Loving the Senator (Capitol Affairs #1) (15 page)

When the elevator stopped he let go of me, grabbed my hand and we walked out. Pulled up to the front doors of my law office was his car with the hazard lights on.

“Get in,” he said. I slid into the seat next to him, and he drove to the adjacent parking deck where the employees park. There were only a few cars parked here and there. He found a secluded area, and we parked.

“Get in the back seat, Prudence, and lift your skirt,” he said, as he licked his wet lips.

“What’s this about? Someone is going to see us, Alex.” I said. He didn’t answer, so I got out of the car and headed for the back seat. I watched him as he got out and took off his suit jacket, laid it across the front seat, took off his tie, unbuttoned the first button on his shirt, and of course, took off his watch. He climbed in the back with me, all dark and sexy-like.

“Lean back against the door and spread your knees apart,” he said. He obviously was not in the mood to talk. I was turned on by his dominance. I could make out the outline of his face and he licked his lips and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Desire swelled inside of me as I knew he was about to take over my body.

My skirt was hiked up all the way past my thighs, and I was panty-less. I spread my legs as he leaned in and buried his face in me. He didn’t tease me like he usually did. This time, he was rough and hungry, and he devoured my sex like a possessed man. I was on fire and open to him as he seized my throbbing cunt with his mouth deeper and deeper.

“Oh God, Alex,” was all I could get out. He took over my body as I frantically tried to find something other than his hair to hold onto.

My legs felt numb as he continued to tongue me deep inside. He rolled my clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it repeatedly and then sucking on it. He looked up and said, “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth until you come for me, and when you do, I’m not going to stop.”

My sex was swollen and overly awakened, and he lowered his head again and spread me open with his thumbs. The warm softness of his greedy tongue exploring all of me made me delirious. I was so into the moment of his frenzied passion for me, I forgot where we were. I didn’t care where we were at that moment.

“I thought about your cunt all day and how I needed to put my mouth on it. I want you to come and come hard.” His sexual need for me was so forceful and he seemed to be transfixed on pleasuring me with his mouth.

He licked my clit ever so slightly and slid his two fingers in me. He stopped to look at me.

“Come on my face, Prudence. I want to feel you come. Do it for me, baby,” he said. Once again, he started to suck on my clit until I couldn’t take it. I lifted my hips higher to try to stop the intense feeling. He pressed his flattened tongue to my throbbing clit as his finger worked in and out making my body tremble.

The orgasm came within seconds as I tightened my legs around his head. But he wouldn’t stop. Waves of fire burned through me along with the rhythm of his tongue. I bit my lip and let the wave take over my body.

He looked up at me once again.

“After that mail delivery, your pussy was all I thought about. I had to have you before I spent the night at the Capitol. I need your taste on my lips. You think you won this one today, but I’m not one to be challenged, baby. You are up against the best,” he smiled up at me licking his lips.

“You are delicious, by the way. Keep those legs spread wide. I’ve just gotten started.”

He surveyed the still-empty parking lot and unzipped his pants. Alex pulled out his wet-tipped penis from his boxers and thrust it inside me. The feeling of him thrusting inside my spent pussy was unbearably stimulating. He plunged in me with his hot, thick cock, pushing deeper and deeper. Tears wet my eyes as I grabbed his ass and bit his shoulder.

“This pussy of yours is to die for,” he groaned, as he relentlessly slammed into my thighs. I moaned and inhaled his scent. My tongue traced a line down his neck. I wanted everything about him. His hands gripped the seats, and his muscles bulged inside his shirt.

“You love to tease me with it and I can’t get enough of it. God, you are so soft and tight.”

“Oh, baby. What are you doing to me? I can’t stop wanting you or needing you. Squeeze me in you the way I love,” he whispered, as he kissed my ear and ran his tongue around the outside.

“Alex, come inside me,” I said. I clenched and released my sore cunt around his perfect, thick penis.

“Tell me how bad you want me to come, Prudence? Touch your breasts for me, like I touch them. Let me see you touch yourself,” he whispered. My legs pushed against Alex’s leather seats and my head pressed into the door.

I reached under my shirt and touched my hard and sore nipples.

“Oh, it feels so good, Alex. Come in me. I’m spread wide open for you. Alex, fill me with your cum so that I can feel it dripping out of me all night.”

With that, I felt him release in me hard and fast as he shuddered. He bucked his head back and pumped me repeatedly while his hot liquid dripped out onto his leather seats. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. He took his penis out and rubbed his cum all over me. He rubbed it into my raw lips and onto my clit, which was still tender from the orgasm.

My face was on fire. I didn’t think my body could take another orgasm as Alex pulled up my blouse and bra and started sucking on my nipples. The sound of him sucking on them and rubbing his cum on my clit was too much. He fingered me with three fingers. My sex clenched them as he rubbed me with his thumb. I came again, hitting my head against the door. The force of my orgasm made my entire body tighten, and I was covered in sweat. It was too much. I was barely able to catch my breath.

After, he collapsed on my chest, sweaty and spent.

“Thank you, now I will be able to think clearly and make decisions for the good of the state. Please don’t tease me and think I’m not going to react. Just knowing that thong was on you, gave me an instant hard on, and I was in a constituent's meeting to boot. I had to sit through it for four hours with your panties in my pocket and my dick throbbing for you.”

“I love making you squirm, Alex. I love knowing I can bring this powerful senator to his knees in seconds.” I kissed him on his lips, and amazingly, I could have taken him again.

Chapter Fifteen

My mother’s death and time in prison weighed heavily on my mind. The need to know why started to become an obsession. I began to investigate how my mom ended up in prison.

I’d heard Mort, her longtime boyfriend, pimp, and my tormentor, was in prison serving a lifetime sentence. I flew to Ohio and met with him. He was a horrible man to me when he lived with my mom. I hated the sight of him and hated to have to look at him again. But, I had to face him now, if I was ever going to put the past behind me.

Veena told me Mort was convicted of murder for stabbing a man named Ronald Poole, who was married with two children outside a bar. According to what Veena’d heard, he and Mort got in a fight because he hit on Deidre. When the man left the bar, Mort waited for him. He stabbed him in the stomach, and then left him for dead. It wasn’t until Deidre was dying that I found out she was a convicted murderer and had played a part in his death.

At the prison, I waited in a booth with a telephone on the wall and a glass partition while they brought him to the visitor area. I sat. It was just like television. He shuffled in, handcuffed and smirking in his orange jumpsuit. I barely recognized him. He had lost his protruding gut and his mullet. He was sickly skinny and bald. He looked like a man with no hope of a future.

I watched him through the Plexiglas. My heart began to beat rapidly when I looked into eyes that had terrified me for years. His eyes were still mean and beady. The guard unlocked his handcuffs, gave him a cigarette, and lit it for him. Slowly, he picked up his phone. I grabbed the phone then hesitated; unsure I could handle the sound of his voice.

“Hey, you ain’t a fat ass anymore. I’d fuck you now. What happened? Did you meet a rich guy and go to a fat farm?”

I swallowed hard, ignoring the uneasiness inside, took a deep breath, and started talking.

“No, Mort, I haven’t married a rich guy, and no, I haven’t gone to a fat farm. You look thinner.” I was determined to give him the same smart-ass attitude he gave to me.

“Well, you can blame your mother for that. I have the perfect weight loss plan. It’s called HIV. It’s wonderful. You never eat, and you puke your guts up all the time. What are you here for, Prudence Jude? Are you desperate for my dick again?” he smiled.

“I want to know about my mom. What happened?” I asked, ignoring his comment. I wasn’t surprised he had HIV. He was a heroin addict. He still had that sickening tick where he moved his head in a funny way and grunted.

“What do you mean what happened? She’s dead now. Didn’t you know that?” He puffed on his cigarette and blew smoke at my face. It billowed against the glass.

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about why she was in prison?” I kept my eyes on him, so he knew he didn’t intimidate me. I would love to let Victoria have a piece of him. She would tear him up in a second.

“They said she helped me kill that asshole at the bar. And she did. She stabbed him in the head, and hers was the final blow that killed the poor bastard. She admitted it. I just set it up for her. She killed the guy, not me, and yet, I’m still sitting in prison? That woman is still ruining my life. What else do you want to know?”

“How did she get AIDS?” I asked.

“She was a prostitute and drug addict, that’s how. Then she gave it to me, and who knows how many other guys she infected. I’m getting sicker and don’t have much time, so I need you to hurry this nice little family reunion up,” he said, laughing and still blowing smoke.

“Were you her pimp?”

“I guess you could say that. I set up her appointments, and she went to them. That night you got thrown out of the trailer, I overbooked.” He laughed again and started coughing.

I remembered that night. At the time, I thought it was the worst night of my life, but it turned out to be one of the best. I walked into the trailer to talk to my mom, and she was in the bedroom having sex with two guys. She was so out of it, she didn’t know who I was or what was happening. She even thought I was another guy, coming to join them. Mort came in and started screaming at me to leave her alone. He smashed up the room, the men left, and my mom was angry with me for her losing money.

I begged her to leave town, so we could get out of that hell of a life, but she wouldn’t do it. She left and found another party, and that night, she threw me out of the trailer when Mort told her I tried to have sex with him.

He kept looking at my breasts, and it was very uncomfortable. I was nervous, not only being in the prison, but also sitting in front of such a horrible man as Mort Stieger.

“Was it your idea to throw me out of my house?” I asked, looking at him in the eye. I could never look him in the eye when I was a kid.

“I talked her into it, though it didn’t take much. She was all for it. You know I had to tell her it was you that came on to me and she believed it. I heard it was a good move for you. Seems you moved up the food chain and went to live with that rich bitch mother of hers,” he said.

“Please, don’t call her that. You know nothing about her.”

He laughed and began to cough again, uncontrollably. I was getting nowhere with the idiot, and I should have known better.

“I know a lot more than you do, honey. You will find out someday. Your mom did.”

“Well, Mort thanks for talking to me. I won’t take up any more of your time,” I said.

I got up to leave and started to hang up the phone.

“Wait.”

I stopped and put the phone back to my ear.

“She didn’t want you to go. I forced her to throw you out. She loved you. I guess I just had to tell you that before I died. When I tried, to come onto you that night, I was completely messed up. You had to run and tell your mom what I did. Hell, I wouldn’t fuck a fat girl, but what the hell, that night I didn’t give a shit. I remember you had nice tits; you still do by the way. Good thing they didn’t disappear along with your fat ass. Lift up your shirt and let me take a look. It will give me something to beat off to when you leave.”

The horrible memories that I tried so hard to forget, flooded in my head at once. The dirty trailer, no food to eat, my mom shooting up heroin, walking in on her with men, and now this, came flooding in. Mort tried to have sex with me the last night I was there. I’d blocked that out until he reminded me. I suddenly remembered his nasty sweaty body on top of me, squeezing my breasts and his smoky alcohol-breath in my face. Now, I sat across from a shriveled up man rotting in jail with AIDS, and I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I wouldn’t let him see. I needed Alex.

“I have to go,” I said. I couldn’t look at him any longer. His face disgusted me.

“Can’t handle it, college girl. That’s life. Shit like that happens every day. Wise up and get over it. You didn’t get fucked that night. I bet you are now. I bet you like a big dick inside of you, don’t you?”

“Thank you for throwing me out that night. I have come a long way from that scared, fat, frizzy red-haired little girl you used to scare. I will be praying for you. Good luck with the AIDS, Mort. I hear it’s a terrible death,” I said. I slammed down the phone, and walked away.

I hardly recalled taking a cab from the prison to the hotel. I couldn’t talk, and it was like I was walking in a dream. I wanted Alex. I should have had him come with me like he wanted.

I paid the cab driver whatever was in my purse. I’m sure I overpaid, but I didn’t care. I wanted to talk to Alex and hear his voice. I walked into the foyer of the hotel trying to get myself together to reserve a room. I should have done that before I went to the prison, but I was anxious to get there.

“I have our room key.” I heard a familiar voice from the lobby.

I turned around and Alex stood there. I was never so happy in my life to see anyone. I dropped my purse and bag and ran into his arms letting go of the tears that were inside me. He held me to him, and I buried my head in his neck as I cried.