Cockney:A Stepbrother Romance(67)

     



 



I groan; "I know, I know, it's just- I mean, I'm doing this because I  have ideas, and visions, and projects that are important to me that I  really want to make part of my platform in all of this. And I feel like  if I ignore those things-"



"If you ignore those things, you've got a shot at being elected." Donald snaps at me.



"Well then what's the point? What about fighting for what you believe in? What about having passion for things that matter?"



He sighs; "To get elected, Reagan. If that's not your goal, than you may  be wasting your money with me." He takes off his glasses and looks at  me sharply as he cleans them with his tie; "You do want to actually get  elected, right?" I nod quietly. "Good, then keep your fluffy daydream  ideas inside and stick to the damn script."





P R E S E N T



I giggle as I push back against him, feeling his lips brush against the  back of my neck and send shivers down my spine; "We need to stop this,  I'm about to go on stage you know." I bite my lip, wondering if that  sounded even remotely more convincing to him than it did to me.



"Stop what?" He growls into my ear, and I gasp as I feel his fingers  slide up the inside of my thigh, under my relatively conservative  knee-length skirt. I gasp as he finds what I know he was looking for,  his fingers sliding over the gusset of my panties and only making me  press back against him even more.



"Mmm … that. Stop that." I murmur, my eyes closing as he touches me there.



"What, this?" His fingers slip under the seam of my panties and slide  through my wetness. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I reach  back behind me to the hardness in his pants, and I begin to stroke his  length. "That's not exactly doing much for your case here, Senator," He  whispers huskily into my ear.



"Fine." I grin as I hear him groan as I take my hand away from him, but  suddenly I'm gasping as his other hand suddenly hikes my skirt all the  way up to my waist behind me. Before I can even turn around, his hand is  yanking my panties down over my thighs; "Don't even think about it!"  And I squirm to try and stop him, but not really all that hard.



"Too late," he says with a sly grin against my skin, as he pushes my  panties down further until they drop down my legs to my heels.



Welcome to a typical Thursday afternoon with Reagan and Hudson; sneaking  around like we're teenagers and fucking every chance we get; even when  that chance is a chancing it in itself. We're about to go out on stage  to sit for this panel-type discussion with a news anchor about my  platform and about me being the "fresh young face of politics" or  something like that. Hudson's going to be out there too actually, due to  his association with Archer Holdings, and while he resisted at first, I  managed to convince him.



 … Ok, so maybe I convinced him while I was fucking him, but that doesn't make me any less of an amazing negotiator.



Suddenly, I can feel him doing something behind me with his hand, as I  hear a familiar sound, my eyes go wide; "Hudson!" I can feel it then,  his bare, naked cock pressing hotly against the skin of my ass cheeks.  "What the fuck are you doing?" I hiss, peeking out from behind the  curtain we're hiding behind to glance out at the stage and seeing that  they're just about set up. He pushes the head of his cock down between  my legs, and I'm suddenly moaning quietly as I feel him slide it across  my opening; "Hudson, don't even thi- oooh." He growls into my ear as he  pushes half of his length inside of me, and I can feel my knees go week  as I ease back against him.



"Oh, did you mean don't even think about this?" He chuckles as he pushes his hips forward, sliding deeper into me.



"Reagan!"



Fuck. Erika is on stage, shielding her eyes from the lights and looking  around the empty auditorium for me. With a moan, I'm pulling myself away  from Hudson and pushing him back as I try and catch my breath; "Put  that away!" I say with a giggle, eyeing his cock which is sticking out  from his pants still glistening from me.



He shrugs and grins at me; "Why?"



"You're incorrigible!" I roll my eyes at him before I see that he's  holding my panties on the end of one of his fingers; "Give me my  panties."



"Oh, these?" With a smirk, he closes his hand around them and slides them into his jacket pocket.



"Hudson!" I hiss, my face growing red; "I'm serio-"



"Reagan!"



Hudson's cocky grin is plastered across his face as he gestures nods  towards the stage and to Erika's shrieking voice; "We better get out  there, Senator."



*****



I'm still buzzing electrically from Hudson's teasing while I smile at  the woman sitting across from us. It's Hudson and I sitting at one desk,  and her at the other, at sort of angles to each other so that we can  both also face the small assembled crowds and the live cameras. Yeah,  live televisions with loose cannon Hudson Banks and a lingering sexual  high still teasing my body from him; what could possibly go wrong in  this scenario?



"Well, Amy," I'm saying; "Politics don't exactly run in my family, but doing good does. You see, my Father-"



"Now, forgive me for interrupting Ms. Archer, but Archer Holdings is, or  at least was a major player in the international firearms market, was  it not?"



Well, this question had to come up sooner or later, and I'm prepared;  "It was, Amy, but that was a long time ago. My Dad and a lot of very  good friends of his, including Mr. Banks here, did a lot to change  that."



"And Mr. Banks here is involved in your campaign?"



"Oh I think I can take this one Amy, if you don't mind." He's flashing  that criminally charming smile at her, and I can see her cheeks flushing  a little, even through all the lights and the makeup. Yeah, welcome to  my world, honey.



"I'm affiliated with Ms. Archer's campaign, but only so much in that I consider myself a strong supporter of her platform."



I stiffen suddenly as I feel his hand drop to my thigh beneath the  table, and my eyes shoot to his face, which is of course, totally  impassive as he smiles at the news anchor.



"Right, but you do work for Archer Ho-"



"I do, but my personal involvement with Ms. Archer's campaign -" his  hand slides up my thigh, and I'm scrambling to thrust my own hands  beneath the table as well as unassumingly as I can to stop him; "- is  totally separate from what I do with William Archer's company." His hand  pushes my own away easily, and then I'm struggling to swallow and keep  my face neutral as I feel his fingers slide over the lips of my pussy.



Yeah, when exactly did I think it was a good move to go on live televisions with this man?



"So, Ms. Archer-"



I cough as Hudson's fingers slip between my dripping wet lips, and Amy  looks at me quizzically. "Sorry, Amy, I was just going to say that you  can really just call me Reagan." I smile at her innocently; "I think  we're on a first name basis here aren't we?" She laughs along with the  audience, and I turn my grinning face towards Hudson, who's just sitting  there grinning at me like the cat with the canary. Only in this case,  it's his fingers and my pussy.



"Well, you know lots of people associate you with your father because of  your last name, but I hope I'm not the first one to make a political  reference about your first name!" Amy chuckles; yeah, yet another joke  I've only heard about eight-million times since I started politics.



"So anyways Reagan, why don't you tell us a bit more about what it feels  like to be the media sensation you've become since announcing your  candidacy? I mean - and no offense meant here - State Senate races are  rarely given the amount of limelight you've manages to shine onto the  New York state primaries."



"Oh, no offense taken Amy, you see-"



Hudson clears his throat; "If I could just insert something here, Amy." I  groan and grab the edge of the desk with white knuckles as I feel  Hudson push two of his finger into my opening, sliding them deep inside  of me. I glare up at him, but he's still mugging for the camera. "I  think Reagan's strong suit is her ability to galvanize people and get  them to pay attention. It's all about rubbing people the right way." I  swallow my gasp as his thumb begins to roll over my aching clit, sending  electric shocks through my whole body right there on live television. I  decide right there that if I somehow make it off this stage, I'm going  to murder him.



The interview continues, and somehow I find myself on autopilot;  answering Amy's questions with answers that just sort of come to me  while I sit there smiling at the cameras like a robot as Hudson's magic  fingers coax me higher and higher, until I'm terrified that I'm going to  come right here on live television and give the whole fucking thing  away. But then, the interview is over, and everyone is cheering at my  apparently winning answers, and it's right there, in the midst of  everything clapping and cheering, that Hudson manages to completely push  me over the edge of my climax. I cry out, but it just looks like I'm  shouting my exuberance to my adoring voter base, instead of what it is  I'm actually doing, which is having a fucking orgasm on live Goddamn TV.