn’t bring herself to give him three fingers because it seemed too kind, too indulgent for a man who likely only thought of people precisely like himself as human. Which was also probably why she didn’t exactly take her time. This wasn’t sensual love-making, she wasn’t trying to seduce him or keep him as her lover. She wasn’t trying to date the man, for god’s sake. She wanted to fuck him, and fuck him she would. As soon as she was sure he could take it because she wouldn’t be a monster.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Carter. I’ll go slow, but you’ve got to tell me if it’s too much. You can do it, you just need to give in to me, okay? I know you can.”
His head dipped a few times in a nod, and she was glad she couldn’t see his face. Those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes were killer, made her feel, god, tenderness toward this person who wanted to destroy her life’s work. Not today, Satan.
She pressed the tip of the dildo to his hole and told him to relax before she pushed harder. Stopped when he gasped after she’d worked in the head. “It’ll be easier now. That’s the hardest part. The rest is more fun.”
MORE FUN? He didn’t think he could handle more fun. No, fun wasn’t quite the right word. It hurt some, and he couldn’t say it felt good exactly. It was really…intense. Having Paige work the strap-on inside him had been a test of sorts. Of what he was willing to give, what he was willing to take. He hadn’t been afraid though, not with her gentle coaxing, and knowing what she was doing, but it was still a lot to process. And it’s not like he could talk to Jamie about this. Which was too frigging bad, because if Jamie wasn’t letting Anna peg him, he was missing out.
Carter on the other hand, was not missing a damn thing. Paige was pressing inside him a little before pulling out a touch, and then sliding in further. It was easier to take now, and the pain was settling into something
less sharp, more of a tender throb that made every movement resonate inside him. Made his stomach muscles contract, his balls ache, and his dick, god, his dick was so full he could practically feel his pulse beating in it.
Paige kept talking to him, and though he tried to listen, all he could process was her tone and how it matched her sweet but confident touch, the way she held his hip as if to both steady him and keep him still. Having her inside of him was dizzying. Between that and every spare drop of blood in his body having made a break for his dick, it was remarkable he hadn’t passed out. But he wouldn’t because he wanted to remember this forever. The measured and steady way she took him, how she showed him how to enjoy this part of his body he’d never really considered as having potential for pleasure.
It was surprising but also satisfying to feel her hips and the harness of the strap-on collide with his ass. He’d done it. Taken what she wanted to give, and he’d enjoyed it in a stunned way. And there was Paige, her words coming back into focus.
“That’s good. Let me in. I’m going to move faster now, harder.”
Suddenly Paige’s other hand was circling his pelvis to grip his cock.
“Yes. I—”
“What? What do you want? To get fucked? You think that’s going to feel good?”
Her voice had taken on an edge that he’d caught a bit of before, but he wasn’t going to worry about it. Paige wasn’t going to hurt him. She wouldn’t. Not just because he could easily identify her, but because…she seemed like a good person. Which was a weird thought given their limited interactions, but she’d been kind when he’d been afraid, and hadn’t tried to do anything he wasn’t okay with.
That edge to her voice was nothing. That was what he tried to convince himself of. Because he had to believe on some level in the basic goodness of people if he wanted to set them all loose on this earth.
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