DC Affairs (16 page)

“Whoa, that’s pretty harsh but I will forgive you for never having gone through a teeny bop period like the rest of us mere mortals—”

“I never said I didn’t go through that rite of passage, Sigourney. I am human after all.” Russell turned toward me with cloudy aquamarine eyes. “I only meant my listening pleasure during my tween years consisted of alt-rock faves like Nirvana and Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam and Red Hot Chili Peppers, Dr. Dre and Eminem, Tupac and Limp Bizkit, Deftones and Korn. I tried to steer clear of that monotone pop shit at all costs though.”

“Oh, so you were one of those cool, edgy kids, huh?” I teased before my fingers tickled his chest across our slim divide.

“Not really. I preferred a lot of angry and aggressive music to make up for not getting laid. Not because I couldn’t, mind you, but my biggest fear was getting a girl pregnant and it terrorized me for many years before common sense won out and I finally got some.”

I smiled before I stood and straddled his waist. Our lips were dangerously close together. “Tell me, does this fear still haunt you?”

“Why do you ask?” His hands reached out for my face and I wanted more contact but the very intimate kind.

“Because you’re exceptionally good at what you do, Russell. I like you a lot and I’m incredibly attracted to you. I would really like for us to have…sexual relations.” I’d really wanted to say, “fuck” but I thought it might sound too crude. He wasn’t the emo type but I didn’t want to seem like a horny aggressive she-wolf either although I definitely felt like one.

“I like this new Sigourney and yes, you could have said you would have liked me to fuck you. It sounds very dirty but also delicious coming from your mouth. I know I can be a bit of a shit sometimes but believe me when I tell you there is nothing more sexier than a woman who knows exactly what she wants.”

“Touché, Berkeley, I prefer it in a man as well.”

Russell grabbed my waist and kissed me as if our lives depended upon it and perhaps they did to a certain extent. We were both hungry mouths, warm tongues and a deep need and desire to satisfy one another.

My stomach did a somersault as his erection pressed against my swimsuit covered privates and I could barely contain myself. I would be lying if I didn’t admit I wouldn’t have cared if he’d decided to take me then and there. To hell with the other fancy homes nearby and whether anyone witnessed what we were doing. I wanted to be with him and have him deep inside of me.

Russell felt the same way as he casually undid my bikini top and exposed my breasts. We stopped kissing but my breath came hard and quick while he eyed my nipples like they were a delicious appetizer. His mouth sank down on one while his fingers played with the other and I pressed him against me, enveloping him in an embrace.

“I love your body. You have the most perfect tits a guy could ask for. But I don’t get off on a crowd and I’m taking you inside.”

My lips grazed his ear before I playfully bit his earlobe. “Do you want me to get up so we can go into the house?”

“Nope. You don’t weigh much. I can carry you.” He stood and I hoisted my legs around his waist though his throbbing member caught between us had to be in all kinds of pain. Russell wasn’t small but he wasn’t freakishly large either. He was just right, at least for me and I could spend all day worshipping his perfect cock, which didn’t noticeably curve to the left or the right.

He walked up through the house albeit slowly. I kissed his mouth with my own, and bit his lower lip playfully as he walked us up the stairs. Meanwhile, his movements had gotten even bolder. My pussy hung out of my bikini as he slid it to the side and plunged two fingers deep inside of me. I rode his fingers while freeing one of my arms and caressing his hard length.

The moment we got to the bedroom, he threw me down roughly on the bed and swung the door closed with his leg. I didn’t even bother to try to be sexy as I took off the bottom half of my bikini. Meanwhile, I watched him strip out of his low-rise swim shorts that hit him at that ever sexual V-line abdominal area most men had if they were in shape.

In the daylight, heavy curtains shielded the brightness of the sun but not enough we couldn’t see each other clearly. I stared at Russell with unrestrained lust in my eyes as he approached me. He rubbed the length of his manhood, and somehow this was a huge turn on for me. One of my hands immediately sank down to rub my clit as my legs opened further for him.

“Keep doing that and I won’t last long…at least not the first time,” he murmured in a sex-soaked voice.

“Maybe I don’t want you to.” I brought my fingers, slicked wet with my juices, to my mouth and sucked on them eagerly.

He continued to stand as he kissed my knee and continued to rain kisses between my parted thighs. I was in a state of shock and awe as he grabbed my hand and sucked the same fingers that had been in my mouth before he parted me with his fingers and began to slide his tongue up and down my lips. I moaned out loud as he slid his thick tongue inside of me and tasted my arousal.

“Honey definitely’s got me hooked on you,” he murmured in between tastes and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I fucking hate honey and after having tasted myself, babe, I can guarantee you my pussy juice doesn’t taste anything like honey.”

“Okay, sweetie.” Russell plunged two fingers into me again and began to finger fuck me slowly, his eyes never leaving my face.

We stared at one another and the moment was so fucking intimate, I wanted to disappear from the overload of emotional exposure. Could he see all of me and would he hate the real person I truly was? She wasn’t a good girl, she was something else entirely, and she’d also decided to come out to play.

“How about sugar and spice and everything that’s so fucking nice about being a gorgeous, seductive woman?” He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked on them.

I could have died right there but instead, I did something completely unexpected. I grabbed his cock and pressed it against my opening.

“I can get a condom, babe, though I’m clean but then again…I could be lying.”

“Maybe I want your fucking disease,” I whispered to him and allowed the full weight of his body to press against me as he drove into my depths.

This person wasn’t me but I loved the feel of his cock inside of me with no barriers between skin-on-skin contact. The way his hairless chest brushed against my taut nipples was enough to make me want to have an orgasm right then and there. When we kissed one another, the light streaming through the bedroom seemed neon and Technicolor bright in its intensity.

There wasn’t a complete or poetic way I could describe our sexual escapade rather than frenzied yet controlled passion. This time I knew his body and when I flipped us over and rode him, he slid in and out of me in perfect precision with my body. Our movements weren’t carefully coordinated but it felt like they were.

Russell pulled me closer to him and I used the hard strength from his body to gyrate my hips and push him deeper into me. The look in his eyes though was what sealed the deal. They were gorgeous, expressive, full of so much hope and lust, want and desire, need and pleasure. We weren’t too different from one another and yet, we’d found a consummate and willing partner in each other.

It was indeed true, anyone could be a good or bad lover; the only circumstances that decided which they were happened to be the time, the place and the person. I felt like I wanted to fuck Russell well and he felt the same for me in return. It wasn’t love but it was pretty damn good and would have to do until the real thing came along.

I was lost in the delicious scent of Russell’s body, our sweaty passion for one another and the length of his cock thrusting in and out of me. My orgasm rolled over me in effortless and joyous waves while he jerked us back to reality moments later.

Ever the gentlemen, we sat like that, bound together until we couldn’t stand the heat of our bodies any longer. He rolled me over onto the bed and stood, walking to the bathroom in the buff. I liked what I saw of his finely muscled ass but I could barely stop myself from succumbing to sleep.

It all hit me at once. The booze, the marijuana, the fantastic sex. I needed a nap.

I felt his fingers brush against my skin as he cleaned me up between my legs with a damp hand towel and tossed it along side our discarded swimwear before he lay on the bed beside me and enveloped me into the warmth of his strong arms.

“Was it good for you?” He massaged my scalp with gentle fingers while I rested my right arm against his chest.

“Yeah, it was better than good. I mean, it was really, really…nice.”

I could have used words like “great,” “fantastic,” or “mind-blowing” but those were all such overused clichés to the point where they’d lost all meaning in our “bwahaha, laugh out loud” world. Nice conveyed the exact meaning I meant because Russell’s performance had required great skill, precision, delicacy and care. He’d excelled at them all and I was a very, very happy woman at the moment.

His iPhone went off with a buzz. We both ignored it and lay there together until it went off a second and a third time.

I’d closed my eyes at this point. “You better check it just to make sure there hasn’t been an emergency crisis of some kind,” I whispered against his skin.

Russell reached for his phone without disturbing my body splayed on his and looked at it for a moment before he set it down on the bedside table again. “It’s nothing. Just text messages about some kind of crises and a story being written about Coburn by
The Capital Post
. Blah, blah, babble, babble, bitch, bitch, blah. I’ll call Kylie tomorrow after we get back to Washington. Right now, this is our time and I’m not interrupting it over some random campaign shit that can easily be handled when we get back to work.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” I nestled myself in his arms and closed my eyes again.

“Sigourney?”

“Yes, Russell?”

“I really like you…a lot. I’m not saying this in some sort of post-coital haze. I truly mean it. When we get back, don’t let that son of a bitch take advantage of you. You’re worth so much more than you ever give yourself credit for and you deserve to come first in any man’s life who is lucky enough to have you.”

“Thank you. I appreciate you saying that,” I said in a soft voice and closed my eyes, determined to blink the tears away.

Oh. My. God.

Wow.

Okay that was too deep for me especially right now. I never had gotten over shit that had happened to me earlier in my life and I thought this would be an easy love affair. A tide-me-over until something happened with Peter…or not. I wasn’t all that crazy about breaking up happy homes and shit. Plus with a divorced man came kids and split custody. Ten-year-old twins weren’t so much for me.

Now I officially knew Russell and I could truly be something while Peter and I would probably never be anything, reality sank in like a brick lodged at the bottom of my stomach.

It was the end of an era for me because shit just started to get real, and I wasn’t sure I liked it one bit.

In fact I knew I didn’t like it at all.

End of Book 1.

DC Affairs Book 2
premieres Monday, April 28, 2014

Excerpt from
Covet
, a sensual New Adult contemporary novel in
The Covet Duet

I
smiled as I got into my car. Kink stood there and I waved to him before he turned his back on us.

“Look what I got?” Lacey waved her iPhone in my face excitedly.

“What am I supposed to be lookin’ at?”

She glared at me with pale blue eyes. “Carlito’s digits, dumb-dumb. I’m gonna get me some quality cock before I high tail it outta here after the summer, and he’s all man, believe me.”

“Gross, Lacey.” I pressed the ignition button and flipped a bitch before I headed to the automated gates. “The guy must be, like, thirty or something. What the hell would you do with a guy who’s my brother’s age and better yet, why the hell does he want you?”

“Because I’m hot and he’s single. Kept tellin’ me how much I reminded him of his mother.”

I snickered. “Um, maybe because you and his mother are both ‘black Irish?’ Other than that, you don’t look a damn thing like her.”

“Okay, act that way but seriously, are you gonna sit here and tell me the only dick you’re gettin’ this summer will be Jason?” Lacey questioned incredulously.

“That would be a hell to the no, dear. However, I don’t plan to get together with some biker. I’m not
that
desperate.”

The ride to The Point in Lake Tahoe was mostly quiet while Lacey fiddled with my iPod until she found Snoop Dogg’s summer anthem, “Young, Wild & Free.” She sang along and I couldn’t help but laugh. We were best friends for a reason and it was really hard to stay mad at a friend like Lacey. She was the typical teenager but she still cared about me as a person and treated me like we were sisters.

We jammed to the remix of Imagine Dragon’s “Radioactive” with Kendrick Lamar as I pulled into a parking spot not far down from Jason’s truck. A bunch of our peers were gathered around waiting for us to show up with the beer.

“Don’t tell me I was the only one on beer call. We don’t have enough booze,” I greeted Jason as I popped the trunk.

“Hell no. Plenty of booze but we need the extra beer. Brad has a hook up—his cousin’s in town and he’s over twenty-one.”

“What cousin?” I wondered and tried not to get too excited.

“He’s over there, by the lake. The shirtless one with the cross tat on his back.”

I slapped Jason’s arm playfully. “And you didn’t bother to welcome him properly to our tri-cities abode? How very unhospitable of you.”

Jason’s gray eyes looked me up and down lasciviously. “Actually, I was leavin’ that for you to do.”

I shook my head as I walked down one of the paths that led directly to a great view of Lake Tahoe in all its splendid natural glory. The shirtless guy, lightly tanned and with a large Celtic cross tattoo that covered his upper back, turned toward me. He had the most amazing clear blue-gray eyes, cerulean and early morning winter storm clouds mixed together, and intense in their color. His looks were classic although he wore a large onyx stud in his right ear, he still looked preppy and smelled of nothing but money from the designer jeans worn snugly on his hips to the woodsy floral scent of cologne he wore.