Landslide (8 page)

“Wait here, little girl, and don’t make a sound,” I said, lifting her off my lap and placing her back in her chair.

I answered the door just as the teenager was about to knock. “Oh, hey, Senator Joseph,” the pimple-faced boy greeted as his voice cracked slightly.

“Sorry, I was working out,” I said in explanation as to why I was not only late to the door, but shirtless, as well. I handed him a twenty in exchange for the box he was holding. “Sorry for making you wait,” I apologized again, pressing another twenty into his hand.

“Yeah, no problem. Have a nice night, Senator,” he replied, jumping off the front porch to get back to his car.

Mackenzie was exactly where I left her—just as I’d left her—naked and wanting on one of my leather chairs. I smiled, knowing I would get to enjoy my two favorite things at the same time.

“Is that pizza?” she asked, looking excitedly at the box in my hands with a huge smile.

“Yup,
Katalina’s…the best in town.”

“Oh, my God, that’s my favorite pizza, too! Have you had Kat’s special?” she inquired eagerly.

“This,” I said, smiling as I motioned toward the box with my head, “
is
Kat’s special. Now, why don’t you go and get dressed again, and I’ll get some plates and napkins.”

We ate silently in the living room as a soft porn played in the background. Mackenzie watched the first few scenes without looking away, but when the couple started to have sex, she began to squirm.

I was no longer watching the movie, but her instead. No longer able to keep my hands to myself, I began to slowly undress her one piece of clothing at a time, teasing us both. Her innocent, white cotton panties were soaked through, as was the crotch of her black leggings. I laid her back on the couch when I was done disrobing her, and finger fucked her at a maddeningly slow pace. She would never come at that speed, but I didn’t
want
her to come right then; I wanted her worked up and frustrated beyond belief.

By the time the movie was over and the opening menu for the DVD was playing, her pussy was glistening and flowered open
. My dick was covered in sticky pre-come, and I wanted nothing more than to get her upstairs and take her the way I’d been fantasizing about for the past five months.

She knew it, too.

Without a word, I clicked off the television and led her up the stairs.

As we walked down the hall to my bedroom, I heard her taking quick, shallow breaths. “If at any time, you need to…” I started to say, trying to remind her of the safe words.

“I know,” she said in a whisper, exhaling slowly.

“Baby, you know your body is for my pleasure, but you also know that I’d never hurt you, right?”

She nodded and bit her lip. “I know, Daddy.”

I led her to the bed and began to kiss across her jawbone and down her neck to her pert little breasts. Her long, creamy white legs fell open when I began to flick at her nipple jewelry with my tongue, so I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy several times before pressing my wet finger at her backdoor. She tensed up immediately, squeezing her ass cheeks together, and for a moment, I thought she was going to snap off my pinky at the first knuckle.

“Baby, you have to relax for me. It’s going to hurt a lot if you’re tensed up like that.”

When I felt her relax, I removed my finger from the area. Clearly, I’d need to distract her before anything happened. I went to my dresser drawer stationed nearby, and removed the assortment of anal plugs I’d bought just for the purposes of tonight.

I coated the smallest one I was able to find—about the same size as my thumb—in lubricant before I moved back in between her legs and began rubbing her clit. She started panting and wriggling beneath me. I slid two fingers into her deeply, causing her to start thrusting back against my hand. Using that opportunity to press the small plug against her puckered hole, I teased it just a bit so she would get used to the sensations. The next time she ground her pussy into my hand, I slid the plug into her where it fell snugly into place. “OH, GOD!” she cried out, her body freezing up, but I continued to rub her clit with a lot of pressure. Within a minute, she had fully relaxed and was grinding on my hand once again.

“Does that feel good, Baby?” I asked, rubbing her clit furiously with one hand and tugging gently on the plug seated deeply in her ass with the other.

“Oh fuck! Yeah! Oh shit, more, more,” she chanted as I twisted the plug around. She came hard…harder than I’d ever seen as I popped the plug from her ass, causing her orgasm to continue a little longer.

She lay there panting on my bed. “You know that felt good, little girl, once you allowed yourself to relax.” I walked to the dresser once again, and returned with the jeweled anal plug I’d used on her our first night together. “Now, you’ve had this pretty thing in you before, and you were fine. I’m going to do it again, and we’ll leave it there while you help me with all of the pre
-come you’ve built up.”

Lying
on her stomach with her knees tucked up under her and her cheek resting on the bed, she waited for me to continue. “Hold your ass cheeks apart, Babygirl,” I instructed as I moved in behind her. I slid the jeweled anal plug in, eliciting a gasp from her as the widest part penetrated her outer ring.

She sucked my cock while the plug did the job it was intended to do of stretching her and preparing her for me. Finally, I thought she was ready. I really wanted to tie her up, but I didn’t want to scare her, so we would have to do it without restraints our first time.

Removing the jeweled toy from between her cheeks, I slid two lubed fingers in its place. I stretched her with them, using a scissoring motion until her asshole was wide and perfect for my cock. After sliding on a very lubricated condom, I pressed myself against her back entrance. The jeweled plug had been nowhere near my size, but it did help considerably to loosen her up.

Inch-by-inch, I sank my cock into her tight, virgin ass. She whimpered the entire time, but in a way, that turned me on even more. I reached around her small body and grabbed her tits as I seated myself inside as far as humanly possible.

Chapter 10

He was fucking my ass. I’d been nervous about this moment since he’d first suggested it on his birthday, but now that he was actually doing it, it felt amazing. I felt so incredibly full as he inched himself farther into me. Just when I thought he was completely in, he grabbed my breasts and used them as leverage to get in a tiny bit further.

“Are you alright?” he asked, which was more than the man who had taken my vaginal virginity had done.

I nodded.

“I’m going to thrust now, Baby. I’m going to start fucking this tight ass of yours.”

And that’s just what he did…and it was wonderful. Each time his cock passed in and then out of me, I felt each ridge, each vein, each and every part of him like I’d never felt it before. The feeling was indescribable.

“You are so fucking tight, and so Goddamn hot,” he groaned loudly as he fucked me faster.

With each thrust, one of his hands worked and pinched my still accessorized nipple while the other rubbed at my clit. Every sensation, every little breath, overwhelmed me with pleasure. Each of the orgasms seemed so simple, I couldn’t tell you how many times I came as he fucked my ass. I was trembling with exhaustion when he picked up the pace and slammed into me hard a few times before stilling and collapsing on top of me.

Several minutes later, when he finally withdrew his cock, I couldn’t stop the wince.

“Baby, are you alright?” he asked in a concerned voice, brushing some of my sweat-plastered hair off my neck.

“
Mmmmhmmmm,” I answered contentedly, unable to move my Jell-O-like limbs.

Feeling him spoon in next to me, I rolled over and, placing my head on his chest, fell into a dreamless sleep.

I won’t lie; the next morning when I got up to make breakfast, I was incredibly sore. I started to get out of bed, but Maxwell pulled me back down. “Food can wait. I’m hungry for you,” he said, nibbling on my ear.

We didn’t have anal sex again, and he didn’t tie me up. What we did do was different—slower, softer, more sensual, yet just as passionate—and there was no doubt in my mind that when he thrust into me, with our eyes locked, he was trying to tell me something. What the something was, though, I wasn’t quite sure. I wished he would just tell me what he was thinking. Was he silently telling me this was our last time? Was it that he wanted this to continue? Was he saying he wanted more? I didn’t even allow myself a chance to contemplate the last question. It was
impossible and I knew it. If he were a regular man with an ordinary job, the age difference would be the only factor keeping us apart, but with him as a senator, the prospect of something more with him was insurmountable.

However impossible it was to continue what we had between us, I
did
have this morning, and I made the most of it. We kissed and touched, and eventually went downstairs for breakfast. Our meal was light—just bagels with cream cheese—and as we were finishing up, his phone rang. He looked at it but ignored it. A few moments later, it rang again.

“Fuck!” he grumbled, finally picking it up. “Yeah, Carter,” he said as a greeting.

“Shit… Fine… Yeah… ‘Kay… See you in a couple of hours.”

“You’ve got to go?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah. They need my help. I fly out in two hours, and when I get back, I head to New York for a few weeks. After that, it will be pretty close to Christmas, which I’ll be spending in Europe on a subcommittee.”

He looked upset, and honestly I was too. Instead of dwelling on it though, I began to anticipate our next encounter.

“Christmas in Europe sounds lovely,” I said with a smirk. “I bet you’ll get the best present!”

A smile spread across his face as he said sexily, “Visions of sugarplums are already dancing in my head.”

~~~~~

School had been hectic, and the three weeks between Thanksgiving and the end of the semester had me running nonstop. It was a relief to be done with finals and boarding a plane to spend some time away on a vacation. I was glad I was going to spend some time with my dad, but the real reason I was looking forward to the trip was Maxwell.

“I can’t believe you decided to come with me, Kenz,” my dad said, putting his laptop into the overhead compartment for takeoff.

“I think it’ll be great to spend winter break in London.”

“I could have checked in with Max in New York and have been home for Christmas. We still could if you want to spend Christmas back in California.”

“Dad, I was the one who suggested it, remember? I want to spend Christmas somewhere there might be snow. It’s not like I believe in Santa. Besides, I’m kind of interested in what you’re doing. I’m thinking of declaring Political Science as my major.”

My dad smiled. I wasn’t bullshitting him, either. Ever since Maxwell’s birthday, I’d been following his career and other politicians closely. I found the whole thing fascinating. I didn’t really want to run for office personally, but I could see myself organizing campaigns.

We were not flying directly from San Francisco to Heathrow International; we had a connecting flight at JFK in New York. Maxwell was there, and he’d be joining us for the rest of the flight.

I hadn’t seen him since Thanksgiving, but I’d gotten several texts from him. The first one came several hours after he’d left to help with the recall. It had simply said, “Daddy misses you.”

The next one came a week later and was just as short. “Thinking about you, Babygirl.”

The messages gave me butterflies, and I had responded to each one with a short reply, but there had been no running dialogue.

The most recent text came this morning. “Daddy likes skirts.”

All I’d replied with was a smiley face, though I’d gotten the message loud and clear. I was currently wearing a knee length grey skirt and an off-white cashmere sweater. My mother had sent me an olive green scarf for Christmas that went perfectly with the top, which I had draped stylishly around my neck. My favorite part of the ensemble, though, were the black leather boots I’d picked out last week. They had spectacular heels and made my legs look longer. I didn’t look at all like a little girl, but I
was
wearing a skirt.

My heart beat nervously as we landed in New York and exited the plane. The flight had passed quickly, my dad and I talking the whole time about my possible decision to declare a major. He’d teased me that I’d graduate before I picked one.

As we walked through the airport, I scanned the faces for Maxwell. I saw him before my father did; he was staring right at me. If I’d had any doubts as to my choice of outfit, they vanished the moment I saw the hungry look in his eyes.

I was sure my look matched his. He was dressed in a dark grey suit with a blue tie, making me want nothing more than to tear it from his body. He started to walk toward us, but was stopped by two women.

“Senator Joseph! Will you sign an autograph?”

I was surprised he was recognized so far from California, but then I remembered why he was here. He’d been working with the mayor, trying to boost his image with the younger demographic.

When he finally made his way over to us, my dad spoke. “Let’s grab a drink in the lounge. Our flight doesn’t leave for an hour.”

I was reminded again of my age when my dad made sure that I ordered a diet coke while he and Maxwell each had a beer.

I was also reminded of my situation when a beautiful redhead approached the table. I recognized her immediately from Maxwell’s birthday party; her name was Tiffany DuPree. I only remembered her because she’d thrown a fit about a waitress spilling a drink near her. She’d demanded that the woman be fired on the spot, as it could have gotten on her shoes, which she’d exclaimed, cost more than two thousand dollars. Everyone had been whispering about her behavior the rest of the night. I must have heard her name and “pretentious royal bitch” used in the same sentence half a dozen times that night.

“Well, if it isn’t Senator Joseph!” Maxwell turned to her and plastered his political smile on his face. After spending some time with him, I was finally able to differentiate the real one from the fake one. “Now, Maxi,” the woman simpered as she leaned in closer, “It’s a shame I didn’t know you were in New York until I saw you at the benefit last night. If I’d have known sooner, I would have made sure to take you out and show you a good time.”

Maxwell continued to smile at her, and I was thrilled to see that it was his ‘fake smile.’ I had no idea
how
she didn’t know he was in New York; he’d been on the news almost every day. Then again, I didn’t think she spent much time watching CNN.

“Well, I’m off to Paris. You?”

“London,” he supplied.

“If you’re still there for New Year’s, give me a call. I’d love to
ring
it in with you.”

She ran her hand down the sleeve of his jacket. I wanted to punch her in the face for her innuendo, but she was gone before I knew it.

“Now that would be one hell of a political
asset
to have,” my dad laughed.

I just stared at him. Did he really think a joke like that would go over my head?

Maxwell didn’t even respond. We finished our drinks and then boarded the second flight—one that would be
much
longer than the first.

I was thrilled when I realized we’d be flying first class. It was a bit disappointing, though, that the seats were in pairs. Maxwell and my dad sat on one side of the aisle while I sat on the other.

I didn’t end up sitting alone, though. A guy about my age, wearing jeans and a tight T-shirt sat down next to me. “Hey, I’m Zach,” he said, smiling at me as he brushed his shaggy blonde hair from his eyes.

He was cute, but about as shallow as they came. It turns out he was in a band—Iron Warthogs—and assumed I’d go all
fan-girl on him. I’d never heard of them, but I was more into classic rock anyway.

I was thrilled that cell phones were allowed on international flights between JFK and London. As soon as it was available, I took out my phone and started using it. I didn’t really need to check my email or play games, but I was hoping the guy would take the hint that I wasn’t interested. He didn’t; he just kept talking. Apparently, my lack of interest in him made him more interested in me.

Deciding to take a different approach, I smiled and laughed when I should. I even took his phone number when he gave it to me. I was relieved when the flight attendant took the dinner dishes and lowered the lights of the cabin. I told Zach I was tired as an excuse to shut him up. My intention was to just close my eyes and pretend to be asleep so I could hear the conversation across the aisle, but as I listened to the sexy sounds of Maxwell’s voice, I relaxed further and further until I was awoken by the feel of my phone vibrating.

I picked
it up to see a text from him. “Lavatory. Front of plane. Now.”