SMUT WARNING
The second they stepped into the hotel room, Alexandra’s lips were claimed powerfully by the taller male.
She immediately grabs his hair in a tight grip receiving a growl in return.
Good. She wasn’t a pushover. She was in charge just as much as Jefferson, if not more.
She feels her breath hitch as Thom-Jefferson’s teeth graze across her jugular.
She feels herself arch to the touch.
She knew the game she was playing, the dance she was doing.
Her body was her most potent weapon but just as easy to break like a twig under one's foot.
And she was willingly barring her throat, her most vulnerable part, to her enemy, her adversary. To Thomas Jefferson.
And he was reveling in it.
Frenzied hands tore at clothes.
Alexandra felt hands unzip her dress, pulling it off of her, frantic fingers revealing black lace panties with a matching bralette.
Her fingers work quickly to pull off the shirt of the man above her.
A taut abdomen was revealed as the white shirt was ripped off the Mafia Don’s body.
“Unclips in the back,” Alexandra says breathlessly, fumbling with Thomas’s belt as he reached behind her to take off the bra.
Thomas hums against her collar, leaving hickeys in his wake as he trails down to her breast.
Alexandra would think of an excuse as to where they came from for Martha and George later.
Alexa finally manages to undo his jeans and push them down.
Her heart speeds up once she sees the generous bulge in Thomas’s boxers.
“Like what you see?” Thomas purrs, noticing her gaze as he tears off her bra.
“Very,” Alexandra breathes.
Thomas attacks her breast with renewed vigor, no patience left.
Hands were rough, and mouth was biting, and Alexa was giving in to the pleasure.
He trails down, sitting and sucking as Alexa reaches her hand between them to touch the man.
Her hand strokes his cock through the thin fabric of the boxers, and the man hums in contentedness as he sucks hickeys into her hip bones, fiddling with her panty’s hem.
“Hurry up, fucker,” Alexandra snarls, patience wearing thin.
“Patience, doll,” Thomas chides.
Before Alexandra can think up a report, a breathy moan leaves her mouth as Thomas places an open-mouthed kiss on her core over the fabric.
“Patience,” he repeats, peeling down her panties slowly.
Rough hands hold her hips in a bruising grip as a warm mouth descends on her pussy.
He ate her out with precision, never going too fast or too slow. Careful and precise licks of his tongue.
And Alexandra fell apart.
She felt a familiar curl of hers in the pit of her stomach, and she tried to push her hips up to get the much-needed friction.
But Thomas’s hands held her tight, not allowing her to move.
She whines and laces her fingers into his hair, tugging it to make him go faster.
She feels him pull away, and she nearly cries in desperation.
But then two fingers slip into her wet heat, and his teeth bite down lightly on her clit.
She jerks in his hold, cries of pleasure slipping from her lips.
She was so close, just a little more….and then the friction was gone.
She was taken aback and looked down between her legs to see the smirking face of Thomas Jefferson, her juices glistening on his face.
He chuckles at her expression of shock. “Did you honestly think I was going to let you come?”
Alexandra growls and flips them, much to the taller man’s surprise.
She rips off his boxers and is greeted with the sight of his cock.
Thomas laughs. “What, are you going to give me head? As if you wou-fuck!”
Alexandra shuts him up by taking his length in her mouth.
All the way to the bottom, deep throating him as though it was second nature.
She swirled her tongue around the base, hollowing out her cheeks, smirking when she heard Thomas groan.
She goes at her own pace and hears a solemn, “Fuck, doll, I’m close.”
She pulls off a second before he can find release, and the man glares at her.
“Did you actually think I was going to let you come?” she says, quoting his earlier words.
The man lets loose an animalistic snark and flips them, lining up his cock with her entrance.
“You are going to scream because it’s going to hurt. And I’m not going to care particularly,” Thomas said cooly.
Alexandra laughs. “Do your worst, love. I dare you.”
Seconds before else can finish, Thomas thrusts his cock into her pussy without giving her time to adjust.
Alexandra feels the air get knocked out of her lungs.
Thomas starts a relentless pace until Alexandra is getting pounded into the blankets.
“Do your worst, hm? Well, I don’t have what I need here, but I think you’d look nice in a collar,” Thomas whispers against her ear, leaning down to bite another hickey into her jaw.
Alexandra tried to reply, she really does, but when her mouth opens, all that tumbles out is a whimper.
Thomas chuckles against her collar as he twists his hip at an angle to hit her G-spot head-on.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? How scandalous. ‘Washington’s ‘precious little girl’ gets turned into a fuck toy by rival, Thomas Jefferson.’ I like that title. How about you, darling?” Thomas hisses.
“I’d pull out unless you want a little Jefferson running around,” Alexandra manages through clenched teeth.
Thomas grunts but continues thrusting.
“Thomas, I’m gonna-” Alexa warns before she cries out.
Her legs immediately wrap around Thomas’s waist as her body spasms from the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Ah, no, Thomas, please, it’s too much,” Alexandra whines as oversensitivity takes over.
Thomas finally pulled out and came on Alexandra’s stomach.
He flopped next to her, panting.
“We should do that again at my place in three days,” Thomas said, grinning, looking over to her.
Alexandra chuckles despite her fatigue. “Shut up, dickwad. I’m going to go shower first.”
Thomas props himself up on one elbow and smirks down at Alexandra. “Room for one more?”
Alexandra gives him a look then shrugs.
“Why the hell not?”