Cockney:A Stepbrother Romance(70)

     



 



"Holy shit, Reagan, you feel fucking incredible." He slides his fingers  into my hair and grabs a handful of it, using his hold to pull me to his  lips.



"Just you, and just me; nothing separating us," I moan into his mouth.



We begin to rock together like that, me straddling his lap right there  in the car as he plunges me up and down his length. We moan together,  our breath and our tongues mingling as his hard muscled arms hold me  tight and rock me against him. He yanks my head back by the hair, making  me cry out with pain and pleasure as his lips nip and suck at the  sensitive skin along my collarbone. I rock on him, my nipples dragging  over his chest and my clit grinding into his pubic bone as we move  faster and faster together and I feel myself begin to tumble over the  edge.



"I'm- I'm going to- Oh fuck, Hudson, I'm-"



"Oh fuck me too," He growls, biting my earlobe and rocking deep into me;  "Come for me, Reagan, come all over my big cock." The thought of Hudson  coming with me, bare and totally unprotected inside of me has me  clawing at the edges of my sanity as I begin to fall. He grinds up into  me one last time, and it's like a bomb going off. I scream his name, my  fingers clawing at his biceps and his shoulders as the whole world  shatters around me. He's hugging me to him tightly as he roars out my  name, and then I can feel him throbbing within me as he lets go and just  fills me with his hot cum.



We stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms and in each other's heat  in the steamy-windowed darkness of the car. There's so much I want to  say in that moment, and then later when we drive home in grinning  silence, or even after that back at his penthouse when I curl up to him  in his bed, but I just don't know how. I can give a million wordy  speeches to crowds of cheers or jeers, or cameras broadcasting my face  and my words to televisions across the country, and it's effortlessly  without a second thought in the world. So why is it when it comes to  saying three words to the one man I'm dying to say them too, I suddenly  feel like I've come down with stage fright?





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"Oh my God, you're terrible!" I grin as she squirms in my arms, fighting  but not really fighting me as I kiss up the side of her neck.



"Hudson!" She hisses, before a low moan escapes her lips and she closes  her eyes as I nibble at her earlobe; "I'm on stage for the speech in  like ten minutes!" She moans again, her hands running up my arms and  clutching at my shoulders; "We should really start timing these  shenanigans for when I'm not about to walk in front of a bunch of TV  cameras looking like I just rolled around bed with someone."



In fairness, we do this other than when she's about to walk out for a  speech or a debate or something too; all the fucking time in fact. But  the fact that I want her all the time, and the fact that neither of us  can keep our hands off each other means that here we are in situations  just like this with my hand creeping up under her blouse, and her hand  stroking my cock through my pants.



"Yeah, but you love our shenanigans." I growl into her ear, making her giggle before my fingers on her nipple makes her gasp.



"Well, yeah, but - oh fuck, right there." I grin as my lips center  around that magic switch of a spot I've found at the base of her neck,  right where it slopes into her collarbone. Her hand starts to fumble at  my belt-buckle, and then she's pushing her hand inside and wrapping her  fingers around my cock.



"Hell of a protest you're putting on here, Red." I groan into her neck,  letting my own hand slip down to her skirt. I slide my hand up under it,  and suddenly pull away to stare at her with shocked amusement; "Is  little Miss Reagan Archer not wearing panties?"



She blushes, but it's more of a hungry look than anything embarrassed;  "I want you in the car ride home, after," She purrs quietly in a way  that makes my cock throb in her hand; "I thought I'd make that easier."



"Jesus who are you, woman, and what have you done with sweet little  Reagan?" I grin, moving down to kiss her as I slide my fingers into her  wetness.



"I think it's what you do to sweet little Reagan," she husks sexily into my mouth, and I growl.



I push her back against the desk, sliding her up onto it and pushing  between her thighs. She's moaning and pulling my cock out of my fly, and  I'm teasing against her opening. We're kissing and gasping, and so into  the moment that neither of us hear the door to her prep-room open, and  it's not until we hear it slam and Donald's bellowing yell that we  spring apart like we've just been shocked with a current. Reagan's  sliding off the desk and smoothing her skirt, her face bright red, and  I'm stuffing my cock into my pants as I look at fucking Donald over my  shoulder.



"Oh now this is fucking perfect isn't it!" His face is bright red and  puffing mad, and as I turn around to face him, he narrows his eyes at  me; "Yeah, we've got big trouble now, Hudson."





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There's a ringing in my ears as I look around the room in slow-motion;  like in the movies after some kind of explosions. But I suppose you  could say a bomb has just gone off here too. Donald is sputtering  something, and slowly, as the pulsing ring in my ears dies away, his  shrieking words hit me.



"Oh now this is fucking perfect now isn't it?" His face is contorted as  he shakes his head, wagging his finger at me like I'm some misbehaving  child; "First you go off script, and then you're back here slumming it  with this piece of trash! You're going to ruin this whole thing for me,  Reagan!"



I narrow my eyes at him; "For you, Donald? I'm sorry, remind me who's campaign-"



"Oh, save it, honey. Do you know how many hands of trust fund brats I've  held through first round elections? You think you're special just  because you're playing kissy-face with this washout?" Hudson's face goes  dark, but Donald barrels right along; "I set things up with Chet, who  tests very well with our voter base, and you're going to ruin that with  this schmuck! Jesus Christ, Reagan, why can't you just follow the plans I  fucking tell you to follow?!"



"Maybe because you work for her, and maybe because your plans suck, that's why." Hudson growls, taking a step towards him.



Donald fumes as he whirls on Hudson; "You stay the hell out of this! I  don't need one of William Archer's stupid little fucking pet projects  stepping on my toes here. He should have left you in whatever third  world pocket he found you in and let you rot; hell, he should have  stayed there himself."



I can feel the rage explode out of me; "You do not talk about him OR my father like that, asshole!"



Donald whirls on me, his face red and puffing as he shoves a piece of  paper into my hands; "We're going to fix this right now. Read this when  you go out there, and say only this. I swear to God, you are not going  to ruin this for me you spoiled little bitch!"



Hudson's fist is already drawn back when he steps forward, but before he even gets close, I slap Donald hard across the face.



He gasps and sputters, holding the red mark on his cheek and gaping at  me; "Oh, now you're going to regret that! I'm calling my attorney!"



"Be my guest," I spit out; "Oh and, Donald, I think it might go without saying, but you're fired."



He sneers at me; "Read my contract, babe; you can't fire me mid-run."



Fuck.



Hudson does step forward then, right in Donald's face, and he glowering  down on the smaller man; "And if the campaign can't pay you?"



"Excuse me?" Donald huffs, taking a wary step back from Hudson.



"I said what if they can't pay you. If the campaign goes broke, are you prepared to work for free?"



He sputters; "What? No, of course not! It's ridiculous to think that I'd  be willing to stick around this spoiled little brat without-"



"Excellent." Hudson nods curtly, cutting him off. He takes his cell  phone out and begins to type something before he turns to me. "Ms.  Archer?" He winks at me with a big shit-eating grin on his face;  "Romantic fraternization between political and private enterprise is  unfortunately grounds for contractual liquidation under your agreement  with our company." His back is to Donald, and only I can see as he winks  again and sticks his tongue out at me; "So, on behalf of Archer  Holdings, I regret to inform you that we'll be revoking your campaign  funding, effective immediately." He turns back to Donald; "I'd recommend  not cashing your check this week; it's going to bounce."



Donald's face goes a bright shade of crimson, and he opens his mouth as  if to say something though words seem to fail him in that moment. He  sputters something unintelligible out his piggy mouth before he whirls  around and stomps out of the room.





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"You know as soon as he quits, I'm making sure the funds hit your campaign again, right?"