Seduced By The Candidate (The Candidate, #1) (24 page)

He paced his office back and forth, retracing his steps as he
tried in vain for some kind of inner peace, but all to no avail. He knew he
needed to find some way to relax, a way to still his turbulent mind and accept
that there were simply some things that he could not control. What he needed
was a safe place and the only one he knew of existed within the arms of his
Charlie.

Happy with his conclusion he gathered his things and announced
to the increasingly excitable campaign team that he was stepping out for some
fresh air and would be back shortly. Jake immediately got up and made as if to
accompany him, but Goulding waved him away, refusing to listen to the big man’s
vigorous protestations. He needed to escape the realities of his normal life
and retreat to a place of untold possibilities and contentment, and that was no
place for companions. Regardless of how good their intentions were.

It didn’t take him long to drive the few blocks to his hotel. Although
it had only been a few hours, he felt a longing for Charlotte that was almost a
physical pain. Knowing that the only business he had to attend to was that of a
deeply personal nature, he suggested that she remain at the hotel. He was surprised
when she had agreed with him, without the usual argument or complaint. He
hadn’t lied to her as such, but neither had he been completely truthful. Now he
felt guilty for not including her in all aspects of his life: good, bad,
wonderful, or repugnant. Still he could and would change that and he would
start as soon as possible.

Goulding parked the car and took the stairs two at a time,
buoyed by a lightness of purpose that was dizzying.

“Hi, honey. I’m home,” he shouted with obvious good humor as he
burst through the door.

“Bill? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

“Far from it, Charlie.
I’ve never felt
better, but I do want to talk to you. I want to be completely open and honest
with you, to tell you everything that I’ve ever kept hidden from you and to
ensure that you know that I will always be completely truthful with you,
irrespective of what that might entail.

“O-kay Bill,” she said, more than a little taken aback by such
an obvious outpouring of strength and feeling. “That sounds great…a little
ominous, but great!”

So he talked. And he talked. And he talked. As the hours rolled
by they relived every significant event of Goulding’s life. Laughing together
when he detailed his successes and conquests and crying openly when he recalled
the pain of his lowest moments.

When he re-counted his many shameless actions, she said nothing
and merely listened to what he had to say. She refused to judge this wonderful
man, regardless of what he had done in a previous life. That was in the past
and what lay ahead was a new life, with new priorities, principles and
possibilities. She didn’t need to judge him. She accepted him completely for
what he was and the very fact that he was so keen to share these events with
her told her everything that she needed to know.

Finally he was done talking and merely sat looking at her;
tired, glassy-eyed and emotionally drained. When she said nothing, just for a
second he thought that he had misjudged the situation and that she would turn away
from him, unable to accept the events of his past. She smiled and he knew that
she was his forever.

“I love you William Goulding,” she said quietly and taking him
in her arms, she kissed him passionately on the lips.

Goulding returned her embrace. As base passion and desire
replaced tender emotion, their kisses became more intense and needy. Charlotte
ground her mouth into his, so that her touch became as painful as it was
exquisite. It left Goulding gasping for breath. Finally, they surfaced for air
and as they stared at each other, panting with desire and a desperate need for
oxygen, they began to pull at each other’s clothes, yearning for sexual
release.

Charlotte was clad in nothing more than a simple satin robe and
in a matter of
seconds,
she stood before him, naked
and beautiful. Goulding’s attire took a little longer to discard, but with deft
fingers and an urgent touch, Charlotte had soon reduced it to a simple pile on
the floor. Need forced aside patience and romance. Neither party wanted much of
a build-up. Charlotte was already wet with desire and anticipation and Goulding
stood out hard and insistent.

Taking control of the situation, Goulding spun her around and
embraced her hard.
His hands crushing her delicate skin and
cupping her breasts while his erection pressed into the small of her back.
He stroked, cupped and caressed every inch of her body, pulling hard at her
nipples until they stood out, firm and erect, as if they were minor imitations
of his own erect manhood. Trailing his fingers down her stomach, he forced her
legs apart and plunged his questing hands between her thighs, sinking them deep
inside her. His passage was eased by the slickness of her excitement.

Charlotte moaned and pushed herself back into him, grinding her
sex against the delightful intrusion and urging him to push deeper and harder.
He obliged and soon she was bucking against his hands in frenzied desperation.
Feeling his own arousal intensify in the face of her considerable pleasure, he
withdrew his fingers, lest they spend themselves too cheaply. Just as she was
feeling the loss of his stimulation, he pushed her roughly forward so that she
was bent over, with no choice but to grip the doorframe for support. Naked and
exposed, she felt deliciously vulnerable and Goulding took full advantage of
her predicament. She felt his strong hands on her hips. In a fluid movement
that had her shouting out with pleasure, he drove himself into her.

He struck her hard, so that her ass burned warmly from his
open-palm. She moaned out loud and pushed back, desperate for him to fuck her
hard and fast. Again, he was only too happy to accommodate her and pulling back
so that only the very tip of his cock remained inside her, her thrust forward
with savage intensity that left her feeling ravaged and weak.

Goulding punctuated each thrust with a smack of his hand and as
pain and pleasure combined in a wonderfully heady mixture of erotic
fulfillment, Charlotte came hard, shuddering with her release. Goulding himself
wasn’t quite done. He was close and as quickly as her shaking legs would allow
her, Charlotte spun around and knelt before him. She attacked his glistening
member with her hands and mouth, relishing the salty taste of her own orgasm
and desperate to gaze up into his eyes as he achieved his own release. It
wasn’t long in coming as he jerked and shuddered, unleashing a torrent of
thick, white cum across her open mouth, face and hair. The sight of her covered
in his ejaculate was infinitely erotic, but as she slowly started to gather the
strands and lick them from her fingers, he came again, this time shooting a
load deep into her waiting mouth and across her tongue.

Their immediate needs satisfied, Charlotte drew them both a
bath and settled
herself
into the warm, foamy embrace.
Goulding eased himself in behind her and as she cleansed the remnants of their
passion from her hair and face, he began to soap her body, slowly and
intimately. He used a sponge, slick with soap to massage her shoulders and her
back. With her own needs satisfied, she leaned back against his chest and he
washed her breasts and stomach. The feel of the rough sponge against her
already sensitive nipples made her gasp and beneath the water, she felt his own
excitement rekindle.

Before he could get too carried away, she leaned forward and
retrieved her razor and foam from the corner of the bath.

“Shave me Bill. I want to feel your tongue as it runs over my
naked pussy and the cool air on my skin as you fuck me.”

Far from diminishing Goulding’s excitement, his cock grew
harder in response to her words. Despite his obvious desire, he was mindful of
the implement’s sharpness and the possibility of hurting her in his eagerness
to complete the job.

As she turned and reclined against the bath’s edge, he took the
razor and shaving cream from her and taking a deep breath, steadied himself and
his rampant desire. The luxurious feel of the cream against her skin as
Goulding gently smeared her sex with the viscous matter was maddening and she
found it hard to concentrate on anything else. When the blade drew its first
track through hair and cream she gasped and bit her lip, stifling a cry of
pleasure.

Slowly but surely Goulding worked the blade across her skin,
going with the natural grain of the already sparse hair and ensuring that
Charlotte would experience no discomfort now or in the future. Struggling to
keep his mind on track, he pulled the folds of skin taught and removed the hair
on every part of her sex, from the area below her navel, all the way back to
the tiny blonde hairs that circled her anus. It was infinitely erotic and the
smell of her arousal mingled with the light perfume of the foam to create a
heavenly aroma. Her already smooth, flawless skin was anointed by the residue
from the foam and it shone with a sumptuous luster that had them both heated
and horny.

As Goulding put down the blade and gently wiped away the
remnants of hair and foam he delighted in the smooth feel of the skin beneath
his fingers. Charlotte gasped at the sensation of cool air on her
hyper-sensitive skin, but she wasn’t satisfied at merely reveling in the
elements. She wanted to delight at the feel of Goulding’s mouth, his tongue,
his breath and ultimately, his cock.

She needn’t have worried. Goulding was completely entranced and
found
himself
powerless to prevent bending over to
follow the invisible tracks of his fingers, with the wet trails of his tongue
and mouth. The slightly prickly sensation of licking against the grain of the
hair was countered by the flawlessly smooth sensation when his tongue was
reversed in an almost imperceptible paradox of pleasure. He delighted in the
sensations and moved his mouth ever closer to the opening of her sex.

Charlotte moaned loudly and writhed beneath his touch. Her
naked skin was so sensitive and delicate that everything enhanced her pleasure
and exaggerated the sensations. His breath made her tingle, his lips and kisses
made her burn and his tongue.

Oh God, his tongue! As he circled her clitoris and plunged his
tongue inside her, she could hold back no more.

“Holy shit, Bill!
Oh God, that feels
good. Yes! There, right there. Tongue
fuck
me…yes,
yes…YES!”

Goulding’s own desire overcame his need to be a gentleman and
now he thought only of his own satisfaction. He sat up and dragged Charlotte
towards him, his hands practically spanning her waist and half-lifting,
half-pulling her onto his lap. With no need for guiding hands, she slipped onto
his engorged shaft and cried out as the position forced him deep inside her.
Despite their previous coupling, they were both desperate for more and with
water and bath suds splashing everywhere, she began to ride Goulding’s cock,
hard and fast.

Goulding held her hips, guiding her movements and her speed. At
the same time, he thrust up to meet her every stroke. Although the surroundings
were desperately cramped, the sensations were exquisite and neither party
complained as they bucked and thrust towards their own private nirvana. Their
previous tryst meant that they were able to stave off their orgasms, but their
excitement at this new pleasure meant that all too soon they were experiencing
the tell-tale build-up of climax and release. An unspoken understanding passed
between them and instead of slowing down to prolong the experience, they chose
to speed up and intensify the pleasure.

Charlotte bounced and splashed and Goulding thrust and pounded
and as one their backs arched and they reached a crescendo of pleasure that
neither had ever experienced before. As his body shook again and again, Goulding
considered that even the potential announcement that he was the new President
of the United States of America would struggle to top the way he felt right
now.
 

* * *

Charlotte was warm, naked and infinitely alluring. Goulding
thought that, given the choice, he would happily have curled up behind her,
molded himself to her recumbent form and never needed to move again.
Unfortunately, there was that little distraction called ‘winning an election’
to consider and he knew that all too soon they would have to get up and face
the music. Groaning with frustration he stretched against the prone figure and
chided his twitching erection for the Judas it was.

“Come on beautiful,” he said, kissing Charlotte lightly on the
shoulder. “We’ve got a nation to address.”

She turned and smiled at him, her ‘just-fucked’ hair falling
across her face in a riotous tangle of golden curls and he wondered at the fact
that there was no part of her that didn’t turn him on.

“Yes Mr President,” she purred.

God she was sexy, but he had already spent far too much time
away from his other responsibilities and for a change his personal pleasures
would have to wait. He dragged back the covers making her squeal in mock
protest as the cold air replaced the cocoon warmth of the bed and smacked her
upturned buttocks playfully.

“Oh, Mr President.
You are forceful,”
she said rising onto all fours and wiggling her ass in his direction. Ensuring
that her eyes never left his, she took her long, elegant middle finger and
sucked at it alluringly, before running it all the way along the crack of her
ass and burying it deep inside her.

“Oh well,” thought Goulding, “I guess at least it’ll be my
party that I’m late for and not someone else’s!”

* * *

From his inner office, Goulding could hear the laughter and
merrymaking of his campaign team and invited supporters going on around him. So
far no official announcement had been made, but as they had watched the results
from the various polling stations begin to pour in, Goulding knew that he was
looking at a landslide victory on an unprecedented scale. Knowing that defeat
was all but impossible, he had allowed his expectant team to begin the party
early and they had accepted the invitation with some gusto.