The Gentlewoman (18 page)

He lifted her, leaning her back and smoothing her dress up
as he kneeled and raised her knees over his shoulders. He pulled her red
G-string to the side and gasped in surprise at the sight of her naked sex.

“Oh God, Rory.” She had gotten waxed at the spa. He stared
at her bare pussy. He gently cupped and stroked her mound, feeling the
ultra-smooth skin.

“Do you like?”

“No…I love,” he breathed and her breath caught as he licked
her. His hot tongue sent a spasm through her sensitive flesh and she dug her
nails into his head. “Did you do this for me?”

“Yes,” she whispered on an exhale. He beamed at her
admission.

He flicked his tongue over her clit and sucked it into his
mouth. He rubbed his hand over her bare skin. He inserted two fingers,
rhythmically fucking her. She cried out and mewled as he licked at her clit
again while thrusting his fingers into her.

Rory felt the sensations building. She pulled his hair and
tried to hold out, but when Jackson stroked that sensitive spot inside her and
sucked her clit into his mouth again, she exploded into an orgasm that fired
through her entire body. She called out his name and as she quivered from the
deep release, Jackson continued to lick her.

“You taste so good,” he said between sensitive strokes.
Finally, he rose and carried her into the bedroom.

He removed her gown and dropped it to the floor. Rory would
have stopped to hang the expensive garment if she weren’t so entranced by
Jackson’s gaze. He looked over her body as if he would consume her. His face
was flushed with heat and his blue eyes gleamed.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” She
wore a red satin strapless bra, red G-string and sheer thigh-high stockings
with her red pumps. She was dying to have him inside her.

“What will you do to me?” she asked, her voice low and
wanting.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to do all the things you
want to do to me.”

“I don’t think you know all the things I’d like to do to
you.”

She took a step closer. “Show me.” Every muscle in her body
clenched.

He unbuttoned his shirt and jerked it onto the floor. He
pulled his pants off, followed by his boxers. Rory slid her eyes up and down
his body, licking her lips as she returned her stare to his heated eyes.

He led her to the bed, turning her on her belly. He held her
hands above her head and slowly ran his fingers from the back of her neck down
to her ass. He smoothed his hand slowly over both butt cheeks.

“Such smooth skin, such a gorgeous body.”

He slid one hand between her legs and pressed his finger
inside her, rhythmically stroking. She moaned and he continued until he stood
behind her and lifted her to her hands and knees. He caressed her behind as he
continued to penetrate her with his finger. She gasped as he leaned forward and
nipped her butt cheek.

“Turn around to me,” he said, and Rory turned, face level
with his hard cock. His arm spread down her spine, his finger penetrating her
harder. “Suck my dick.”

She enthusiastically took his cock, sucking the head. She
could taste his seed and greedily sucked. His whole body tightened. She wanted
more and took him into her mouth over and over, pumping him until he was
hitting the back of her throat. She loved the taste of him and hummed in appreciation
as she rubbed the underside of the head with her tongue.

He slid his middle finger down her butt cheeks and whispered
over the opening. He continued to tease and rub gently until he felt her relax.

After a few moments, he pulled himself free of her mouth.
“Stay there,” he commanded as he walked around to the other side of the
king-size bed. He kneeled behind her and massaged her ass cheeks.

“I have some oil that should feel good. Tell me to stop if
you don’t like it.” She felt it around her rear as his finger massaged her
there.

Jackson reached down and placed his cock at the entrance to
her sex. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait any longer
to be in you.” He leaned back and thrust hard. She cried out and her back
arched as she took his thick length. “You’re so tight, you fit my cock like a
glove.”

He plunged inside her. Ragged cries escaped her throat as he
pumped into her. He pulled back and slowed his pace. He returned his hand to
her ass and continued to massage the entrance there, pressing harder and
penetrating.

“Do you feel me here, baby?”

“Yes,” she mewled.

“Do you like it? Should I keep going?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Jackson groaned and continued the penetration as he thrust
into her. After a few minutes, he was thrusting inside her rear with his finger
in time to his delicious thrusts in her sex. She turned and saw his head fall
back, his eyes closed. His hard muscled body looked so sexy pumping into her.

He thrust sharply and Rory cried out. She couldn’t believe
how much she was enjoying this new experience. As the pleasure built, she felt
Jackson gently pull out of her, leaving her wanting more. She felt more of the
lubricant. Then she felt his large erection at her rear and he began pressing
into her there.

Her first reaction was to tense up. “Just relax, Rory. If
you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” He was breathing harder and she knew this was
exciting him. She took a breath and forced her body to relax. The penetration
felt strange and harsh at first, but then it became easier as she opened up to
him. She was unable to concentrate on anything but the feel of him inside her,
large and thick. It was intense but so good.

He went very slowly and it was killing him. Jackson was all
but holding his breath, his body tightly controlled as he gently pushed into
her, millimeter by millimeter. He could feel sweat on both their bodies, which
only added to the eroticism. If he let go he would be finished. After minutes
that felt like eternity, he slid the rest of the way into her and they both
moaned.

“Are you okay?” he asked huskily.

“Yes, yes,” she cried.

He took a moment for her to acclimate to the feel of him,
and to regain his control. He ran his hands over her back. Then he gently
thrust.

It was like nirvana every time he was inside Rory, but this
was even more incredible. The carnal feel, and this level of trust added to his
lust for her. It wasn’t long before she was thrusting back into him. He gave it
to her, thrusting harder and harder. It only took a short time before he could tell
she was there, and he reached down and massaged her clit. After another moment,
he inserted two fingers into her sex, and she immediately came hard, screaming
out his name. He continued to caress her as she rode out her orgasm, and when
he couldn’t hold out any longer he let go and came into her ass, calling out
her name.

They collapsed onto the bed and he pulled her tightly to his
chest.

He kissed her temple. “God, baby, thank you for that,” he
breathed heavily.

She kept her eyes closed while she brought her own breathing
under control. She finally opened her eyes and met his gaze. She gave a little
chuckle. “You’re thanking me?” She traced a line of sweat from his temple.

“Yes, thank you. You gave me your virginity, and I am
honored.” He kissed her lips gently. “You make me feel better than anyone I’ve
ever been with, Rory.”

Her hand caressed his cheek. She leaned in and kissed his
lips. Pulling back, she looked into his eyes again and he could see her amazed
expression. “I feel the same way. I feel so good when I’m with you.”

“Oh Rory,” he breathed as he hugged her tightly. He closed
his eyes and relished those words. They meant so much to him. He knew the
weight and meaning they held because of the courage it took for her to say them
aloud. Jesus, he was falling so hard.

“Oh come on, I’m sorry! You never hear anything good about
Cleveland!” Jackson laughed as Rory flashed him her eat shit look. He had
insulted her precious hometown.

They were lounging in bed, as they had been all morning.
They had taken a mid-morning catnap after breakfast in bed, which had been
imperative after the late night and early morning free-for-all. They had talked
for a long time in between rounds. Jackson had enjoyed listening to her and was
happy that she was opening up to him.

They had talked about politics, their high schools, colleges
and their families. Rory had even told some stories about her mother and father
and didn’t get sad or lapse into a panic attack. They had steered pretty clear
of any discussion of her husband and the incident, but she had shared
nonetheless. And all the while, they had lain in each other’s arms, held hands
and caressed each other. Jackson realized he hadn’t needed this kind of
affection with anybody he’d had sex with in the past ten years. But with Rory
he craved it; it fulfilled a desire he hadn’t possessed until he met her.

“I’ll have you know that everybody who comes to Cleveland
and visits the different restaurants and sites in the eclectic neighborhoods
immediately loves it. Not to mention the fact that the city, lake and
surrounding forests are gorgeous,” she added, feigning hurt. “We have the
largest theater and art district after New York City. Bet you didn’t know
that.”

“Sounds very nice. I’ll have to come and visit,” he offered,
hoping she knew he was serious.

She looked into his eyes and smiled. “Yes, you could do
that.”

He pulled her closer for the hundredth time that morning,
tucking her head under his chin. “This is so nice.”

“But we should start getting ready. I told Nicole we’d be
there by four and it’s almost an hour’s drive.” She rose to head to the shower.

“Mind if I join you?” He shot her a devious grin and wiggled
his eyebrows.

“I was going to suggest it.” She took him by the hand and
led him into the giant marble bathroom. She turned on the water in the huge
multiple-head shower and they both laughed as they tried to figure out the
advanced mechanics involved. Finally they had several different shower heads
cooperating at the desired temperature and embraced under the waterfall.

“You know, a guy could get very used to this,” he breathed
as he nuzzled her ear. With one hand in her hair, the other was slowly tracing
a finger down her neck and over her collar bone.

She breathed in and moaned softly. “Yes, this could become
habit forming if we don’t watch out.”

“Too late,” he said as he lowered his lips to hers. He
kissed her gently, his tongue slowly dancing with hers. When they pulled back,
she laid her head on his chest as he massaged her back.

“You know, you are one hot congresswoman. You may be too hot
for Congress as a matter of fact. I can’t get enough of you.” He pressed his
erection into her stomach.

She laughed and raised her head to look into his eyes.
“Well, right back at you, Playboy Dorn.”

“Oh no, there’s no playboy here.”

“Oh no? I was enjoying having my own personal playboy.
Although I think we’d better get washed and get ready to go. Nicole gets pissed
if anybody’s late for Sunday dinner. And all this activity has left me a little
sensitive; I might need you to give me a break.”

“I was too rough with you, wasn’t I? I’m sorry, Rory.”

She smiled up at him. “Don’t apologize. I might want a
repeat later. Some things are worth being a little sore.” She grabbed the soap
and lathered her hands. “Come here, I better make sure you’re squeaky clean,”
she crooned as she wiggled her eyebrows and lowered onto her knees.

Jackson parked in Nicole’s driveway and turned to Rory,
grinning brightly. “I can tell you’re nervous, but it’s amusing as hell, baby.”

“You really don’t have to do this,” Rory mumbled.

“It’s my pleasure. I want to hang out with you and your
friends.” He laughed as she rolled her eyes at him. “Why are you so nervous?
What’s the worst that can happen?”

Rory paused and ticked off a couple examples. “She can ask
about your dick size. Or how you’re enjoying the sex. Or she could ask if I’ve
blown you yet. Or any other raunchy question she can think of, although I made
her swear she’d be on her best behavior.”

Jackson laughed incredulously. “Well, I guess we’ll just
risk it. I’m sure it won’t be as bad as all that. Why would she do that?”

Rory sighed. “Because it’s what I’ve done to her all her
life. You know how the saying goes…paybacks being a bitch.”

“You and your friends are fun people.” They walked up the
drive arm in arm.

“You have no idea.”

Nicole was waiting as they entered the breezeway. She
greeted them warmly, shaking hands with Jackson and hugging Rory. She took
their coats and led them into the kitchen where Jim and the kids were lined up
to meet Aunt Rory’s new friend. Rory rolled her eyes and felt her blood
pressure increase. At least with the kids around, Nicole would keep it on a G
rating.

Jim shook hands with Jackson and as it turned out, they knew
each other from the Bureau. They had never worked a case together but had been
in the same circles from time to time. They introduced the three older boys.
Each one shook Jackson’s hand and hugged Rory before running out of the room.
The baby was seated in his high chair and Rory immediately went to him.

“How’s my Danny boy? Why has Mommy stuck you in this
contraption again?” She teased and tickled him. She was rewarded with baby
giggles.

“Jackson, can I make you a drink?” Jim turned to the bar and
offered him a stool. “What’s your poison?”

“Gin and tonic would be great,” he replied, and they fell
into a casual conversation about the Bureau and people they knew in common.

While they talked, Rory cut slices of banana for the baby.
She lavished him with attention, leaning in to give and accept kisses. She was
in love with the kid and enjoyed fussing over him. She saw Jackson eyeing her
and blushed. He smiled privately at her.

“Let’s relax in the living room,” Nicole suggested. Jackson
wasn’t self-conscious and wouldn’t allow Rory to be. He held her hand and sat
close to her on the sofa. Jim sat on the opposite couch as Nicole put Danny
into his playpen and handed him a few toys. She grabbed the newspaper and
joined Jim on the couch.

“Have you guys seen any news today?”

Rory eyed her suspiciously. They had been best friends
forever and she knew when Nicole was trying to pull something.

“No, we haven’t seen anything.” Jackson turned and smirked
at Rory as he sipped his drink. Rory caught Nicole’s sly look.

“I wanted to show you this.” Nicole handed them the
Washington
Post
society page. Their picture from the state dinner the night before was
front and center. Jackson held it out so they could both review it. Their
picture was the largest and centered on the page with smaller photos of
attendees around it. The caption stated their titles and names. Rory stared at
the photo. It looked very cozy. She immediately thought of Landon and the party
and her anxiety rose.

“That’s a nice picture,” Jackson said proudly, looking at
Rory with a pleased smile.

Rory took a swig of her drink and smiled timidly back at
him.

“There’s more,” Nicole announced as she swiped the remote.
“Brace yourselves.” She beamed at them.

The noon news blared and they caught the end of the weather.
“Here it comes,” Nicole said enthusiastically. Rory shot her a pained look
before turning back to the television.

She recognized the footage of the state dining room. The
reporter droned on about the visiting dignitaries and the lineup of events held
in their honor. The story went on innocuously, covering the previous evening’s
entertainment. And then, the focus of the report shifted to Rory and Jackson.
Rory leaned forward.

The loud, clear voice of the anchorwoman rang out. “On
another note, Washington saw a glimpse of a return to Camelot last night at the
state dinner. Two of Congress’s most eligible members stepped out together and
turned the heads of all the attendees, including the president and first lady.”

Footage ran of Rory and Jackson crossing the carpet and
posing for their photo, greeting the president and first lady and dancing while
people looked on as if they were the main event. Rory didn’t hear much of what
the reporter was saying. She was too focused on the footage of Jackson spinning
her in his arms and playfully bumping and grinding into her. It all looked very
sultry and carnal and her mouth fell open. She did take note of how good they
looked together. Jackson was his usual drop-dead-gorgeous self and she had to
admit that she looked happy in the footage.

Nicole clicked off the television as the report came to a
quick end. By all accounts it was a nice story, if it were somebody other than
herself. Panic rose inside her. She looked at Nicole.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. We weren’t the only
ones at that dinner.”

“You were the only ones who were newsworthy,” Nicole quipped
happily.

It annoyed Rory that Nicole was happy about the story. She
looked at Jackson and he was smiling too. “What the hell are you two smiling
at? This isn’t good news coverage.”

“Why not?” Jackson asked, rubbing her back gently.

“Yeah, why not?” Nicole added goadingly.

Rory looked back and forth between the two of them and tried
to contain her anger.

“Come on, baby, what’s so bad about that? You looked
beautiful. I told you that was why everybody was staring at us.” Jackson seemed
to be enjoying himself immensely, which just pissed her off more.

“Well, for one thing, I’m not used to making the news
because of who I’m fucking. I’m used to making the news because I’m damn good
at what I do.”

Jackson blanched at her words and Rory immediately regretted
them. She didn’t mean to hurt his feelings or make him think she wasn’t proud
to be with him. She took a deep breath and turned to him.

“Jackson, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that how it sounded. I
was very proud to be with you last night. What I meant to say was that I’m not
used to having my personal business broadcast.” She stopped and thought for a
moment. She squeezed the bridge of her nose as she thought about what she had
just said.

Everybody remained very quiet. Rory closed her eyes and
tried to be honest with herself about her panic. Perhaps she should put this in
its proper context.

“Okay, obviously I’m being obtuse. Let me try again. Perhaps
my reaction is brought on by the fact that my experiences in my personal life
have never led to news coverage that I have enjoyed. I prefer to only be
covered for my career.”

Jackson recovered himself and took her hand in his. “Rory,
remember, I told you about this. You’re a single member of Congress, as am I. You
will be in the news. You’re a matter of interest for the people you serve.
They’ll be interested in your personal life as well as your body of work.” He
made it sound so logical.

“Rory, it was good coverage. Jackson’s right, the two of you
looked great and you were having a great time at the White House. Ohioans would
be proud of you. This is the kind of coverage we want. If you’re worried about
Roy or Landon…” She trailed off.

The party added to her anxiety, but her concern for those
two was dwindling. Landon’s warnings of political loyalty aside, she hadn’t
appreciated those folks and their games of late.

“I’m not too worried about the party. They seem to be too
distracted with their own selfish games to pay much attention to anything
real.”

She felt Jackson tense beside her and turned to him. “I’m
really sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he quipped and kissed her quickly on the
lips. “First news report in ages that didn’t refer to me as ‘the Playboy’.” He
made air quotes. “You’re bringing me up in the world.”

Nicole leaned forward on her elbows. “So, Jackson, did you
know you’re dating a living legend?”

Rory dropped her fork. “Oh Jesus,” she muttered as she
dropped her forehead into her palm. “Let’s not go there, please?”

“A living legend?”

“Indeed. You are in the presence of the Bobcat Streaker.”

“No, Nicole!” Nicole completely ignored her.

“Streaker? Do tell!” Jackson sat sideways in his chair and
encircled Rory’s shoulders, pulling her against his chest. “Sounds juicy,” he
said, kissing her head.

“I’ll get you for this, Dailey.” She placed her hands on
Jackson’s arms.

“I’m sure you will.” She smirked before happily continuing.
“So we were sophomores at Ohio University. Rory and I roomed together in one of
the co-ed dorms. One day while Rory was in the shower, somebody pulled a fire
alarm.”

Jackson craned his neck and looked at Rory with a half grin.
He could tell where this was headed. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Well, as you can imagine, it was pandemonium. Everybody ran
out of their rooms, slamming their doors closed as we were all trained to do
when a fire alarm sounded. That was the protocol in those old buildings. In the
event of fire, you shut every door so it wouldn’t spread as easily. Anyway,
everybody slammed their doors and left the building as instructed. We all
gathered out in front and waited for the fire department. It only took them a
couple minutes to get there and they entered the building and started going
floor to floor.”

“Must we tell this tired story?” Rory complained.

“Yes, we must,” Nicole continued. “I became alarmed because
I knew Rory had been in the shower but I couldn’t find her out on the lawn, so
I told the firefighters that she could still be in the building.”