Charity's Passion by Maya James

hands moving down my legs the way they had come up at the beginning.
    Justin hasn’t yet said to open my eyes. He wants me to lay here and enjoy the afterglow. At first I don’t realize how relaxed I am, how calm, but once my heart regains a normal rhythm and my lungs stop burning, there is nothing but peace. All of my worry has drifted away. As he promised, I listened to him, did what he said, and he made me better. That is all I need to do, stay close to him and follow his lead.
    The bed moves under his shifting weight and his hardness finds my thigh. By now I’m sure he is overflowing with passion and excitement, and I want to release that for him, bring him to the same place he’s brought me. With my eyes now open I take his manhood in my hand and squeeze it. The joy rises up through his chest and throat and races from his mouth in a soulful growl.
    “I want the same from you.” I tell him. “Close your eyes and trust me now, trust that I will take care of you.”
    He listens without resisting. Those beautiful green eyes close and his body relaxes. I let my hands cover his genitals and slowly stroke him while some of my fingers tickle his balls. He’s so engorged but he keeps himself restrained like a pro, even when I inch my body down the bed and press the tip of his cock against my lips. I rub it gently across my cheek to tease him, but I’m teasing myself nearly as much. I want to make him feel the way I do right now, so spent and happy.
    It’s not long before I can’t wait any longer and slide him into my mouth. His desperate gasp thrills me. I use my hands in time with my mouth, stroking him into me while sucking him. He doesn’t grab at the sheets or buck his hips toward my face, showing incredible restraint. It doesn’t take him very long, not at the level of lust that we’ve built. His growls and moans grow louder and louder, inspiring my hands to jerk him faster and my lips to suck harder.
    When his orgasm finally hits its powerful. His body arches completely off the bed and its damn hard keeping myself balanced on top of him and his cock in my lips, but I manage it. He releases in a flood that I swallow in gulps timed with the motion of my hands until he settles back to the bed.
    He collapses by my side and I move myself up against him, getting as close to his soul as I can. I still believe he has a plan that he hasn’t told me, something that will keep Marker away from us forever. The wheels are spinning in his mind and I can almost see the gears grinding by looking deep into his eyes.
    Maybe he’s not planning to keep Marker away; maybe he’s found a way to draw him out further—enough that we can kill him.
     
     
    SENATOR LEWIS IS STILL nervous whenever Justin is in the room with him. We were due for another big meeting with the group and all the usual people are here. Austin Hill, with his very attractive face, sits closest to the Senator the way Justin likes him to do, giving the senator a feeling of protection and assurance. Cattie is beside him, dropping all of her numbers for us to hear. This is the one meeting Senator Lewis sits in where “the numbers” doesn’t refer to approval ratings; in here, the numbers are how much the Senator is spending on his gambling habit. It’s how well he is controlling himself—how well we are controlling him.
    After more than seven months, Senator Lewis has been impressive. Every month he has been safely below his limit and not a single one of his other accounts has been touched. Apparently he knows how to not fuck up a good thing.
    Franco has backed off at Justin’s order, sitting in the back near John Roberts. The first time, Justin wanted Franco up close, almost in Lewis’ face for scare factor; now that Lewis is a Senator and following their rules, backing Franco off lets Lewis know there’s nothing to fear as long as he stays on point. No one stands near Justin. He walked in late intentionally, wanting to be noticed, and crossed through