The Congressman's Whore Page 3

  “Sounds like you were meant for this,” Zane rasped, his voice pitched low, gone gravelly with arousal. He rubbed his stubbled chin against Upton’s nipple, a sandpapery sting, and chased it away with the flat of his tongue only to suck the nub between his lips and torment Upton anew.

  Upton arched his back, gasping at how sensitive his skin was. Even that hint of roughness made his eyes roll back. He parted his legs with embarrassing eagerness.

  There was no shame, though. Zane affirmed Upton’s every move, allowing Upton to relax and enjoy the bite of Zane’s nails, the way his soft hair brushed over his skin. The confusion of touches caused his skin to prickle and goose; every hair on his body stood to attention.

  “Feels good.”

  “Yeah?” Zane kissed Upton again, smiling against his mouth as if truly enjoying this, and then nuzzled Upton’s throat, biting gently. “I can’t wait to be inside you. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve been busy, been working so hard. You deserve a good fuck, honey. You need it, don’t you?”

  Zane rutted against Upton’s leg, the unmistakable pressure of his cock reminding Upton of seeing it slick and flushed on cam, thick enough to stretch him. Before Upton could gather words to answer, Zane returned to his nipples, nipping them, tugging, suckling, blanking Upton’s mind all over again, and then Zane’s hand was on his balls, massaging gently.

  “What d’you need first, hm? You need your cock sucked, honey? You want your ass eaten?” Zane lifted his head to regard Upton, making eye contact, holding his gaze. “Or do you want me to take charge? This is for you. Whatever you need.”

  It really had been a long time, measured in months—maybe even a year—since Upton’s last inglorious relationship had ended with a standoff, both withholding affection as if playing abstinence chicken.

  Everything sounded good; Upton was nearly overwhelmed with choice. “I’ve, uh, never had my ass eaten.” The confession cost him. Was his face melting off?

  “Oh, honey, no. An ass like that needs eating.” Zane shook his head, dark hair falling into his face before he lifted a hand to tuck it behind his ear. Then he rolled back and stood. He held out a hand, grabbed Upton by the wrist, and drew him to his feet.

  They kissed again, wet and hot and way too deeply for strangers, and then, somehow Upton’s thighs hit something, and he realized he’d been walked back to the bed. He’d lost the bathrobe somewhere, and Zane had buried his face in Upton’s neck anew, sucking the skin in sharp, short bursts meant not to leave marks.

  By the time Upton’s head cleared, Zane was spreading him out on the bed, manhandling him into position with his knees up and his thighs spread wide.

  “Lift up,” he demanded, and Upton obeyed without thinking, raising his ass so Zane could slide a thick, soft pillow beneath it, elevating his hips.

  On display like that, Upton couldn’t help feeling vulnerable. Then Zane took off his boots and stripped off his jeans. He looked so good Upton forgot to care.

  Zane pulled a few things from his jeans’ pocket and then settled on the bed between Upton’s legs. He left his supplies on the bedspread and then caressed Upton’s calves, chasing gentle touches with raking nails, trails of heat.

  “Look at you.” Zane sounded hungry for him, rumbly and wrecked. His stiff cock bounced as he shifted closer and rubbed his thumb over Upton’s entrance. “I’m gonna get you ready for me, get you writhing like you’re gonna achieve liftoff, and then I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life.”

  The way Zane talked, the way he looked—intense, focused—Upton believed him.

  Then Zane sprawled on the bed and pulled Upton’s legs over his shoulders, inching steadily closer to his ass. Zane spread Upton’s cheeks with his hands, holding him wide, baring him to the cool air, and then he nuzzled in, kissing his entrance gently. His stubbled chin scratched the tender skin, but his mouth was hot and wet and so soft. The first touch of his slick tongue made Upton arch helplessly, and Zane tightened his grip, holding his cheeks hard enough to hurt in the best way. He pulled Upton closer again as he writhed away, working his tongue against Upton’s opening with surprising strength.

  It was almost ticklish at first. He’d never felt anything so warm and soft on his opening. The stubble added spice to the sensation, grounding him as Zane’s tongue lapped his hole. Upton writhed, steadying himself as best he could by grabbing the duvet. The feeling was powerful and strange. He lifted his ass, wanting more, even as his muscles contracted, instinctive against the ticklish feeling.

  It was good, almost too good, causing his body to jerk with each flick of Zane’s tongue. It was as if Upton had lost control, as if Zane was controlling him with his mouth on a part of Upton’s body that had never experienced this kind of focus.

  Upton whimpered, loving it even as he thrashed. Zane’s tongue swirled and pressed delicately inward as Upton grabbed the duvet and pulled it over his own head to hide. There was something so naughty about this, and yet, it felt so delicious that Upton could only press his heels into Zane’s back, holding him as if he was going to stop.

  Zane growled and wrapped his arms around Upton’s thighs, holding him still and close as he worked him over. He’d never been readier to be fucked in his life, but he didn’t want it to stop yet either. As if reading his mind, Zane moved one hand to rest against Upton’s ass, then teased his hole with a fingertip, licking around it and pressing in slowly, opening him up.

  The intense feeling curled Upton’s toes. Oh God, how did something so filthy feel so good? Upton had always lived such a vanilla life, so obsessed with his pristine image that he’d avoided any whiff of scandal. Now here he was, a literal whore worshipping his ass.

  How thrilling.

  When Upton relaxed, Zane pushed his finger farther inside as he swirled his tongue around Upton’s rim, lavishing him with sensation. Upton flexed and squeezed around Zane’s finger until Zane withdrew it to add a second, sliding both deep into Upton, stroking his sweet spot as Zane’s tongue glided around the stretched skin.

  The tip of Upton’s cock grew wetter against his belly as his attempts to buck were thwarted by Zane’s steady control. Amazing. Upton wasn’t a particularly large man; finding someone big enough to overpower him was never that difficult, but finding someone who could and would was a different matter.

  Upton put his arm over his face to moan into the crook of his arm. As much as he wanted to get loud, that wasn’t a controversy he could face. He ground against the fingers, the mouth teasing him, sucking around his opening.

  “Can you— Can you…fuck me with your fingers while you suck my cock?”

  That was probably the naughtiest sentence ever to cross Upton’s lips. He cringed.

  Zane lifted his head, gazing at Upton up the length of his body with a wicked smile playing over his swollen, shiny lips. “Oh yeah, honey. You just relax.”

  He shifted slightly, and then his mouth was on Upton’s balls, sucking them in, rolling them around his tongue, sending a fresh wave of pleasure pulsing through him. Upton arched and twisted, but Zane held him steady, fucking him slowly on his fingers as he toyed with Upton’s sac. Then Zane pulled away with an obscene smacking sound and inched higher, rubbing his nose against Upton’s cock.

  Zane kissed and licked up his shaft, straining Upton’s patience, and when he finally sucked the head past his lips, sweet relief flooded Upton. As Zane bobbed his head slow and deep, Upton strained against Zane’s grip, struggling against the enormity of the feeling. Zane kept him still and ground his fingertips into Upton’s prostate, working his ass hard as he sucked him.

  Upton wasn’t going to last long like this, and he didn’t want to come before he got fucked. In retrospect, two hours was optimistic.

  He looked down his body and brushed Zane’s hair to the side so Upton could see the lips stretched wide around him. Zane’s dark gaze met Upton’s and his lips curled, as much as they could while stuffed with cock.

  God, Zane was sexy.

/>   That much had always been obvious, but his skill… If he was this good at everything he did, he had a bright future, indeed. Upton ran his hands through Zane’s hair, playing with it before tightening his grip just enough to gently fuck his face. “May not… last long… like this….”

  Zane arched an eyebrow and kept going for a few moments before he released Upton’s cock. He rested his cheek against it and gazed at Upton, heavy-lidded and crimson-mouthed. It was profane the way he leaned against Upton’s shaft, nestled against it like it was the only place he wanted to be.

  “Mm, you wanna come with me inside you, honey?” Zane smiled like a dirty angel with innocent eyes and perfect teeth. His words carried a trace of a Southern accent Upton hadn’t heard before, like he’d relaxed enough for it to bleed through. “I can just...keep you right here, right on the edge, drag it all out.”

  He turned his face to lick a stripe up Upton’s shaft before looking back at him. “Or I could just...roll you over and take you.” He thrust his fingers deeper into Upton, fucking him slow and steady. “Could just have you right now, work you over until you can’t take it anymore.”

  “Mmnn.” Upton wriggled helplessly on Zane’s long fingers. He licked his lips and tried to form an answer, but on top of it being so long since someone else touched him, no one else had done it with such simple perfection. “Orgasm denial is something I want to experiment with but… tonight, I… like a sample platter?”

  That was probably the stupidest thing Upton could’ve said. It was a testament to Zane’s abilities that Upton didn’t go soft with humiliation. “You know what I mean. Been thinking about your… um… since the cam show.”

  “My ‘um’?” Zane narrowed his gaze, looking adorably confused, as if his innocent act wasn’t put on. He kissed Upton’s erection again and tongued his slit, keeping him rock hard, his fingers working ceaselessly inside Upton, stretching and readying him. “Do you mean my cock? Because I want you to tell me, in detail, what you want, not least because you’re incredibly sexy when you’re embarrassed.”

  At least someone enjoyed Upton’s humiliation. He was bodily hot from the stimulation as well as being called on his inability to talk dirty. “Yes, your cock. I was thinking about your cock.”

  While it wasn’t a constant thought, when Upton was alone, when he jerked off in the morning, or at night, it was Zane’s cock he thought about. He’d waited two weeks to find out what it would be like up close, what it might taste like, but mostly what it would feel like inside him.

  God, he’d thought a lot about that cock.

  Upton squeezed around Zane’s fingers, pushing back to get them deeper inside, and then gathered his thoughts. He wasn’t drunk, but he felt high on arousal.

  What did he want? “I want you to turn me around, push my face in the pillow, and fuck me in half.”

  Such language. Upton covered his face to hide his shame.

  “Hey.” Zane kissed Upton’s tip again and nudged his cock like he was seeking attention. “Hey, honey, look at me.” There was just enough authority in his words to make Upton peek from behind his fingers, to take in Zane’s serene determination. When their eyes met, Zane smiled a little, one of those heartbreaker things he kept leveling at Upton like he didn’t know the power behind them.

  “Good,” Zane murmured, kissing Upton’s hip without breaking eye contact. He nipped the ridge of bone and then kissed it gently, holding Upton’s gaze. “You have permission to want what you want, and to ask for what you want. The rest of the world doesn’t matter when you’re with me.”

  Zane sounded so confident, as if it was a simple fact. “When you’re in bed with me, you answer to me alone. And what you want, if I want you to have it, you’ll receive without any need for guilt or shame, unless that turns you on.” His smile widened, and he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Upton’s belly, affectionate and sweet, like they were really lovers. “All right?”

  “All right.” Upton dropped his hands from his face and reached out to stroke Zane’s hair. “I don’t think shame and humiliation are really a turn on for me. I mean, I might give it a try just to see someday, but I think my life has enough of both of those things already.”

  He gave a weak smile in hopes he didn’t sound pathetic, but he wanted to communicate his openness to trying new things. “I haven’t done much. I watch porn and think maybe I’d like to try something, but then I never have the opportunity. I thought, as a professional, you might have some recommendations.”

  As if Upton was trying a new wine? Jesus, he was bad at this.

  “Let’s start simple. What you asked for was perfect. You want to work up to breathplay, so putting your face in the pillow will scratch that itch and give us a chance to build some trust.” Zane smiled and pushed his head into Upton’s stroking, gazing at him intently. “As we see how we fit together, what our most natural dynamic is, I’ll help you experiment with new things. We have a list started already. Breathplay, orgasm denial, a little light humiliation... And we’ve already tried one new thing—rimming—and you can’t tell me you didn’t love that.”

  It sounded so reasonable, so easy, put that way. Like Zane could just give Upton a guided tour of his own tangled, half-realized fantasies.

  “Yes, I did love that.” Embarrassment heated Upton’s skin once more. He would never have asked anyone to do that, probably not even Zane. Since Zane had brought it up, it had been easy enough to go with it.

  “So, um, should I….” Upton started to turn over, but watched Zane to see if he had any objections.

  Zane pulled away and rose to kneel beside Upton’s feet, watching him like he was enjoying the view. “Go on. Face down, ass up. I want you to rest your cheek on the pillow and relax. Listen to your music, find somewhere sexy and safe in your head, and focus on the pleasure you expect to receive.”

  It was so soothing listening to him talk, making it all simple, making it into something Upton could do, something he didn’t have to think about or figure out. As Upton obeyed, Zane followed him with his hands, touching him, moving him into position, helping him get the right angle and stroking his back to help him relax.

  Upton rested his cheek on the pillow, feeling exposed again but comfortable with their plans. He’d been advised once to try things outside his comfort zone—which had driven his career to great heights—but he’d never applied that philosophy sexually until now.

  He closed his eyes and wiggled his hips, showing off his ass. “Maybe…have you, um…spanked? Not hard, or, I don’t know.”

  “Oh, someone’s feeling adventurous,” Zane all but purred. Upton could hear the smile in his voice, and a little thrill went through him that he’d impressed Zane.

  The mattress dipped as Zane knelt between Upton’s spread thighs. Then his hand came to rest on Upton’s left ass cheek, stroking smoothly before sliding across to rest on the right. Zane alternated hands, caressing Upton’s ass, almost playful. Then Zane pulled away, and a moment later the flat of his palm smacked Upton’s ass.

  Upton gasped. The sting was a shock. It tingled and burned, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. A little embarrassed, but that was par for the course.

  Zane caressed the skin again immediately, easing the sting, and asked, “Did you like that?”

  “I didn’t hate it. I’m not sure. Is it the sort of thing you know right away?” He looked over his shoulder at Zane. “This part is nice. Is that why people… I mean, it hurts, and then it feels good?”

  “Mhm.” Zane smiled at him and kept rubbing. “It heightens your awareness of your body, makes you really appreciate all those nerve endings. First it stings, it burns, it aches, and then it all shifts into relief and pleasure.” His smile widened. “And...if I spank you first, when I fuck you, my hipbones will hit the raw skin and make it all that much more intense, bring it all together.”

  The muscles in his arms and chest rippled as Zane shrugged. “We’ll explore, and you call halt the moment you’ve had enough. Let’s ke
ep it simple for now... The stoplight code. You can say ‘green’ if you’re good, ‘yellow’ if you need me to slow it down, or ‘red’ if you want me to stop. If you decide you enjoy this kind of play, you can pick a safeword later, but for now...”

  Zane smacked Upton’s ass again, a short, sharp slap, and then rubbed it soothingly, spreading the heat of the spanking, making his whole cheek tingle. Upton yelped in surprise, and grabbed the pillow tightly. The idea of his red, raw ass was weirdly appealing, though how he was going to deal with it tomorrow, he didn’t know.

  The second swat hurt more, but then the soft touches after were more gratifying. Good God, what was he getting himself into?

  He hid his face against the pillow and cried out when Zane smacked him again. Upton shifted his hips and flexed his toes as the warmth from the swats radiated down his thighs. There was a dull muscle ache, like a mirror response as blood flowed to the area. Maybe a few more swats, just to see where the sensations went?

  Zane spanked him again, a little harder, and chased after the burn with his gentle petting. Then he said, “Some people like having their hole spanked,” and slapped Upton’s other cheek, carrying on like he hadn’t just said something so dirty. “It can feel good to have all these sensitive nerves alert, expectant, waiting for more stimulation. Makes the sex more intense. But for now…”

  As Upton tried to process, Zane sprawled behind him. Then his mouth was on Upton’s opening once more, licking and teasing. He spanked Upton again, dividing his attention, and then bit his hole gently, astonishing him. Zane caressed the spanked skin as he kissed Upton’s abused entrance.

  Upton squirmed under Zane’s attentions, shying away from the hard slaps but then pressing his hips back into the softness of his hand and mouth as Zane kissed away the pain.

  This was so dirty. Though, compared to a lot of porn he’d seen, this was nothing. Still, it was Upton doing it, his ass heating up, him getting the goosebumps along his back and moaning into the pillow.