Dirge (Devastation Trilogy 1)

by Lesli Richardson

  See what he feels like when he comes with me fucking his ass.

  Make him beg me to come, to make him come.

  All of it.

  Everything.

  And more.

  “In fact,” she continues, “let me sweeten the pot. I’ll even let you take him home with you tonight. Fuck his brains out and let him come a couple of times. Maybe you can get a good night’s sleep for a change. I’ll pick him up from you in the morning on my way in to work. He’d better be bow-legged and walking funny, and you’d better be in a better fucking mood.”

  She reaches under him and gives his cock a pump, making him moan. “What do you say, boy? You want to be a living example of the spirit of the Volunteer State in action? Get a free night of orgasms I don’t beat out of you first? Take one for the team to help our esteemed governor out of his fucking mood before I end up killing him for being a fucking grumpy asshole?”

  He’s trying to hump her hand, which has the added effect that now he’s fucking himself between the fake cock in his ass and her fist. His head drops to the desk. “Y-yes, Ma’am.”

  I don’t even realize I’ve stood until I’m rounding the other end of the desk. I fist Declan’s hair with my left hand, tip his head back, and circle the base of my cock with my right. His mouth is already opening for me. I grit out a deep moan between clenched teeth as the warm, wet heat of his lips and tongue close around my cock.

  My breath whooshes out of me, like someone’s punched me in the chest. Physically, it feels sooooo fucking good, but I can’t help the memory that also tries to pop to the surface.

  I shove it back into the depths with a whispered apology.

  Not now.

  I need this.

  “George,” Casey teases, “that’s not an answer.”

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Fucking yes—okay. Yes.”

  She laughs. “Oh, goodie. Don’t waste that load in his mouth, though. Let him fluff you.” She drops a condom pouch onto the middle of his back. “I want his mouth.” She pulls out, and I realize the dildo she was fucking him with is a little larger than my cock. “Let me go dump this in the sink, and I’ll be right back.”

  She steps into her private bathroom while I cup Declan’s face in my hands.

  It finally slams into me what I’m doing—and how many HR guidelines I’m probably breaking in the process, if not laws.

  As he stares up at me with hungry desperation in his eyes, I realize something else—

  I don’t fucking care.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Then

  I sit back in my chair, thighs spread wide, my tie flipped over my shoulder and out of my way as I smile down at Ellen and stare into her beautiful green eyes. She brought me lunch at the capitol building today because I have four committee meetings back-to-back.

  Now I’m giving her a little snack in return.

  I’m Speaker of the Senate, and I have too much fucking work to do. Plus we’re leaving in four weeks for the vacation of a lifetime overseas. Sure, it’s a tourism thing, technically work, but I’m paying for Ellen’s ticket.

  The kids are traveling to Alaska with my brother Chase while we’re gone. He’s going there for work for a couple of weeks, and they’ve rented him a house, meaning plenty of room for our three kids to go with him.

  That means the trip of a lifetime for our kids, too, and a high school graduation trip for Ryder.

  Alaska’s on my bucket list, but that’s a vacation Ellen and I want to take on my fiftieth birthday, just the two of us, to celebrate.

  But I have had one shitty-ass day already, and I still have half a day of bullshit ahead of me.

  Daddy has a little rage to dump.

  I fist her hair with my right hand and ease my cock deeper into her throat, smiling as I feel her swallowing to take it without gagging.

  Fuck, she’s so sexy like this.

  “No panties on the plane over there,” I whisper to her. “We’ll figure out some way to join the Mile-High Club.”

  She softly whimpers around my cock, and where she’s straddling my right foot I feel her grinding herself against my shin, trying to get off. The standing rule for these interludes is if she can grind out one or more before I come, she’s welcomed to it. Otherwise, she has to wait until tonight.

  My good girl isn’t wearing any panties today, either.

  I had just enough time this morning, before I left for work, to redden Ellen’s ass with my bare hand, leaving her needy and horny.

  She swallows again as I make her take it all, until her nose is pressed against my abs and she’s staring up at me with growing desperation. She can deep-throat me nearly every time, and it never gets old.

  Just as I know she’s close to coming, before she can get over, I play dirty. I grab her hair and pull her up and off my cock, making her stand. I reach for her and drag her onto my lap, straddling me face-to-face, muffling her moans with my mouth while I shove my cock up and into her ready pussy.

  Making me softly moan, too.

  I don’t know how many Speakers of the Senate have fucked women—or men, most likely—in this office, but I take great pride in the fact that it’s my own wife—and only her—who I fuck in here on a regular damn basis.

  The fact that it’s frequently less risky doing it here than at home with two teenagers still in residence isn’t an irony lost on me.

  Ellen drapes her arms around my neck as she rides me. I grab her ass with both hands and pinch her, hard, dig my nails in and rake them along her flesh—anything I can do since I obviously can’t spank her in here.

  She shivers in my arms and furiously tries to grind on me.

  She will be getting more than a few spankings while we’re on vacation though, and both of us can hardly wait for that. The only dampener might be hotel acoustics. We’ll be traveling with Governor Ed Willis and his wife, Tina, as well as John and Ceely Stinson, the state’s tourism commissioner and his wife. I don’t need them hearing me spank her through paper-thin hotel walls, so we’ll play things by ear.

  No pun intended.

  I’m in a mood today, so I don’t hold back. I’m frustrated by one of my fellow state senators who’s stalling a vote in committee, and another who keeps adding goddamned pork-barrel amendments to what are supposed to be clean bills. I had to threaten one guy that I would go on deep background and expose the fact that he’s been paying a male prostitute for sex if he didn’t stop harassing another lawmaker in the press about the other’s divorce to wife number four because she caught him in bed with soon-to-be wife number five.

  And the two dipshits are brothers, believe it or not.

  This is me, staring in Tennessean at both the morons. If they’re trying to race Florida to the bottom, then they’re winning.

  Then I had to put out another fire when one guy wanted to grandstand and make a speech—on the fucking floor—about the horrors of abortion and how he heard on Fox News that they’re selling baby parts at Walmart.

  I wish I was making that up. I’m assuming he misheard something, or it was something reported to him second-hand.

  Or he could have dementia. I mean, seriously. He’s on his first term as a state senator, but apparently because the people in his district are idiots they elected him—at ninety-fucking-two, first public office he’s ever held, and he doesn’t even have a high-school diploma or GED—over a woman who’s literally a constitutional lawyer.

  Yes, she was a Democrat who’d been a Republican up until three years ago when she changed party affiliation. But I was personally hoping she’d win because she’s a moderate and, oh yeah, not a senile fucking idiot.

  Needless to say, Sir needs more than a little stress relief right now.

  My good girl always obliges.

  I thrust up into her, my lips slanted over hers and swallowing every sweet sound. I nearly giggle when I come, because she’s not there yet and she softly whines, disappointed and horny and frustrated.

  “Fuck,” she mumbles agains
t my mouth. “You motherfucker.”

  I smile and pinch her ass, hard.

  “Motherfucker, Sir,” she amends.

  I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, holding her close, her head tucked against my shoulder. “I’ll take care of you tonight, girl,” I whisper into her hair. “Just think how much better it’ll be for waiting.”

  She grumbles and tries to shift herself around on my softening cock. I don’t do bad for a guy of forty-four. She’s forty-two, but sometimes we’re as horny as a couple of teenagers, now that our kids are almost all grown and gone. We don’t have to worry about oopsie babies, because she had her tubes tied after Aussie arrived. I offered to get a vasectomy, but she wanted there to be absolutely no possibility of failure.

  Or any possibility of her changing her mind and trying to talk me into getting it reversed, which we both know I would have done.

  I might be in charge, but I cannot tell my girl no when it’s something I know she desperately wants.

  Well, except orgasms. But she always gets those.

  Eventually.

  I never allow her to go to bed unsatisfied.

  I was more than happy with one kid. She was the one who decided she wanted two more after Logan was born.

  Although now, looking back, I can’t imagine my life any different than it is now. It’s truly perfect. I have a career I reasonably enjoy, a wife I love with all my heart, a happy marriage, and three kids who are apparently happy and not too fucked up.

  She plays with my tie, pulling it back into position and smoothing down the front of my shirt. It’s not uncommon for me to gag her with one when we fuck at work, although it is logistically easier to fuck at my office at the law firm, where I’m usually working when the Senate’s not in session.

  When I inhale, the sweet floral scent of her shampoo fills my lungs. This is my favorite shampoo of hers, and if they ever stop making it, I might cry.

  I glance at the time and sigh. “I don’t want to end this, but I need to eat, girl. I won’t have another chance until late tonight.”

  She sits up and I stare into those beautiful green eyes of hers. She gave them to Aussie, and I know I’ll be beating guys up who want to date my daughter, because she’s just as beautiful as her mother. Ryder and Logan both got my blue eyes and strongly resemble me.

  “Love you, Sir.”

  I pull her in for one more long, sweet, tender kiss, because I can’t help myself. “Love you, too, girl.”

  Nearly twenty-five years together and still going strong.

  We must be doing something right.

  * * * *

  “Motherfucker,” Ellen mutters around the makeshift gag of her panties jammed in her mouth.

  The same ones she wore all day today while sightseeing.

  I did warn her there’d be a price to pay for the privilege, and she’s been with me long enough to know this was the most likely option, given we’re literally halfway around the world from home and I had limited access to implements.

  She’s on her hands and knees on our hotel bed.

  I lean in, the plastic souvenir ruler I picked up today in my hand. It’s got a picture of the Kuala Lumpur skyline on it, and it’s leaving nice marks on her ass. “Was that a complaint, girl?”

  “No, Sir,” she mumbles around the panties, and I hear her muffled laugh.

  I giggle.

  Best. Vacation. Ever.

  My girl has a sailor’s mouth when we’re alone, but I love that about her. Her and her bestie, Casey, can both swear up a storm.

  I smack her again and watch the red welt form on her flesh as she grunts at the impact.

  “Your mouth says motherfucker, girl, but your pussy says fuck me.” I slide two fingers between her legs and she softly moans as I effortlessly push them inside her.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpers around the fabric balled up in her mouth. She’s trying to fuck my hand but I’m well experienced with her tricks and don’t let her have enough traction to get over.

  We leave tomorrow morning for the last leg of our journey, a flight to Manila. Even better, once we return home, we’ll still have the house to ourselves for nearly a week before the kids return.

  We’ve chatted with them a couple of times since we’ve been over here, but they’re busy enjoying themselves, and we’re…

  Well, they don’t need to know their parents are busy fucking their way across Southeast Asia like a couple of horny teenagers.

  After I’ve tortured her enough, I flip her over onto her back and reward her. I love the sound of her moans as I eat her out, the feel of her nails as they rake across my scalp, her fingers digging in, the way she grinds against my mouth.

  I’ll never forget our first time together, where she actually sat up, stopped me, and explained how to properly do it. At least I am a fast and eager student, and Ellen had no trouble giving me guidance to teach me how to make her feel good.

  Apparently, I was not a natural at sex. It was humbling to realize my two ex-girlfriends must have been faking it when we were together. No wonder they broke up with me, but in retrospect a good thing.

  Because Ellen and I have been together ever since we first started dating.

  From those initial fumblings we now have an active and satisfying sex life, because I am nothing if not an overachiever.

  Especially when it comes to my girl. The beautiful love of my life.

  After I’ve made her come several times, I sit up, eagerly slide my cock inside her pussy, and pin her wrists over her head with my hands.

  This is my time now. Sometimes she can get over like this, sometimes she can’t. If she’s still horny when I’m done, she’ll get round two from me. I might make her wait during the day because I am a sadist, but I never let her go to bed unsatisfied.

  Ever.

  I think it’s one of the reasons she’s put up with me for over twenty years.

  I pull her panties out of her mouth so I can kiss her while I fuck her. Tonight I pound into her, a hard, deep fuck to take away the sweet ache in my balls that I’ve had ever since dinner and watching her in the sundress she bought today while we were shopping.

  It doesn’t take me long tonight to build up and spill into her. As I catch my breath I sit up and stare down at her.

  “Love you, baby.”

  She smiles, wrapping my heart around her even more tightly, if that’s possible. “Love you, too, Sir.”

  She’s beautiful, her long, brown hair spilling around her head like a veil, or a halo, perhaps. She is my angel, my goddess, the center of my universe. I sometimes get snide remarks from my fellow senators who say I’m making them look bad to their wives because Ellen and I are so disgustingly happy.

  Fuck them. That’s their problem.

  I take care of my girl because she takes care of me and our family, and that’s how both of us are happiest. I still haven’t decided for sure if I want to run for governor or not. She says I should. I really thought I did want it, but these past two weeks have been amazing.

  Maybe it’d be better to retire from public life, return to practicing law, and cut back on my hours. We can afford it now. Spend more time relaxing. That’s why I worked so fucking hard all these years, wasn’t it? To build us a good life so we could enjoy it and retire one day?

  Except Ellen keeps talking about everything we could accomplish with me in office, especially regarding education initiatives. That’s a cause near and dear to her heart, because she was a special-ed teacher.

  And I think it’d disappoint her if I didn’t run.

  There’s still plenty of time to decide that, however.

  Either way, I know I can do anything as long as my girl’s by my side.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Now

  I hear the sink in Casey’s bathroom run while she’s actually humming to herself. I recognize it’s a song from Hamilton but I’m not sure which one. I think it might be “Helpless,” but I’m not sure.

  Meanwhile, I keep Declan�
�s head clamped between my hands and hold his nose pressed against my abs while I savor the growing desperation in his brown eyes. He hasn’t gagged, or struggled, but he hasn’t figured out how to breathe during a blowjob, apparently.

  Good. Something I can teach him.

  Something he’ll get very skilled at very quickly.

  Because I’m diving through this doorway head-first without looking.

  Self-destructive?

  I’ll own it.

  I don’t fucking care.

  For the first time since I walked through my front door without Ellen by my side nearly two years ago, I feel…alive.

  It’s a dark and ugly kind of vitality, my inner sadist screaming to do all sorts of dirty and perverted things to and with him, but I’ll take it.

  It’s better than what I’ve been feeling.

  It’s better than wishing to die.

  I ease back just a hair and hear him suck in a deep, desperate breath, feel him blow it out again, warm against my skin.

  And I shove my cock deep into his throat before he can inhale, smiling down at him as I do.

  “Oh, boy,” I whisper, my fingers tightening around the back of his head. “Are you in for a ride tonight.”

  I’m not even fucking his mouth right now. Holding still, I’m too busy savoring the sweet, wet heat surrounding my cock, the feel of his tongue pressing along the underside of it. I refuse to close my eyes because it’d be too easy to picture Ellen, and I don’t want to do that in this moment.

  I want to feel.

  The wind is gone, the screaming has fallen blessedly silent—I need this.

  That means I’m going to fucking take it from him, whether he wants me to or not. Casey’s in charge of him, obviously. I’ll trust her judgment even though I admittedly do not trust my own in this moment.

  I scratch the back of his head with my fingers without releasing my grip on him or looking away from his gaze. “Good boy,” I whisper, and the sadist inside me is nearly orgasmic over this development.

  He softly whimpers—an oh, goodie kind of whimper—and I ease back a little to let him take another breath.

  Do I stop to think about any of this? Ramifications personal and professional?