Kimberly Dean - Courting Gossip

He rolled her onto her back as he reached for the nightstand. There was the sound of foil tearing, and he shifted against her as he readied himself. Genieve parted her legs as he stroked his hands up her inner thighs. His gaze went to her breasts as she played with them, plumping them up and pinching at her nipples, but the foreplay wasn’t for him. For as serviceable as the senator was at the warm-up, the actual act of screwing was his downfall.

The man had no swing.

His mouth came down on hers, and she closed her eyes when she felt him start to push into her. He wasn’t too big, nor was he small…she just needed help when it came to this part. Automatically, she began mentally sorting through potential partners: Ryan Reynolds, Theo James, her pal tennis player Salvatore Paul…To her consternation, her brain went directly to a man she didn’t even particularly like.

But he did the trick for her, in a major way.

She creamed hard as the senator ground into her with an uneven stroke. Her neck arched as Samuel’s mouth once again settled on her breast. Her nipple bloomed under the strong tugs, but as her fingers wove through his silver hair, it was a dark-haired man whose weight pressed her into the mattress.

‘Ahhh,’ she panted.

Her heels dug into the bed as she accepted uneven, wimpy thrusts. They didn’t matter. In her mind, they were long and hard. Hot breaths hit her neck as their stomachs rubbed together. The body against hers was young and vital, full of hunger and an overwhelming, driving need to fuck.

‘Oh!’ she gasped. ‘Oh, God. Yes.’

She felt a strong, confident hand at her breast, and her nipple poked against a warm palm. She wiggled lower under her lover, trying to get his thrusts to hit where she needed them most. Her fingers dug into a muscled ass, and she felt him buck into her.

‘My God, Genieve!’

‘Br—’ She recognised the voice just in time. ‘Bring it,’ she panted.

The fantasy had been broken, but she was nearly there. Samuel was thrusting into her eagerly now, and she encouraged him by rubbing the spot at the base of his spine. His neck reared back at the caress, the tendons in his throat stretching.

His thrusts began hitching, and Genieve closed her eyes to try to sink back into the fantasy. She pictured dark hair and a hard body. Blue eyes tending to violet and a mouth that never smiled.

She nearly had him back when she heard a clicking sound that wasn’t the air conditioner. The man in her head disappeared as she rolled her head on the pillow towards the door. Was that something out in the front room of the suite?

‘Samuel,’ she said.

He didn’t hear the warning in her voice.

She heard it again, only this time it sounded more like voices. Was it the people in the suite next door? The television upstairs?

She lifted herself up onto her elbows as Samuel pumped into her frenetically down below. His thrusts were jagged and too shallow, but he wasn’t too far gone to understand when she pushed at his shoulders.

‘Samuel!’

There was light shining under the bedroom door that wasn’t from the moon. It was from the seating area of the suite, one that nobody should be in.

Someone was in their hotel room.

Before either of them could react there was a crash and suddenly strangers burst into the bedroom. The door bounced off the wall and back into the intruders.

‘ Ow .’

‘Damn it!’

They were momentarily stunned, but they didn’t stop. Two men pushed their way inside. A light glared across the room, and it was blinding after the darkness. Genieve’s heart nearly leaped from her chest, and a scream raked through her throat. The cry was loud enough that the spotlight on her bounced and the headboard in the next room banged against the wall.

‘Holy shit, are you getting this, Lance? He’s doing her. He’s doing her right now .’

‘I got it. I got it. Senator Gunderson, this is TMI News.’

News? They were being filmed? Oh, dear God.

Genieve scrambled away from Samuel and their bodies disconnected. She yanked the covers over herself and turned her face away. Panic rose inside her as she felt the man with the camera step closer.

‘We received information that you were here with a prostitute. What do you have to say to that, Senator? What’s her name? Where did you pick her up?’

Genieve’s stomach turned. Oh, God. No . This couldn’t be happening. She lifted the blanket higher over her head and scrunched down further.

‘Senator? Do you have any comments?’

Her mind raced. What could she do? She was trapped. Her lungs worked hard as she stared at Samuel. He’d scrambled off the bed and was hiding between it and the wall. The two intruders moved further into the room, their tiny camera with the bright light glowing.

‘What do you have to say to your constituents, Gunderson? They voted you into office to do good, not whores.’

Genieve flinched, but her gaze landed on the nightstand. She grabbed the clock off the table and hurled it across the room. One of the reporters let out a squeal when it hit.

‘Hey, that hurt.’

She was already looking for more ammo, but she found the phone instead. She jabbed at the 0 button and begged for help when the main desk answered.

‘Do you think you’ll stand a chance at re-election now that everyone sees what you truly stand for, Gunderson?’ one reporter asked.

The other snickered.

It may have been funny to them, but their words finally got through to Samuel. He was cowering beside the bed near to her, but it was slowly sinking in that this was a media ambush. They weren’t being threatened physically. They were threatening his career and his reputation.

It was a career he’d primped for, smiled for, kissed babies and butts for…

Genieve blinked in surprise when he followed her lead and threw a shoe across the room. The light from the camera bounced again as the reporter got out of the way, but the impact against the wall was loud. The senator shocked her even more when he threw another shoe, this time hers, and followed it across the room.

‘Ow! Hey! Oh, shit.’

‘Get out,’ Samuel roared as he stalked towards them, buck-naked.

The light from the camera bounced as bodies jostled. ‘Senator, what do you…Whoa, would you look at that?’

‘Get out!’

‘Lance, he only has one ball. Get that in the shot!’

Genieve felt along the floor for her dress or any clothes she could put on. The scene was too loud. More people would be coming. She couldn’t be caught like this.

‘Is that why you have to pay for prostitutes, Senator?’

She needed to get out of here fast. She needed that camera. How much had they caught? Did they have a clear shot of her face? She winced. It didn’t matter. With her hair, they’d know who she was. She was the redhead who’d been seen all over DC with the silver-haired senator.

Thuds and grunts filled the air. Without the glare of the camera shining against the blanket, she risked a glance over the covers. She was surprised to see Samuel actually winning the battle and pushing the two much younger men from the room. They didn’t seem to have expected a fight, but the senator was putting his time at the gym to good use.

Spotting her chance, Genieve sprang from the bed and ran to the bathroom. The only clothing she saw on the way was Samuel’s pants. They wouldn’t help her much. Her phone would. She swiped it off the dresser without breaking stride, then skidded into the bathroom on bare feet, slammed the door behind her and locked it. She looked around for anything she could use. The bathrobes. She grabbed one, quickly undid the fancy folding and pulled it around her shoulders. The fabric overwhelmed her, but she tugged it closed and belted it tight. Pushing her hair behind her ears, she looked for a window or balcony. There was no way out. Even if there was, they were seven floors up.