she murmured, changing course and straddling him, rubbing her clit against his length. He groaned. She knew he could feel her wetness even though she was still wearing panties.
She smiled. “You like that, don’t you?”
He yanked at the suspenders. “Need to touch you,” he grunted.
“Not now,” she said, slipping back and forth against his cock. “Later.”
“Caroline-”
She slid back onto the mattress, teasing him again with her tongue. “Remember all those women who were throwing themselves at you during the campaign?”
He groaned again. He hated that topic. Jack’s campaign manager had delicately removed several interns from the staff who had taken a less than professional interest in the candidate. Between the college girls and the middle aged swoony women, Caroline ran out of patience as the months wore on.
“I don’t see how that’s germane to our current position,” he said.
“You mean, your current position?” she asked, trying not to laugh.
“It’s not – they have nothing to do with us. They never did.”
She alternated kissing and licking his shaft, and he groaned again. “Do you think they could have given you what I do?”
“Sweetheart-”
“Do you?”
“I don’t-” He was gasping for breath, reacting to her touch. She’d reached another gear already and was pretty proud of herself. “They never stood a chance. I only see you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Caroline, please-”
“Please, what?”
He glowered at her. Jack didn’t like when she turned his games around on him, but she still occasionally tried anyway. It was fun to shake things up, and the night always ended up with her getting fucked properly.
“You don’t want to go there,” he said.
“Go where?” she asked innocently, licking his cock again.
“Don’t play a hand you weren’t dealt.”
Was he implying that she couldn’t make him lose control? She knew of only one surefire way to make him shut up. She sucked him deep to momentarily silence him. He was pissed, no doubt about it. But he was really fucking turned on and she wanted to see how far she could take things. And she was drunk enough not to care about the hardness hitting the back of her throat. All she cared about were the noises he made, which couldn’t be categorized as words.
The headboard creaked. He struggled against his restraints, even now. She closed her eyes, concentrating on what she was doing. If she timed it right, he wouldn’t be able to stop her. She could blow his brains out using just her mouth and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. And he was close, so fucking close. She knew the signs.
She heard a snapping noise and a creak and felt a hand on her hair. Caroline opened her eyes to see Jack glaring at her. She tried to keep going, but he sat up and yanked her head backward, apparently not caring that her teeth were perilously close to his most precious organ.
“You are very naughty,” he gasped, rolling on top of her on the bed, pinning her hands above her head. “I told you to stop.”
“You didn’t mean it.”
“You know I did.” He bit her neck. “You’re going to pay for that.”
He wasn’t going easy on her. She hoped there wouldn’t be any teeth marks left behind. Those were hard to hide. “I-”
“I think you should apologize,” he said. “Teasing the fuck out of me like that.”
“Never.”
“You will. By the end of the night, you will.”
An enticing threat. Caroline decided to keep pushing it. “Not a chance.”
“There are a few things you need to know,” Jack said, ignoring her protest. He slid his cock back and forth against her damp underwear. “Your jealousy is unwarranted, but extremely attractive. Your desire to control me is quite alluring, but unnecessary. Also, your knot tying skills are subpar.”
She started to struggle in his grasp and he pressed her wrists back down onto the mattress. “Furthermore, I will always be stronger than you, but I will never use it to harm you. Understand?”
She went limp and he smiled, thinking he’d won. He lowered one hand and slid it inside her panties, starting to rub her clit. “You’re going to explain to the hotel staff how we fucked up the headboard,” he said.
Was he serious? “I am not.”
He laughed, removing his fingers and rubbing them together. “You are. And you’re so fucking wet, I think the idea excites you. You want to explain. Just so they’ll know what we do to celebrate happy occasions.”
In actuality, that was one part of their lives she would always want to keep private. And she