Page 89 of Capitol Matters

I nodded as he leaned toward me, his fingers poised to enter my willing mouth. Two of them slid in and I sucked greedily, imagining it was his cock gliding across my tongue. He pulled them out too soon, but my groaned complaint was cut short by the feeling of those same wet digits teasing my asshole.

I whined and pushed up, quivering with need.

He went down on my cock again, seconds before his fingertips penetrated my ass. I writhed but remained anchored by his near-bruising grasp on my hip.

The suck and slide along my member matched the tempo of his fingers plunging in. My helpless hands clenched, and I drew my knees up, wracked with full-body sensations that threatened to bury me.

“Nash, I want your dick,” I stammered, struggling to keep my thoughts straight amidst the headrush.

He sat back, hovering over my erection. “This is for you, remember?”

“It’s definitely for me,” I said between gasps. “I promise.”

He dragged his tongue along the length of my cock.

I shivered. “Oh, shit… Please.”

His fingers were still in me when he gave them a twist.

A guttural sound escaped me, and I nipped at my lip to stifle further outcry.

Nash worked his way up past my waist, trailing kisses along my stomach as it fluttered with frantic breaths. “Hang in there, babe,” he murmured.

Easier said than done with his hand still toying my ass.

He pulled out of me, then shifted up to straddle my hips. I threw my arms around him and sat up to press my chest into his.

Our lips crushed together while my tongue roamed into his mouth. The slick sensation had me tingling as I delved deeper into him, sucking, kissing, and clinging on blissfully tight.

After several moments, he placed his hand on my sternum and shoved me back. “Turn over.”

Sliding out from under him, I did as told. I was on my hands and knees when I felt him behind me. A glance over my shoulder found him massaging his cock, and my pulse spiked. When he grabbed my waist, I barely thought to relax before he entered me.

Pinching pain mingled with a new kind of pleasure. I exhaled, hissing air through my teeth as he plunged in then out to set pace.

His cock stayed sheathed in me as I braced on all fours, head down, fingers knotted in the bedsheets. He ground his hips against my ass, and I moaned low, moments away from much-needed release. His hands roamed—one splayed atop my thundering heart while the other found my erection.

My next gasp stuttered, an unspoken plea.

Nash’s arm tensed across my chest, holding me to him while his curled fingers worked my cock.

“Come for me, baby,” he said.

Euphoria spiked. It would have laid me out flat, but Nash clung on, cradling my sweat-slicked body to his. My arms quivered, dotted with goosebumps that went all the way down my spine.

He rode me through the high, then let me down gently and rolled off to collapse onto the mattress beside me.

I sprawled on my stomach, panting. My eyes had closed and, when I opened them, I saw Nash’s open hand beside my face, puddled with jizz. Pulling it to me, I lapped up the cum, then threaded my tongue between his fingers with a fervor that started him laughing.

“You little deviant. Come here.” He grabbed my face and drew me in for another kiss.

He finished with a brush of his lips across my forehead. I scooted close, wrapping my legs around his and tangling our bodies together.

All was quiet while Nash tugged the deep, green sheets up over us both. I nuzzled into the curve where his neck met his shoulder and breathed him in, relishing the familiar smell of his cologne.

“You seem better,” he said, combing a finger through my hair.

This wasn’t the first time he’d danced around the subject of my tenuous emotional state. Apparently, if you have one good cry next to a melting cadaver, everyone thinks you’re a basket case.

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