nc-17 | sexual content

The danger of it, in theory, was supposed to make it more exciting. In practice, it was somewhat annoying. With no lock on the door, they had the lights off in his room, so anyone coming for him would assume he was asleep. Even though it was comfortably warm, they were both tucked underneath a large, bulky comforter, so if someone did barge in without knocking, they wouldn't see anything too incriminating. They had both gotten undressed before crawling into his bed, and her clothing was neatly folded and placed in one of his bags, so the same hypothetical rude intruder wouldn't wonder why Josh had lace panties lying around on the floor.

The consequences of getting caught - especially here - weighed heavily on her head. But she couldn't resist him when he said he needed her. And, unfortunately, he knew this and was more than willing to take advantage of it.

She slithered down his body, kissing random patches of skin. She would have done this for him even if he hadn't asked; as much as he went down on her, it was only fair.

Still, she sighed to herself as she found his cock in the dark. Oral sex was enough of a task as is. She had to watch her teeth and control her gag reflex. Deal with the fact that he couldn't stop himself from thrusting up or down into her mouth. Concentrate well enough to play with his balls the way he liked. Add to that the difficulties in doing it with a thick blanket over her head, in the dark ... it wasn't the most fun thing in the world.

And really, she thought, if CJ or Toby or Margaret did stumble into his room right now, it wouldn't be that difficult to figure out what was going on. The blanket only meant they wouldn't get a nice view of her ass.

She let him slide along her tongue until she couldn't take anymore. With one hand wrapped firmly around the base, she bobbed her head up and down, releasing it completely when her mouth began to hurt. She resorted to swirling her tongue around the head and then licking up and down the shaft, until he sunk his fingers into her hair. She wrapped her lips around him again, waiting for him to let go, but he grasped her shoulders and pulled her up instead.

She was thankful when he rolled her onto her back. The idea of riding him while keeping the comforter in place didn't appeal to her.

"Do you need me to?" he whispered in her ear.

"No. But it'd be nice."

She felt him grin. He pushed her body up towards the headboard as he moved down, giving him enough room. Josh had complained about the intricacies of female anatomy before, but really, she thought men had it easy. Or at least, he had it easy. Maybe other women weren't as responsive as she was. All he had to do was push two fingers into her - just like that - and rub her clit with his thumb - just like that - and that was all it took. Slow, steady pressure and her body started to fall to pieces. Once he added his tongue into the mix, she was a goner.

She had to remind herself where she was as she started to come. She always had the urge to cry out his name, something that, no doubt, fed his ego.

He entered her quickly, sloppily pressing his lips to hers. He began with firm, strong strokes, but slowed down once he realized he was banging the bed against the wall. She liked it better when it was slow, anyway.

"I couldn't stop thinking about this all day," he said. "You had to wear that skirt, didn't you?"

"You were walking around wearing those nice, tight jeans. I thought it was only fair."


They both stilled suddenly at the sound of CJ's voice. He put his hand over her mouth, as if she needed to be reminded to stay quiet. She was thinking about making a dash for the bathroom when there was a soft noise, like someone scratching their nails across a desk. He seemed to wait forever before poking his head out from under the blanket.

"I think she slid something under my door."

"Oh." With the danger gone, she wriggled her hips, trying to get him back to the task at hand. One, two, three more strokes and she came again, using his shoulder to muffle her moan. She felt his release and allowed him a few moments to recover before she eased out from under him.

"Stay," he said, his tone almost pleading. "We never sleep in the same bed. I just ... I just want one morning with you."

"We'll have plenty of mornings together."

"Yeah, in four years."

Or four months, given the way the campaign is going, she thought. Aloud, she said, "It's too dangerous."

"Not really."

"What if someone comes looking for me in my room?"

"You went for a walk. Or you went into town. You can make up something."

It would have been easier to resist, perhaps, if he hadn't had his strong arms around her, if he wasn't kissing her in between sentences. "Okay. I just hope someone doesn't see me leaving your room in the morning."

"You'll just tell them I'm a very stupid man who needed help getting dressed. They'll believe you."

She decided to stop arguing and let him keep kissing her instead.


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