Page 41 of Longing for Liberty
“Yes, sir.”
“Moving on to Community Three,” the Secretary said, swirling his fingertips around to get them wet. My heart raced.
“Community Three’s population is better, but still less than expected. Three has the highest numbers because they had nowhere to go.”
Fitzhugh nodded, pushing his fingers up inside of me, filling me as his thumb began wandering… “Give me numbers.”
As Charles began spouting off facts, and I tried very hard to listen, Fitzhugh’s moist thumb-tip traveled up my center and pressed against the opening of my anus. I jumped a little in surprise, and my cheeks clenched around his thumb. This wasn’t something Jeremy and I did. Not that he wasn’t open to it, but I’d been nervous about anythingback there. Fitzhugh wasn’t deterred by my body’s response, though. He pressed more firmly, and I tried to relax.
Numbers. Numbers!My brain took the stats as Fitzhugh’s slick thumb pushed through the barrier of my hole, and I sucked in a silent gasp. I was not mentally comfortable with what was happening, but it felt way better than I expected. Maybe because I was already so turned on? He pushed his thumb further in, and I accidentally pushed my hips back a little.Fuck. If I looked over my shoulder, he would probably be wearing that tiny half-smirk right now. He moved his thumb in and out, and if that wasn’t enough sensation, his two fingers pulled out from inside of me and moved forward, sliding along my folds and rubbing the sides of my sensitive bud.
I had to clench my teeth as my whole body twitched from the number of nerve endings being played with at that moment. As hard as I tried to stay still, my body was definitely rocking back and forth with the motion of his fingers moving along my clit and his thumb delving smoothly in and out of my body. My entire core was tensing, building.
Oh, God…
An uncontrollable tremble began in my belly and zinged down, causing my whole body to shake silently. I opened my mouth to breathe through the orgasm as quietly as possible, falling forward onto my forearms, my clit still pulsing under his fingers. He didn’t pull his fingers away until I went still, and my breathing was almost normal.
Oh, my God. Amos Fitzhugh had just made me come.
Theclicksounded again—muting himself.
“Under the table.”
Click.
I glanced over my shoulder and found him scratching notes, leaning back in his chair with his trousers massively tented. Holy shit. My heart pounded as I moved to the ground and crawled until I was tucked between his legs with just enough space between his lap and the table for my head.
Charles, whom I suspected was one of Fitzhugh’s military officers, was just finishing up his stats on Community Four and about to begin on Community Five. I’d somehow managed to tuck numbers away, but this was the most important part.
I was terrified of making noise as I reached for his belt and slowly undid it, being so careful not to jangle the metal. Then the button and the slow lowering of the zipper. I opened his trousers and reached for the waistband of his briefs. My eyes caught sight of the firearm at his side, readingGlockon the handle, and a terrifying image flashed through my mind of me grabbing the gun right now while he was vulnerable. I’d never held a gun and had no idea how it felt to shoot one. How quickly could I find the safety and turn it off? He surely kept it loaded. His hips slightly shifted, jolting my brain.
Shit, I needed to keep going! A glance upward showed Fitzhugh taking notes and seeming to pay no attention to me. But his cock told a different story as I released it…damn.
Scooting up with my heart hammering out of my chest, I closed my mouth around his thick head, grabbing him at the base. He cleared his throat and reached his right hand under the table to thread his fingers through my hair.
It was bizarre to have this different shape in my mouth, and again, it was impossible not to compare. He was more blunt, less pointy. Not quite as long but more girth.
Fitzhugh seemed happy to merely hold my head and let me control the pace and depth. He stretched the corners of my mouth to the point of stinging when I took all of him in, and I had to pull back abruptly so as not to gag. Trying to give a silent blowjob was far more difficult than I thought it would be. I had to be careful not to slurp or make any suction noise. I was also used to moaning a little, so it was strange but erotic.
When I started to go faster, he pulled back on my hair with just enough force to slow me. I peeked up a few times at him, but he never looked down. My ears took in the facts about Community Five as my mouth took in the Secretary of the State. And then, with no warning whatsoever, his dick started to twitch hard in my hand, and he was coming in my mouth. I grasped him firmer and swallowed three times. When I looked up, the tip of him still between my lips, the only sign on his face that he’d just orgasmed was the way his lips had slightly parted.
I licked down the crease of his tip and pulled back. His hand released my head, and he motioned a gesture to the side, excusing me. I crawled over to my clothes, grabbed them, and climbed out of the back side of the table, scurrying away to dress and finish my work as I repeated the facts I’d learned over and over in my head. And every time my mind wanted to veer off track and feel guilty for what had happened, I steered myself back to the numbers. Because what I’d learned today made the upheaval of emotions worth it.
EIGHTEEN
STATE NEWS: STATE FORCE FIGHTS BACK ATTACK AT NORTHERN BORDER FROM CANADA AND UK!
My skinabsolutely buzzed as we walked in the evening air, which had started to cool a little, and I could finally let out all of the information I’d been holding in.
“What was our population before the war?” I asked. “Three hundred-something-million?”
“Just over three hundred and forty million,” Jeremy verified.
“If my math is right, we only have about one hundred and fifty million left.”
“Holy shit,” he muttered, running a hand over his head. “They actually gave numbers?”
“Yes,” I told him, rambling off the populations for each Community. “And listen to this. Almost forty million of those people are Community Five. It sounds to me like they’re in what used to be Atlanta, all the way down through Miami, just like you said. And they have no police on the inside, only the land perimeters and boats that scout the shores. Out of the one hundred and fifty million left of us, one-fifth make up the State Force.”
