The World: According to Rachael (17 page)

“Yes,” I moan into his mouth.

We move upstairs as my hands rake through his hair, our lips never pausing. When we reach the top, I say, “Door to the left at the end of the hall.”

I don’t bother worrying about whether or not the sheets are clean on the bed, or if I brought down my water cup from last night. For the first time in a long time, I forget. I forget that I’m the White House Chief of Staff to the President of United States of America. I forget that in less than a year, I’m out of a job. I forget that I have to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. I’m just Rachael Early, desperately wanting to be with this man because I like him, and he likes me. There’s no agenda or social climbing. This feels like a real relationship, and damn, it is amazing.

He places me on my feet when we enter my room. I have no clue where my heels are, and I don’t care.

He stares at my dress as if it’s his mortal enemy.

I reach to the side and slide the zipper down.

“Ah … A hidden zipper, put there to confuse men.” He smirks as he pulls the dress over my head and unlatches my bra. A low, throaty moan escapes his lips as his eyes travel up and down my body.

I feel so exposed. I would normally wear a sexy piece of lingerie that hides the fact that my breasts never went through puberty. I’m on display. Vulnerable.
Open
. No man since Aiden has seen how flat my chest really is. Instantly, I want to grab for a blanket and cover myself. He must sense my panic because he grasps my hands in his. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” His eyes are hooded as they gaze upon me. I look down at the hard erection that is straining against his dress slacks. “You see that? That’s all because of you.”

I feel wanton and desirable. Two new emotions that I’ll add to the list.

Without a response, I launch myself at him. He catches me as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. The sweetness in our passion is gone as the air becomes thick with lust. I want him to know how much his acceptance means to me.

He turns us around, and carefully lowers me onto my bed. I scramble to my knees, reaching up to remove his silver tie. It falls somewhere near my nightstand. I’m frenzied, wanting and needing this connection now.

He grabs my hands as I go for the buttons on his shirt. His eyes glow with amusement. “This isn’t a race, beautiful girl. We have all night.” He turns my palms over and gently kisses the underside of each wrist.

I nod, and unbutton his shirt with care.

He holds his hands up. “Cufflinks.”

They’re beautiful—silver and black onyx, with his initials engraved in them.
GOJ
. I don’t know much about men’s fashion, but these look expensive. I unfasten each one and place them with care by my bedside lamp.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks with humor in his voice as I toss his shirt on the floor.

I sit back on my heels and study his gorgeous chest and abdomen. Graham Jackson is a sexy man. He’s tall and lean, with a very athletic figure. His muscles are not bulky or exaggerated. They’re real, and they look like they serve a purpose. And dear God, my assumption about him was right. Not only could he model Ralph Lauren clothes, but he could also sport their swimming trunks and underwear lines.

Reaching towards his chest, I run my hand across his pecs and then over his abs. He’s a specimen of male perfection, and for the moment he is all mine. As I move to his belt, he drops his head back and a very soft moan escapes his lips when I undo the buckle.

“Now, for the best part.” I unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. He helps me undress him by stepping out of his slacks.

I admire the smattering of dark chest hair, which leads to a thicker happy trail. It disappears into white boxer briefs.

He smirks. “I’m not a store. You can look and touch.”

I laugh at his stupid remark, but it makes my heart melt a little more. This feels so real. And damn, it’s nice.

I stand up on my bed so I’m just taller than he is. He pulls me to him and holds me, pressing my body tightly against his. In this moment, I’ve never felt more wanted or cherished, and I feel my eyes burn with extra moisture.

Why am I acting like a chick about to lose her virginity?
I know the answer in my gut. It’s because this is the first time in my life that I believe that I might, I just might be able to have it all.

Knowing that I’m going to make an ass of myself if I don’t break this moment, I reach down and grasp his large erection through his underwear. It’s heavy and thick to my touch, and I rake my nails over the soft cotton, enjoying the groans of pleasure that fill my bedroom.

He takes my wrist, halting me from doing it again. His eyes are wide and pleading. “That’s too good. Too much. Let me.”

So begins his hungry assault on my body. We become a mess of hands and lips and teeth and tongues.

There is no music playing, or any other sound to fill the room other than our heavy breathing and passionate moans. It’s our own song that we’re making together.

He makes my thong and his underwear disappear and sits back on his heels, pulling me toward him. His eyelids are heavy, and a thin sheen of sweat covers his handsome face. His heart is beating so rapidly in his chest that I swear I can see it abusing his ribs. He maneuvers me on the bed so my legs dangle over the edge.

“I want to taste you.” He’s not asking permission, and he doesn’t need to. He hovers above, staring at me as if he’s trying to memorize every detail of my body. Then, when he’s finished, he kneels down in front of me draping each of my legs over his shoulders.

I gasp when his tongue pushes against my clit. Slowly, taking his time he reminds me of the virtues of oral sex. I writhe on his tongue when he slips two fingers inside, working me back and forth.

I explode in a body-tingling orgasm, and not all orgasms are the same. Those from a lover, instead of a just a sexual partner, are so much more intense.

Graham uses his fingers to gently bring me down while he leans up and dusts a kiss across my lips.

“Do we need a condom?” he asks in a very deep throaty voice as he positions the head of his dick against my still pulsing center.

“I’m good. You?”

His reply is to scoop me up and place me in the center of my bed. He’s resting on his knees in between my spread legs. Graham fists his cock in one hand and braces my hip with the other. He works himself slowly inside of me, and takes my mouth when he reaches full penetration. He doesn’t move in a frenzy—in fact, he doesn’t move at all. He’s still inside of me while our tongues do the thrusting.

I’m lost in his talented mouth, and the feeling of fullness inside of me. I relax and give myself over to him, becoming pliable under his touch. He must sense it, because my mild-mannered teacher takes control. His demeanor shifts from one of sweet love-making to confident dominance.

He breaks our kiss as he leans back on his heels, pulling me with him. He uses both hands to rub and massage my nipples while he dives back and forth inside. I push my feet into the bed to give him a better angle. “Rachael, my girl, you were made for me. When I do this,” he says tweaking my nibbles, “do you feel how you flood with wetness?”

I moan as he does it over and over again.

Reaching around my behind, I grab one of his balls in my left hand and roll it between my fingers. “Fuck, baby,” he says, through clenched teeth.

His rhythm becomes more frenzied, which drives me crazy. I long for my release, but I want to make sure his is just as good as he’s making mine.

I dip my shoulder so I’m able to reach his other ball. As I give the second one a squeeze, he yells my name and swells larger inside of me. Then, I feel the warmth of desire flood my insides as he jerks and pulses. My body tenses as I take all of him, riding out my own bliss.

The next thing I’m aware of is his body lying on top of mine, but only for a brief second. He rolls off and on to his side, pulling me against him.

“That was …” I pant. “That was incredible.”

His long, defined arm rests on me from my shoulder to my hip. Lazily, he plants kisses in my hair. “You know, Rach, I’ve thought about this moment since I met you. I had all sorts of interesting things planned that I wanted to do to your body. But then you decide to do whatever that was with my balls … and … well, fuck, baby. All my plans went out the window.”

It’s such a sweet and honest declaration. I flip over and kiss his full lips. “I’m sure there will be plenty more times to try out your fantasies.”

His confident smirk kills me. It makes me want to jump him again, but I don’t think either one of us has recovered from the first time. “Trust me, sweetness. There will be plenty more times.”

And there were. After the fourth orgasm, I collapsed against his chest. We’re insatiable—every bit as horny as his students—but I’m feeling bruised, and need some time to recover.

I roll over and gaze into his sparkling eyes. His lids are heavy, and he smiles at me, a smile that makes something inside of me tingle. I want to know him better, all of his secrets.

“Graham, tell me one of your favorite memories as a kid.”

“Hmmm …” He strokes my hair while intermittently massaging my scalp. It feels divine. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just want to know something fantastic that happened before I met you.”

“My life began last week,” he replies in a tone that makes it sound like the worst pickup line ever.

I laugh, and playfully elbow him in the ribs.

“Okay, Okay. Give me a second.” He pauses for a couple of heartbeats and says, “I’ve got one. So you know that my sister is so much older than me …”

I shoot out of his embrace at the mention of his sister’s age. The devil has a smirk on his face, knowing that he’s pushing my buttons. I make a halfhearted attempt to crawl out of bed, but he grabs me and pulls me to him, laughing like a hyena.

I scream with laughter, trying everything in my power to escape him, but he sits on my hips and pins my hands over my head. “Graham Jackson, you’re an asshole. You should never point out the age difference between a man and woman. It’s uncouth.”

“Uncouth?” He smirks. “Was it uncouth when I used my tongue to make you come not once, but twice?” He raises his eyebrows and waits for my response.

He’s so damn cocky, and all I can do is smile knowing that for the first time in a very long time, I’m not only enjoying having sex, but I’m loving the after-orgasm time, instead of getting dressed and racing out of the room before we have to have forced conversation.

When I don’t reply quickly enough, he presses against my wrists reminding me that I’m his captive. “Was it uncouth when I slid two fingers into your tight pussy and finger-fucked you while I licked and nibbled on your clit? Say you loved every second, and I’ll let you up.”

I thrash back and forth, and pretend to try to wiggle free of him. His growing erection tells me that he’s enjoying this as much as I am. When he’s fully erect, I stop struggling and ask him politely to let me up.

He keeps my hands pinned above my head, but parts my legs, slipping his cock inside of me. The penetration burns, and I am very aware of our many rounds. My body responds and the wetter that I am, the less it aches. The struggle to hold me down clearly is a turn-on for him. I’m completely at his mercy, unable to do much but lie here and let him use me as he sees fit.

“Is this uncouth?” he asks as he moves his dick in a circular motion inside of me.

I shake my head and close my eyes as the soreness completely retreats, and my body opens for him.

“Tell me that you want me to take you again.”

I open my eyes and study his gorgeous face. It feels liberating to just have someone focus on my pleasure without me having to worry about theirs. “I love it like this, Graham,” I coo. “Feel how wet I am for you.”

“You’re soaking my dick. You like it when I fuck you like this.”

“I do.” My head falls side to side as he rubs his dick back and forth over the place inside me that makes me come.

He thrusts in and out, in and out, and my body is so desperate for him the build surprises me with its intensity.

My head sinks deeper into the pillow, and my eyes roll back. I think I might shout/scream his name, but I’m not sure. My orgasm rips through me, and I close my eyes as if shielding myself from the intensity.

“Fuck, Rachael, when your pussy tightens like that, I can’t hold back,” he says through clenched teeth.

As I come down from my pleasure, I’m able to experience him finding his own. I must say, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve witnessed. His eyes are squeezed tight and his hair is wet with perspiration and pushed away from his face. The corded muscles in his neck and jaw are so tight that they stretch his skin. Just knowing that it’s my body that is making him feel such intense sensation is enough to make me ready for another round.

He releases my arms and places his hands on either side of my head, and leans down and kisses my lips. “Now that was uncouth.”

He moves to my right side and turns me so that we’re spooning. The quiet of my bedroom, along with our numerous activities, have made my eyes heavy with sleep. Just as I’m about to give in, he says in a scratchy voice, “Growing up, I adored my sister. But, because of our age difference, we really didn’t have much in common.”

I’m finally getting the family story I asked for thirty minutes ago.

“When I was about ten, I started taking martial arts. Kelly was dating a guy named James. His family bought one of the UFC fights on pay-per-view. It was brand new then. No one really knew what MMA was. Anyway, Kelly invited me over to James’s house to watch the fight.”

He pauses, and a comfortable silence settles over us. I like that we can exist together like this without one or the other feeling forced to speak. “Kelly rarely included me in anything, so this was a big deal. My parents let me go.”

I’m trying to remember if I knew a James. Finally, I have to ask, “Did James go to school with Kelly and me?”

Graham gives a rueful laugh. “Umm … No. He went to one of the other private schools in Houston. Kelly met him at a club called Cars that she was banned from going to.”