I got absolutely beat over the head by a random Sutheracey idea last night and now it won’t leave me alone: Sutherland and Lacey actually met in college and dated, but broke up. Years later, she’s the unhappily married wife of a diplomat, who secretly is doing all the work behind the scenes, and he’s the newly divorced Prime Minister. What happens next is probably an international incident...
Summary: Prime Ministers don’t normally wake up in morgues after they’ve been murdered, but that’s exactly what Robert Sutherland has just done. Right in front of Lacey’s nose. With limited resources and not knowing who to trust, Sutherland and Lacey must work together to get to the bottom of the attempted assassination.
Based loosely on this dream I had.
Rated: The rating has now gone up to E!
Note: This is meant to be ‘darkly humorous and amusing mystery’ rather than ‘gripping political thriller’…
Lacey felt a sense of the forbidden as she and Sutherland made their way upstairs to her room. Despite Mrs de Ville making up a bed for her, she had not actually slept in it yet, and it felt deliciously wicked to be using a guest bed in someone else’s house just for sex - even if the house’s owner had been tacitly trying to get her together with this particular partner for the entire time they’d been there.
Maddie would probably be cheering them on if she knew what they were doing. Scratch that, Maddie probably knew exactly what they were doing and was cheering them on anyway, but they were still creeping about, the furtiveness adding to the idea that Lacey was doing something she shouldn’t.
And after all, this was the Prime Minister she was sneaking off for a quickie with. It wasn’t exactly like any of her other boyfriends that she’d had to sneak past her dad or her roommates at university. She was with a man who was virtually untouchable despite being in the public eye all the time, and here she was, getting him in a very private setting and being very sure that she was going to be doing an awful lot of touching.
Sutherland closed the door quietly behind him, and there was a moment of silence, almost a reaffirmation of what they were about to do, giving either of them the chance to back out if they wanted. Lacey already knew that neither of them wanted to, although they were perhaps wondering about what the consequences would be before deciding that they would be worth it.
She went over to her bag where she’d dumped it in the corner earlier, digging into the very bottom and taking out a couple of condoms, dropping them onto the bed. For the briefest of moments, Lacey wondered if this was Carrie’s childhood bedroom and sincerely hoped it wasn’t.
Then Sutherland had crossed the room towards her, slipping his arms around her back and slanting his mouth over hers, and all such thoughts were gone from her mind immediately. There was a heat and urgency in their kisses, knowing that they did not have long together, and they very much wanted to make the most of the time they did have.
For a minute, Lacey faltered as Sutherland’s hands came down to rest on her hips. She hadn’t showered or changed her clothes in over a day, and she hadn’t exactly been set up for impromptu liaisons even before that. It was a while since her legs and bikini line had seen much attention, having decided to stay out of the dating and casual hook-ups game for a while and concentrate on her studies.
Naturally, all that had gone out of the window now, and she couldn’t feel self-conscious now, on the brink of what was probably a once in a lifetime experience. Besides, it wasn’t as if Sutherland didn’t know that she was still wearing the same clothes.
Shaking herself out of her moment of indecision, Lacey decided to take the lead. It had worked downstairs and got them this far. She pushed Sutherland towards the bed, climbing onto his lap again as he sat down heavily on the covers, his hands cupping her arse and squeezing her cheeks gently.
“I never had you down as an arse guy, you know,” she said, very aware of how breathless she was sounding already; when Sutherland spoke, he was barely faring much better in those stakes.
“Well, you were rather interested in mine last night. I’m just returning the favour.”
Lacey rolled her eyes and kissed him again, beginning to unfasten his shirt buttons. She’d seen him naked, yes, but the circumstances had been such that it hadn’t exactly been appropriate to savour the sight. Now she wanted to explore and admire whilst she had the opportunity.
Sutherland shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and tugged at the hem of her top, lifting it up to expose her bra, her nipples already pebbled against the lace and begging for attention. He licked at the sensitive buds, the damp lace scratching and rubbing and making everything so much more intense. Lacey wrestled her top off fully and unhooked her bra, one hand carding into Sutherland’s hair as he continued to lavish her breasts with attention, alternating kisses and licks and little tugs to her nipples.
“Now I guess I see what they say about politicians having silver tongues,” she murmured. The look that Sutherland gave her was almost wicked, a little like a challenge: If you think that this is good, you should see what else I can do with my tongue. Lacey licked her lips at the prospect. Maybe later, if they still had enough time to take their time after giving in to this first fervent burst of lust.
She pushed him down onto the bed; it took a minute or so of fumbling for them to get comfortable against the pillows, but then that sense of profound urgency was back, a frenzy of messy, chaotic kisses as they tried to touch everywhere at once. Lacey raked her fingers down Sutherland’s chest, flicking at his nipples and relishing the hiss of pleasure that he gave. At least, she assumed it was a hiss of pleasure. She did it again, glancing up at his face. Yes, definitely pleasure. His hands had come back down to her arse, squeezing again as their hips rocked together. She could feel him getting harder against her thigh even through their remaining layers of clothing, and she grinned, slowing her movements a little to make him groan. Lacey would not deny that she had a lot of sex and it was a pastime that she thoroughly enjoyed, but there was something of a different thrill in it this time. She had the most powerful man in the country beneath her, practically at her mercy.
She sat up, unfastening her jeans so that Sutherland could slide his hands down under her waistband, his grip on her arse distracting her as she went for his own fly. At last, his trousers and underwear were off, and she could look at leisure.
“You have seen it all before, you know.”
“I know.” Lacey traced her fingertip down his length and cupped his balls. “But now I can have a proper look. And now I get to touch.”
“Yes.” Sutherland’s voice was a little strangled, and she could see his breathing hitch as she gave his balls a gentle squeeze. “Yes, you definitely do. Good grief, Lacey.”
“You’re allowed to swear, you know. You’re not in the House of Commons now.”
“Fucking hell.”
“That’s more like it.”
She crawled back up his body to kiss him deeply again, and he pulled her in close. Lacey liked the desperation; seeing him come so undone at her hand when she had only ever really known him in his public persona, calm and controlled and running the country. It made him even more human than everything else that had happened over the last day had done.
She scrabbled out of her jeans and thong, the extra fabric between them now more of an annoyance than anything else, and she was pleased when Sutherland followed her lead, one hand delving between her legs to stroke over her mound and along her cleft, exploring in the same tentative way that she had done to his cock, the slowness and gentleness at odds with the rest of their hasty encounter. For all Lacey wanted to make the most of the time that she had, she didn’t want this to be a disappointing moment for either of them if they made too much of their haste.
She slipped two fingers down into her cleft, opening her up and unhooding her clit. Sutherland pressed his thumb against the swollen bud and Lacey threw her head back with a groan. She knew that she shouldn’t be too loud, Maddie could probably hear them, but at the same time, she knew that Maddie was on their side. Of course, there were several increasingly implausible scenarios running through the back of her subconscious wondering if Maddie was intending to burst through the door at an incredibly inopportune moment and take blackmail photos that could bring down the government, but at that moment, with Sutherland rubbing at her clit and dipping one finger into her entrance, she couldn’t bring herself to care for the what-ifs.
She grabbed one of the condoms from the sheets beside them, getting it on and lining them up before sinking down onto Sutherland’s cock. He groaned as his pelvis bucked up to meet her, eyes closing, and Lacey rolled her hips, rubbing up to his fingers where they were still teasing against her mound, not quite getting her there as he succumbed to his own pleasure. Lacey didn’t mind, he could return the favour afterwards once his brain wasn’t dribbling out of his ears.
It didn’t take long before he came with a guttural growl of her name.
“Fuck, Lacey…”
Lacey just grinned down at him, continuing to rock her hips until he grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out, leaving her right on the edge. His hands were soon back, and Lacey guided his fingers to just where she needed them.
“Harder,” she gasped as he started to rub at her clit again. “So close, so close.”
Her climax came suddenly, warming her veins, and she felt her knees give way, collapsing down onto Sutherland’s chest in an ungainly heap. He just held her close until she eventually accepted that she was going to have to stop smothering him and rolled off and out of his embrace, as much as she wanted to stay and fall asleep there. There was silence for a long time, neither of them touching the other but both of them acutely aware of the presence in the bed beside them.
“So…” Lacey stared up at the ceiling, knowing that if she looked over at Sutherland then she’d just want to kiss him again and she’d put off the words that needed to be spoken. “What happens now?”
“Well, I guess that depends.” Sutherland rolled over and found her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers.
“On what?” She had to look at him now, glancing sideways to meet his dark eyes. They looked earnest, although she knew that you could never be sure with politicians, who were used to twisting words and bending truths.
“On whether this was a one-time thing because we both liked each other and we were seizing the moment before we never saw each other again, or if we want it to be more than that.”
There was the definite implication that Sutherland would be ok with more than that. Lacey wasn’t sure what to think. She’d gone into this telling herself that whatever happened, it didn’t matter, because after today they would go back to their separate lives. Now that she was here and thinking about it more, and now that she’d had a first taste, so to speak, the harder it was for her to see this as a simple one-night stand. If that was what Sutherland wanted to keep it as, then she would be content with it, but now that the possibility had been mooted…
“So, if, theoretically, we wanted it to be more than that?”
“Well, it’s a long time since I was last dating with any regularity, but I think the normal course of action would be to exchange phone numbers.”
Lacey had to laugh. “Are you sure that you should be giving out the Prime Ministerial phone number?”
“It’s my phone. Besides, being Prime Minister, it’s a lot easier for me to change my number if you start being weird.”
“True enough. But think about it the other way. I’m not sure how I’d feel about the Prime Minister having my number if he started being weird.”
“Shall we just agree not to be weird?”
Lacey laughed. “Yeah, ok. We won’t be weird. I mean, beginning a sort of relationship with the leader of the country is already pretty weird in itself. I have to admit, if you’d asked me two days ago where I would be now, this is definitely not what I would have said.”
“Me neither. It doesn’t feel quite real.” Sutherland paused, and his hand squeezed hers again beneath the covers. “This feels real. The circumstances are still something out of a melodrama, but you’re real.”
“Very real.”
It did feel real, and Lacey was surprised by that. She hadn’t expected to feel as positive and excited about the prospect of this brief dalliance going further. She certainly hadn’t expected it. Like Sutherland had said, it hadn’t really seemed real before, almost as if she was in a dream. Now though, lying here with him, safe in this old bed in an unfamiliar spare room, without politics and assassinations and journalists looming over them, it felt much more real, and if they could continue it for a while, then Lacey was up for seeing where it went. It would be difficult, she knew that, but that was life.
Sutherland leaned in and kissed her again, letting go of her hand to cup her face, pushing her back over onto her back. Lacey welcomed him between her thighs again. She still had a while before she had to get home, after all, and even though this wasn’t necessarily a one-time thing, it made sense to get as much out of it as possible.
Sorry it’s taken me so long to finish this - my smut muse abandoned me.
[AO3]
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Sutherland stepped back, motioning to Sergeant Knight to hold the door open, and Lacey sauntered in, hips swinging. She had let down her hair, reddish-brown curls shining in the light of the lamps. It made him want to take a curl and wind it around his fingers, as he had done when they last spent the night together. He remembered how soft it was, how it had felt brushing his chest as she pillowed her head there. Her eyes scanned the room, lips pursed.
“Nice.” she said. “You could pretty much live in a place this big. I guess when you’re Prime Minister, you’re used to this kind of thing.”
“Frustration and jet lag make you stop noticing, after a while,” he said. “I suppose it’s comfortable enough.”
Sergeant Knight had closed the door, and turned back to face Sutherland, his dark eyes taking on that flat look that meant he was trying to be unobtrusive. Sutherland sighed.
“Sergeant, could you please join Sergeant Nolan outside?” he asked. “I’m sure Miss French isn’t here to kill me.”
“Not intentionally, no,” said Lacey cheerfully. “Might bang you to death, but what a way to go, am I right?”
Sergeant Knight closed his eyes momentarily.
“Call if you need anything, sir,” he said, and slipped out of the door, closing it behind him.
“Poor Lance,” sighed Lacey. “I bet that door isn’t soundproof.”
“I should hope not.” Sutherland wavered, feeling a little unsure of himself, as seemed to be the way when he was around Lacey French. “May I offer you a drink?”
“As long as it’s a big one, sure.”
He crossed to the drinks cabinet, where cut crystal glasses sat, waiting to be filled.
“I - ah - there’s some whisky here. Rum… Gin and tonic?”
“I’ll have what you’re having.”
“Whisky, then.”
He set out two glasses, pouring a measure into each and feeling Lacey’s eyes on his back. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation.
“How are you enjoying your time in the US?” he asked, turning to face her and holding out a glass. She shrugged, taking it.
“Too early to say. I like the food. And the work’s interesting.”
“But you’re going back to the UK in the autumn?”
“I think so. Don’t want to delay my studies too much, experience or not. This is mostly a networking opportunity, anyway.”
She took a sip of her whisky, eyeing him over the top of the glass.
“Well, you certainly made a memorable impression on me,” he remarked, and she grinned, her eyes gleaming.
“Planning on making another one before the evening’s out.”
Sutherland took a sip of his drink, trying to organise the thoughts that seemed to be swarming and multiplying in his brain and stealing his reason.
“Does your father know what happened at Christmas?” he asked, and Lacey rolled her eyes.
“No. I can keep a secret. Besides, it’s none of his business what I do.”
“He may think otherwise.”
“He’s too busy schmoozing and attending dinners to notice, most of the time,” she said. “He asks me how my studies are going, but tends to avoid any discussion of personal crap. Which is fine by me.”
“How are your studies going?” he asked, and she wrinkled her nose.
“Everything was fine until I had to do a damn group project for one of the modules. Why can’t anyone pull their fucking weight? Why do I end up working my ass off for a mediocre piece of crap when I could have aced the thing on my own?”
“Oh, believe me, I know that pain,” he remarked, taking a drink.
“Yeah, well…” She looked irritated. “Dragged my grade down a little. It’s a good thing I got this internship. Should give me some decent material to work with when I go back to class. I’m not settling for anything less than distinction.”
“I have every faith in you,” he said honestly, and she nodded, a sly smile beginning to tug at the corners of her mouth.
“Well, I do tend to get what I want, if I put the work in,” she said, and her eyes gleamed. Sutherland took a swallow of whisky, eyeing her as he lowered the glass.
“And what do you want tonight?”
Lacey pursed her lips, looking him up and down.
“I thought we could pick up where we left off,” she said. “We definitely hit the dozen orgasms, as I recall, but most of those were mine. I think you’re at least eight behind.”
“I wasn’t exactly keeping a count,” he remarked.
“Of course, if you want to focus on me again, I’m cool with that too,” she said, and winked. “How about it, Prime Minister? Want to take me to bed and make me scream?”
“You’re very direct, Miss French,” he observed, and she snorted.
“Good thing too, or you’d never get laid.”
He chuckled at that, setting down his glass.
“I expect you’re right about that.”
Lacey sipped at her own drink, smirking a little before setting her glass down next to his and stepping nearer. She let a finger run around the top of his waistband before hooking behind his belt buckle and tugging him close.
“For what it’s worth, seeing you in action today was kind of a turn-on,” she said, her voice a little lower, a little rougher.
“Was it now?” he murmured, as his hands found her waist.
“Mhmm.” She stepped closer, her breasts pushing against his chest. Her eyes were very blue, sparkling with mischief. “Especially when you yelled at that guy from Gilead.”
“Well, I didn’t like his offhand comment about casualties,” he said, his fingers stroking against the fabric of her dress. “Some of these corporate types need to be told in no uncertain terms to fuck off, and I’m more than happy to be the one to do it.”
“Very sexy of you.”
“Glad you think so.”
He couldn’t help grinning at her, and she was smiling back, the faint smell of whisky on her breath.
“So,” she said, twining her arms around his neck. “Do you want to traumatise poor Lance again, or shall we take this in the bedroom?”
Sutherland bent his head to kiss her, and Lacey moaned into his mouth, pressing herself against him as his tongue pushed into her. She tasted every bit as sweet as he remembered, with the smoky heat of whisky on her tongue. His hands slid down, cupping her rear through the dress she wore, and he tugged her against him, feeling his cock begin to harden as his tongue stroked against hers. Lacey let out a low noise of approval, her hands sliding down his chest and around his waist. She moved her hips, grinding against him and sending a burst of sensation through his body, and he broke the kiss with a gasp, his lips wet.
Lacey murmured contentedly, nuzzling his nose with hers, fingers dancing over his lower back and making him shiver. She swept the hands around his sides, sliding them up his chest. Her fingertips ran over his nipples, making him jerk at her touch, and her eyes opened, fixing on his as a lazy smile curved her lips.
“So the kiss was just as good as I remember,” she whispered. “How’s your stamina? Jet-lag’s a bitch.”
“Good thing I’m used to it,” he growled, squeezing her rear. “Although my energy levels do seem to get a boost from your presence, Miss French.”
“Lucky me.” Lacey had a self-satisfied grin on her face. “I intend to take full advantage. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
Her hands slid down, one finger hooking around his belt, and she turned in his arms, breaking free and tugging him with her. Sutherland let her lead, aware that he was wearing a ridiculous grin. She seemed to waver as her eyes scanned the room for the bedroom door, but then she strode towards it, turning the handle and letting them in. The bedroom was cool and dimly-lit, only the lamps on the nightstands sending out a warm glow to make shadows stretch along the floor, and Lacey stepped around him and closed the door behind them.
“That should give us some privacy,” she said.
Sutherland grasped her upper arms, shoving her back against the door and making her squeak into his mouth in surprise as he kissed her. Her shock dissipated as a giggle bubbled out of her, and she kissed him back, her tongue stroking against his, her mouth sweet and smoky. He pressed himself against her, feeling his cock swell and harden in his pants, pushing at her groin, the pressure of her body exquisite. Lacey moaned, spreading her legs a little wider, and he ground against her as one foot curled around his calf.
His hands left her arms, sliding over the curves of her waist and hips before rising up to cup her breasts, and she let her leg slip to the floor again, pulling her mouth from his.
“Unzip me!” she whispered.
Sutherland grasped a shoulder and turned her to the wall, sweeping her hair aside so that he could kiss the nape of her neck, Lacey moaning as his mouth sucked at her skin. His hands moved over her hips, tugging up the skirt of her dress, fingers caressing the lace tops of her stockings and sliding over smooth, soft skin. Lacey gasped as his forefinger brushed against the edge of her panties, and he heard himself growl in response. Her skin was hot in the crease at the top of her thigh, and he let his fingers inch further, stroking between her legs and feeling warm lace already damp with her arousal.
Lacey sucked in a breath at his touch, and he bit down into her, a contented moan coming from her as he worked two fingers under the hem of her panties. Her skin was smooth and soft as silk, and his tongue swirled in circles over the back of her neck as his fingertips found heat and slick fluid between her folds. His breathing grew harder, fingers sliding over wet, tender skin, and Lacey moaned, pushing her rear back against him, rubbing against his cock.
“Fuck!” he gasped, and she let out a low chuckle.
“God, I hope so.”
Sutherland grinned, his hand sliding out. She made a discontented sound, but he pushed the skirt of her dress higher, up around her waist, and hooked his fingers under the waistband of the panties to pull them down over her hips, letting them fall at her feet.
“Bed, is it?” he murmured, kissing her neck, and Lacey nodded.
“Hell, yes.”
“Do you have protection?”
“Always.”
He kissed her again, and took a step back, grasping the zipper at the back of her dress and drawing it down. She wriggled her arms out of the sleeves, letting it fall and leaving her in nothing but stockings and heels and a black lace bra. Sutherland stepped back again, eyes running over the taut curves of her buttocks and rising up the groove of her spine to where her chestnut curls tumbled over pale shoulders. God, she’s beautiful. Perfect.
She turned to face him, her lips full and glistening, her eyes darkened with desire. Reaching into the cups of her bra, she drew out three condoms, waving them at him with a glint in her eye.
“You know, you should really start carrying these yourself,” she said. “Never know when a horny intern is gonna jump on you.”
“I have to confess that even the remotest possibility of being jumped on by a horny intern never came up in planning for this trip,” he remarked, and Lacey rolled her eyes.
“The whole point about being prepared is that you can deal with the unexpected,” she said. “Didn’t they teach you that in Prime Minister school?”
“Oh, I assure you I would definitely have remembered the lesson on horny interns.”
Lacey giggled, eyes sparkling, and reached behind her to unhook the bra, the condom packets crackling in her hands. He watched as she took the bra and tossed it aside, and she walked to the bed, hips swaying. Sutherland was trying to keep the grin from his face, and having difficulty doing so. After lengthy travel and a day that had been largely one frustration after another, she was like a balm for his soul.
“Shoes on or off?” she asked.
“Mine or yours?”
Lacey shot him an amused look, and kicked off her shoes, tossing the condoms onto the bed and beckoning him with a finger.
“Get over here and grope me, would you? It’s bloody freezing in here.”
“I can turn up the heat, if you like.”
“Counting on the both of us doing that naturally.” She ran her hands over his chest, fingers plucking at the buttons of his shirt. “You smell good. I’d forgotten how good. You look good, too.”
“You look beautiful,” he said honestly, and Lacey smiled, her eyes sparkling.
“Getting all romantic on me, Prime Minister?”
“Is that bad?” he asked, and she smirked.
“No, but I thought we could leave it for the post-coital snuggle.”
“As you wish.”
Her fingers had gotten all the buttons open and dropped to his belt, drawing the length of leather through the buckle. Sutherland shrugged out of the shirt, the coolness of the room making him shiver slightly, and Lacey leaned in to suck on his nipple, tongue running over it and sending jolts of pleasure through him. He let his fingers push into her hair, soft curls slipping through them, and she raised her head, lunging to press her mouth to his, her lips soft and wet.
Sutherland pushed her backwards onto the bed, falling with her as the giggles burst out of her. He kissed down her neck, lips trailing over her skin and on down her chest to fasten over a hardened nipple. Lacey let out a contented hum, dragging her nails across his scalp and making him shudder in pleasure, goosebumps rippling over his skin. He kissed down over her belly, hands sliding down her thighs and tugging at her stockings, and he knelt up, drawing them down one at time and tugging them off at her feet.
“Well, your feet are like ice, so I guess at least we know you don’t have a fever,” he remarked.
“Told you,” she said, with a smirk. “You’re safe from me.”
“Doesn’t feel that way right now.”
Lacey grinned wickedly, lifting a foot to shove playfully at his chest..
“Whatever I have to dish out, big guy, I’m pretty sure you can take it.”
“Oh, I’ll fucking try,” he growled.
He took off his pants, and Lacey watched avidly, dark hair falling over her face in shining curls as he pushed them over his hips with his underwear. She licked her lips, and he crawled up the bed, his body pushing between her legs until he was pressed up against her. Lacey flung an arm to the side, grasping around until she grabbed one of the condoms, and he pushed up onto his knees again to put it on. She twisted on the bed, getting to her knees and running her hands over his chest as he struggled with the packet before taking it off him. Sutherland put his arms around her neck, letting his head roll back with a sigh as she took him firmly in hand. Lacey squeezed, making him groan, and he looked up again, watching a grin curve her lips.
“Seems like you’re ready for me,” she whispered, and her eyes flicked up to meet his, their usual clear blue darker and deeper in the dim light. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” he said softly.
Her grin widened, and she rolled on the condom, leaning in to kiss him again before easing them onto their sides on the bed and rolling him onto his back. She wriggled until she was straddling him, the heat of her against his lower belly, and Sutherland let his eyes roam over her curves, pale skin turned warm in the lamplight. He patted her hips.
“Get up here,” he growled. “Let me taste how sweet you are.”
Lacey shifted, moving up the bed on hands and knees, her breasts brushing against his lips as he tugged her higher, until her knees were either side of his head, and the heat and scent of her bathed his face. He pressed a kiss to her, his nose brushing over her skin, and the tip of his tongue curled out, easing between the soft folds of flesh. Lacey moaned, fingers twisting in his hair, and he let out a low growl as he tasted her. He licked again, teasing her, tongue rubbing over the tiny pearl of her clit, and she gasped, rising up on her knees a little, pushing against his mouth.
He inhaled deeply, drawing the scent of her arousal deep inside, his hands squeezing her rear as he devoured her, tongue swirling and stroking. Lacey moaned, rocking against his mouth, one hand leaving his hair to brace herself against the wall. He let her find a rhythm, moving his tongue in time, listening to her moans rise in pitch and feeling her thighs tremble against him.
Lacey let out a cry as she came, her body twitching and bucking, and he could taste the salty sweetness of her spreading over his tongue as a deep groan rumbled through him. Her moans quietened, her movements slowing, and she sank back onto his chest, her breasts brushing against his nose as she moved down the bed and pushed herself upright with her hands on his belly. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips glistening, and he was aware that he had a self-satisfied grin on his face. Lacey raised her head, eyes catching his.
“Amazing,” she whispered. “But that’s another one for me. I’m building up a hell of a debt here.”
“What’s a few screaming orgasms between friends?” he said lazily, and Lacey chuckled.
“Is that what we are?”
“We’re not enemies,” he said, and she inclined her head.
“Very true,” she agreed. “Even so, I hate feeling indebted. I may have to spend an entire weekend just making you come.”
“That sounds - dreadful,” he said, in a deadpan tone, and she giggled.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly. “You ready?”
“Be gentle with me,” he said, and she let out a low and dirty chuckle.
“You don’t mean that.”
Sutherland shrugged, grinning.
“True enough.”
“I can be gentle later on, if you like.”
“Thanks. Have a feeling I’ll need it.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” she demanded, and he smirked.
“I’m a politician. Cautious by nature.”
“Hmm.” She lifted up, reaching between them to grasp his cock and squeeze. “Then buckle up.”
She guided him inside, sinking down onto him in one swift, smooth movement, and Sutherland threw his head back against the pillows, arching up into her with a low groan of pleasure. Lacey moaned, moving her hips in small, slow circles, grinding against him and sending waves of sensation through his body. Her fingers slid up his chest, thumbs rubbing over his nipples in time with her circling hips, and Sutherland closed his eyes, letting the heat of her body and the pleasure of her touch wash over him. His mouth and chin was still sticky with her fluids, her sweet musk drifting into his nose as he breathed deeply.
She was gradually increasing the circles that her hips made, rolling against him, letting his cock slide out almost to the tip before pushing back in, the feel of it making him want to shove her onto her back and thrust inside her hard and fast. Instead he let her set the pace, hands sliding up her thighs and feeling her firm muscles jump beneath her skin as she moved. He opened his eyes, watching the way her hips rolled, golden light gleaming on the curves of her body, her lips full and parted, glistening wet from the pass of her tongue.
She opened her eyes, locking her gaze onto his, and Sutherland rose up into a sitting position, an arm going around her waist and holding her tight against him as his mouth found hers. Lacey rocked against him, moaning into his mouth as her pace quickened, heat and friction building between them, and he bucked his hips in time with her, thrusting into her, a wave of bliss rising up inside and making his skin tingle and hum. Lacey whimpered, arms around his neck, her pace quickening, and he pulled his mouth from hers with a loud groan as he came, his cock pulsing inside her. She let out a moaning cry, flesh tugging at him, gripping him tight, and he let his head roll back, groaning and thrusting as she pulled every drop from him.
He tried to catch his breath, his skin tingling and his heart thumping hard in his chest. Lacey was still moaning contentedly, and he slumped back a little on the bed, arm around her as she stilled, gasping for breath. Sutherland buried his face in the hollow between her neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply and tasting salt on her skin as he kissed her gently.
“Whoa!” she gasped, and he smiled against her neck.
“That about covers it.”
Lacey sighed, and he loosened his grip, letting her lean back a little and grasp the base of the condom, holding it firmly in place as she pulled off him, lips curving in a slow, lazy grin.
“Just as good as I remember,” she murmured. “Glad I brought more condoms.”
“How long are you giving me to recover?” he asked. “It might take a little while before we can do that again.”
Lacey pursed her lips.
“Oh, I have ideas on how to fill the time while we wait,” she said.
“So do I,” he growled.
He rolled them, pushing her onto her back and beginning to kiss his way down. It was going to be another gloriously long, exhausting night.
