#house of cards x reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. Political drama. 
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*

Arizona seemed like the perfect escape, even if it was for a week of work. The weather was much warmer than Washington, and nicer than the other States you’d been stopping in along the trail. You knew the sunny days and nights not frozen in your bed would do a wonder for your mental health, you’d finally be able to put this bullshit about the bug behind you. And considering you hadn’t heard any whisperings around the Underwood office, you were sure Heather was taking care of it, whatever that meant.

Heather was taking full advantage of the last stop on the campaign trail (for the nomination, there would still be a whole other campaign for the Presidency after she secured the slot), slyly booking adjoining rooms for the two of you. When it came up at check in she simply shrugged to Cynthia, it must’ve been a convenient slip up on the hotel’s side.

You were taking full advantage of the Ocatilla suite’s semi private terrace, complete with jacuzzi tub and lounge chairs (and the fact that Heather had a few press appearances that afternoon that you didn’t need to be around for). Splayed out on a lounger flipping through a trashy gossip magazine you’d picked up at the airport clad in a deep blue bikini, soaking up the much appreciated warmth and sun.

Heather swore under her breath at the sight when she came out of the bedroom, eager to get this day of pointless meetings over with so she could spend the night having her way with you. You raised your head at the sound of the patio door sliding open,

“We should be back in a few hours, dinner at Frank & Albert’s is booked for seven.”

“Noted.”

“Try not to get in too much trouble while we’re gone.” She teased, pulling a laugh from you.

“How could I possibly get into trouble with you not here?” You smirked back, “call me if you run into any roadblocks.”

“Enjoy your sun.” Heather shot you a wink before sliding the door shut and you turned back to your magazine.

You kept your phone turned on and at your side just in case, but it thankfully never went off, your afternoon was exactly what you’d needed, dozing softly in the sun, finally able to forget about all the bull shit of the past couple of weeks. It wouldn’t be long before Underwood was out of the picture and you’d already been vetting the Republican nominations to know what kind of people you’d be up against in the second part of the campaign.

When you heard the door to Heather’s suite open a few hours later you headed back into your own, freshening up in the shower before you met the team for dinner. You could feel her eyes on you throughout the meal, while she may have been talking shop, you knew that the thoughts in her head were much less than innocent. She admired the way your skin was already sunkissed, the way you had your hair tied up fully exposing your neck. The previous bruise had vanished and as much as you protested she was aching to make another one, perhaps she’d play nice and leave one on your thigh this time. It was a unanimous decision to call it an early night, with the debate the next evening everyone wanted fresh and well rested minds.

The door between you and Heather’s suites had remained open since you’d checked in, it’s not like either of you really needed privacy from each other anymore. You were scanning through a few emails when there was a small knock out the door jam. Glancing up you saw Heather holding a bottle of wine and two glasses,

“I think it’s about time you put that bikini back on and join me in the jacuzzi.” She smirked, waiting for you to scoff with a small grin on your face before she headed to the terrace.

You followed a few moments later, clad in the requested bikini, dipping into the bubbling water. The jacuzzi was seated in the terrace, making it level with the ground. You pleasantly accepted the wine from Heather, humming in appreciation over a large sip. Heather let out a sigh, leaning back against the padded seats,

“I have to say, the day you had sounds much more ideal than mine.”

“Interviews that rough?” You chuckled.

“I’m just tired.” She admitted, sipping back some wine, “mentally I mean. The whole campaigning thing is exhausting.”

“Nobody likes campaigning.”

“You’ve got that right.” You watched for a moment as her gaze zoned out into the distance.

“You miss it…” You questioned softly, though you already knew the answer.

“What?” She turned to you.

“The courtroom….” She laughed,

“The debates make up for it a little bit. I mean, it’s not the same, but it’s the same energy.”

“Except your opponent is going after you and not your client.”

“Ecgh.” Was all you got in reply before she took another sip of wine, “I know you’ve got to miss it.”

“Oh fuck…yes.” You laughed, “the rush? Don’t get me wrong, this whole laid back lifestyle is much easier, but it’s so fucking boring.” She cocked a brow and you hastily added a “no offence.” Before hiding behind your wine.

“None taken…I’ll just be glad when this part’s finished. And if you’re bored now, don’t worry, Solicitor General will keep you more than occupied.”

“Good to know.” Watching as she sighed again, taking a hefty sip of wine, you couldn’t help but smile, “you’re going to make an incredible President Heather..”

“Thank you.” You knew she meant it, the incredibly soft smile on her face as she spoke, “I hope you know how much I value your opinion.”

“I do. I mean why else would you have hired me for this job?” You teased. She playfully slapped at your arm.

“You ever think about running for office?”

“God no!” You snorted, “this is as high as I go when it comes to the White House.” You turned to her with a wicked grin on your face, “though I do hope you hold up that promise you made about the Oval Office.”

“Oh kitten, there’s no argument that will get you out of that deal.” She smirked, her wine glass finding a home on the terrace as she shifted in the water, moving to straddle your lap. Her hand plucked your wine glass from your fingers, placing it up on the ledge with hers.

“Heather…” you warned as her lips moved closer to you, “what if-“

“Fuck it.” Her words were hot on your cheek and honestly, who were you to be able to say no when she was already in your lap.

Your hands settled on her hips under the water while hers wrapped around your neck, pulling your lips to hers. The kiss was unbelievably soft at first, melting against each other, the stressors of the campaign drifting away into the swirling of the jacuzzi. You let out a soft groan as her tongue slipped into your mouth, dancing with grace against yours, your arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her flush against your body. Her lips detached from yours, gently trailing down your neck, she nipped against the soft skin and you swatted at her ass the best you could underwater.

“None of that…” you murmured. She chuckled, placing a gentle kiss at the spot before her mouth repeated its actions on the other side. Her fingers tickled up your exposed abdomen, cupping your breasts through your suit, pinching at your nipples. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your mouth, your hand tugging her head up to capture her lips back to yours. A hand buried into her hair, pulling her impossibly close. Her hands closed around your waist as she pulled away from the kiss, pushing your upwards.

“Sit on the edge.” She murmured. You gave her a quizzical look and she simply smirked in return, nudging you in the direction she wanted you to go.

Pulling yourself out of the water you shivered lightly at the change in temperature, though you knew that wouldn’t matter in a minute. Heather easily rid you of your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside as she pulled your hips closer to the edge of the tub. Her kisses littered your inner thighs, and this time when her teeth scraped against the tender skin you didn’t complain, in fact, your hand laced through her hair, encouraging her to mark you up as your breathing picked up. She sucked a mark into you thigh, teeth biting in heavier than she had on your neck the last time, you knew she wanted this one to last.

Once she was satisfied with her work her mouth moved toward your pussy, eager to taste you again, just the thoughtof the delectable sweetness of your juices was more than enough to get her riled up. Her tongue swiped through you torturously slow, lapping as much as she could before she ever so briefly sucked at your clit. Doing your best to stay quiet you whimpered, hips rolling toward her, your chest heaving in anticipation.

Heather set in a steady pace of fucking you with her tongue, pulling your wetness from your walls, it didn’t take long for your thighs to be slick around her lips. Your hand pulled her closer to you, her face nuzzled against your pussy, groaning over your taste, the vibrations caused a soft cry to escape you.

“Fuck..”

“Quiet kitten…” Heather murmured, her lips brushing against your lower ones as she spoke.

She pulled her mouth up, wrapping around your clit while she easily sunk two fingers into your waiting pussy. You groaned softly at the feeling, her tongue darting around your clit in sporadic patterns while her fingers began to fuck you. She twisted and curled them, knowing your body as well as her own by now, not surprised at the way your hips rocked up when she dragged them over your gspot. She had more planned for the evening, she certainly wasn’t about to let you leave her bed, so she figured she would at least try to make this one quick. The half of her that was out of the water felt the cooling air, watching the way your body was breaking out in goosebumps, although, it did mean your nipples were hardened to very visible peaks through your suit and she wasn’t complaining about that.

Heather’s fingers rocked harder into you, twirling with expertise while her lips sucked at your clit harder, she felt your hand tighten in her hair, tugging heavily but nearly pushing her even deeper against your heat. You felt the coil building within you, your breath ragged as you tried to stay as silent as possible as your orgasm grew within you. Your free hand shot out, grasping at Heather’s where it rested on your thigh, her fingers swiftly interlaced with yours as she gave a particularly heavy suck on your clit, her tongue darting out to flick against it right as her fingers curled into your gspot.

A choked moan broke free of your lips as you came, body shuddering against her face, your thighs attempting to close around her. Heather gently pulled her fingers from you as she kissed at your thighs, then up your bare skin until she was standing, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Christ Heather..” you muttered against her lips. She chuckled, chastely kissing you once more.

“There’s more where that came from.”Stepping out of the jacuzzi she cupped your cheek, “come to the bedroom.”

As much as you needed a minute, the air was chilled, and you weren’t about to let Heather get started without you. Following her lead you grabbed your wine glass, (and scooped up your bikini bottoms), matching her movement into the bedroom. If you thought you were done being on the receiving end that night, you were far from wrong. Heather made you come at least another three times, and you were ever thankful that now volume wasn’t a concern, your body shaking underneath hers, coated in a sheen of sweat as she brought you to your peak over and over again. While she wasn’t busy practically tormenting you, you were sure to flip her over and return the favour, devouring her pussy, taking pride and glee in the noises you were able to pull from her, the way she tugged you insanely close to her body in a kiss as your fingers skillfully fucked her.

By the end of the night, you’d not only polished off the wine, but successfully worn each other out. Heather had you curled up against her body, your head resting on her shoulder while her fingers softly played with your hair. Both of your breathing had finally come back to normal, you could practically feel your eyelids fluttering in exhaustion already.

“That’s one way to burn off some steam.” You murmured, kissing her skin gently. Heather chuckled,

“Never knew a better way to relax before an important event.”

“Glad I could help.” You sighed lightly, “should I go?” You asked, in reference to moving back to your own bed.

“No one else has access to the suite. And the door’s latched just in case.” You felt her lips gently hit your head and not much else before you completely passed out, thankful for the warmth of her body against yours.

*

The next even came sooner than you’d expected, though you had to be graciously thankful that your morning had been interrupted, able to share a room service breakfast with Heather before she met with Cynthia. You lounged around for most of the day, double checking everything Heather had prepped for the debate. As much as Cynthia was an incredible campaign manager, you were used to playing hardball, and very used to mock debating over the past fifteen years. When you ran through debate questioning you often took on the roll of Underwood, not holding back against Heather and doing your best to shoot her down and jab at her with remarks he would likely make against her personal life.

Cynthia was out front already, making sure the cars were ready while you fell into step beside Heather.

“You okay?” You murmured, “you seem..on edge or something today.”

“Like I said last night,” she replied softly, “I’m just drained. One more of these and it’ll be done with.”

“Is this about the bug?” Her head practically shot up to meet your gaze,

“No.” She stated firmly, “like I said, it’ll be taken care of. Underwood knows better. He can’t bring it up without admitting he planted it.”

“Okay.” You gave her a tight smile, “hey…you’re gonna crush it.” You discreetly gave her wrist a soft squeeze before you ducked into the car.

*

In complete honesty, you hated having to be at these debates, but you knew having your face out there supporting Heather would be a good pull for your father’s previous supporters. The thing was, if you had to watch two politicians fight it out you would much rather have been on your couch in pj’s with a pint of ice cream than pressed against the back wall in an expensive suit and heels that pinched at your feet slightly. And tonight..something had you worried, Heather had no problem with the prep, as usual, but as you had asked her, something seemed off. She seemed just the slightest off her game and going into the final debate of the nomination like that probably wasn’t something to your advantage.

Underwood did his usual best to undermine her, taking more blows than normal as he strayed from the original topic or question. She would do her best to dodge, redirect it back to what the moderator had

originally asked, only for him to circle back around to it the next chance he got. You could tell she was getting more frustrated with each blow, trying to stay on the higher ground, not slipping to his low standards of poking into aspects of her personal life. It was nearing the end of the second period when you knew trouble was more than just brewing, Underwood took a particularly heavy jab at her, and it was like lightning. You could recognize that little lip twitch anywhere, the first time you’d seen it was the moment you knew you’d won your case against Heather, that she didn’t have any extra ammo against your client, that she was done for. Tonight though, she was still holding onto a little piece of dirt, and in her over frustrated and exhausted state, the words slipped from her mouth before she even realized what she was saying or doing.

“Well I’m not the one who’s planting bugs in other people’s offices Mr. President.”

The next minutes both dragged on and flew by, it seemed like everything was suddenly happening at once. Your heart dropped to your stomach, what the fuck was she thinking?! If Underwood had the knowledge that you knew abou the bug, first off, it was no longer useable against him and secondly…he certainly wasn’t about to hold back from revealing what information he’d retained from the bug. You had to do something, you had to get her off that stage before this got worse.

“For fucks sake Heather.”

“What is she talking about?” Cynthia whispered to you.

“Get her to the car as fast as you can. No press, no social media replies, absolutely nothing. Straight to the hotel.” You hissed out before you darted from the room, leaving a very confused campaign manager behind.

Underwood attempted a few protests and defences first, and Heather shot back just as strong, attacking his character, and going as far as attacking his marriage (considering the rumours that had been flying around on the news as to why Claire wasn’t on the campaign trail with him anymore, no one was really surprised there). If you had been in the room, you woud’ve seen the moment Frank’s jaw clenched, knowing exactly what was coming after,

“Well Ms Dunbar,” he chuckled darkly, “there may be, very untrue rumours about my marriage but at least I’m not the one—“

The entire room went black, Frank’s voice cut out of the microphone, only those within a very small vicinity around him heard the ‘having an affair’. There was a smatter of shrieks through the room, a number of cell phone flashlights flicking on and concerned faces, security rushing in not knowing exactly what was going on. It only took a matter of seconds before the secret service had the President vanished from the room, a few moments later the back up generators began to flick on and Cynthia was at Heather’s side, urging her to get to the car. There was no telling what the fuck was actually happening right now, and safety was everyone’s main concern.

*

To say you were mad was an understatement, you were absolutely fuming. You’d kicked off your heels, but were pacing back and fourth through Heather’s hotel suite, the news was turned on in case they’d restarted the debate as you awaited her return to the hotel. You heard the key card beep in the lock, rounding toward the door as Heather and Cynthia entered.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“Underwood hit hard, so I hit hard back!”

“Ispecifically told you not to mention the bug! And now you’ve gone and slandered the President’s name on livefucking television and accused him of being the source! Have you lost your mind?! Do you realize how bad this looks!?”

“He planted the bug!”

“We don’t KNOW that Heather!! For fuck’s sake! Did you forget everything you learned in law school?!” You were very glad that Cynthia was standing awkwardly to the side for this, you really didn’t have enough patience right now to deal with a two on one fight, “even if we knew it we couldn’t prove it!”

“Doug was the only one in that office alone aside from the three of us and I highly doubt one of us planted it.”

“And Doug was working for you at the time! As far as we know, as far as we can prove, he took it upon himself to plant that bug to try and gain knowledge to later pass onto Underwood after he went behind your back. There is no literal way to prove that Underwood coerced him into planting that bug! Believe me! I went through all of his phone and email logs when you hired him, including burners. Underwood had zero contact with him after his accident.”

“That doesn’t mean Underwood isn’t guilty of this.”

“Oh my GOD Heather!” You groaned, “it doesn’t matter if he’s guilty or not, what the people saw was you stooping to his level, you were doing so good, this just looks like you’re just as skeezy as he is! That’s exactly what we didn’t want. Did you even hear what he said after it went dark?” Heather’s face hardened slightly,

“I did. And it’s a good thing it’s his marriage under the microscope right now and not mine.”

“Jesus Christ…” you spun around, briefly running your hand over your face before pushing your hair back, “he heard what was on that bug, and he nearly destroyed your entire career in three words tonight, you realize that right?”

“Well I guess it’s a good thing the power went out then.”

“Heather…come on..the power didn’t go out, I flipped the goddamn breaker.” Suddenly it made sense to Cynthia where you’d dashed off to, and honestly she was wishing she hadn’t followed Heather into the room, somehow you not only knew about a bug that she didn’t but also knew things about Heather she hadn’t even realized.

“It’s good to know you still have my back.”

“Of course! I’m not Doug, I’m not going to run off to work for Underwood just because you slipped up!”

“I knew when I hired you that if any kind of mess happened, you’d be able to clean it up, and tonight shows that.”

“Well we’re  fucked now! You realize that right?! Because as soon as Underwood leaks the information and your husband finds out?! That’s one mess I won’t be able to clean up Heather!”

In a heartbeat you were gone from her suite, the door leading to your own adjoining one  basically slamming shut. Heather swore under her breath, you were right after all. She’d let the politics and the drama take over the evening, forgetting about the law, the constitution, the fact that you wouldn’t ever be able to link what you needed to who you needed. Not to mention that it was very obvious Underwood knew about the affair, and wasn’t afraid to drop that bomb. She didn’t know how you’d managed to save her ass tonight, but somehow you did, and you deserved all the thanks the world could give in return. She was only pulled from her thoughts when Cynthia cleared her throat awkwardly,

“All things considered…I’m going to pretend that I wasn’t present for any of that conversation.” She quickly let herself out of the suite with a brief nod.

Heather sighed heavily, just as you had guessed, she had been off her game tonight, and she almost suffered horrendous consequences because of it.

Then again…who knew what was going to happen once all parties got back to Washington.

Warnings: Language, smut, masturbation.
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The Dunbar campaign team was fully back in D.C, furthering their work and planning the next stages of the tour, prepping for the caucus in Iowa the following month. During this time frame you spent more of your time wrapping up the few Supreme Court cases that you had on your plate and meeting with the attorney who was reopening your old investigation.

The Underwood’s were overseas in Russia, working through a handful of deals and negotiations, including getting John’s husband back home. You were keeping your ear open to the conversations going on, taking a little bit off of Heather’s plate while she focussed on what was going locally. To be completely honest, you were a little bored, there was a lot less for you do than your old job at the moment and in those downtimes you definitely missed the fire of the courtroom.

Through your political connections over the years you did have a couple of contacts who either resided in Moscow or were among the Underwood’s staff that were with them. It wasn’t a surprise to you when you got the text, you’d been expecting drama from the trip but you hadn’t expected this. Double checking the time, you grabbed what you needed and headed down to the Dunbar campaign office, slipping in the back donor unnoticed by anyone. Heather was behind her desk and much to your distaste, Doug was in a chair across from her,

“We’re kind of in the middle of something.” He stated as you came through the back doorway.

“Yeah, I really don’t care.” You replied, “and chances are she’ll tell me whatever you say anyways.”

“Did you-“ Concern and slight anger flashed over his face as his gaze shot back to Heather and you knew he was worried about whatever the fuck was in that journal.

“No.” Heather replied sternly, which, technically wasn’t a lie. Sure, she’d been about to tell you, but you had stopped her before she’d gotten into any kind of details, not that she was against lying to Doug. “Did you find something?” She asked you. You dropped down a tray of coffee on her desk that she thanked you for and you swatted Doug’s hand away when he reached for one.

“Michael Corrigan killed himself in his cell.”

“What? How?” You pursed your lips, pulling up the address to the nation.

Claire was supposed to say some condolences, but instead went off about how she was in the cell (asleep) when it happened, that he hadn’t wanted to lie and repeat the speech the government had demanded for his release. You could tell by the tenseness in Frank’s voice alone that he was not happy with her.

“Give us a minute.” Heather said to Doug, moving from her desk, pulling you into the back hallway. “What does this look like to you?”

“Political negotiations gone wrong, and trouble in paradise…for starters. If you wanna go after Underwood, I’d do it now, kick ‘em while he’s down kinda thing.”

“You think we should use this to our advantage?”

“To a point, yeah. Make a statement about Michael’s death, you’ve had John with you on multiple stops, it looks irresponsible if you don’t. Once I find out more info on how the deals were altered I’ll send them your way and you can make statements about how you’ll be trying to do things differently, especially with Russia involved. And then…use social media to enunciate the fact that you have what Underwood doesn’t at the moment.” Heather cocked a brow, prompting you to continue, “a family, a loving and stable marriage? Hell get your kids to throw up something on Instagram about the fun summer they’re having with their parents.”

“So we’re ignoring Iowa?”

“What happened in Iowa stays in Iowa.” You fired back.

“I guess it’s a good thing we’re going back to Iowa then.” She smirked and you felt your cheeks blaze substantially, nearly stuttering as you tried to change the subject.

“Do you really trust him in there alone?” You asked, gesturing toward the closed door.

“It’s not like we’re keeping national secrets in there or anything.” Heather laughed, “thank you for the info.” She gave your shoulder a soft squeeze, “I’ll call you later if I figure anything out.”

“Course.” You gave her a soft smile before you turned down the stairs, heading out the way you’d came.

*

A few hours had passed since you’d gotten home, you’d showered, changed into comfier clothes and tucked into a glass or two of wine with dinner while you kept a wary eye on the evening news. Realizing you’d left your phone in the bedroom you returned to grab it and were incredibly thankful you’d gotten there in time, Heather’s name flashing across the screen.

“Hey-“

“You have your call feature voice activated don’t you?” She asked and you could practically hear the smirk through the phone.

“What?”

“Your phone automatically calls a contact when it hears a name…” your brows furrowed, still confused, “you called me about twenty minutes ago…left quite the voicemail…”

Ohfuck.

You nearly dropped your wine glass, realizing exactly what activities you had been involved in twenty minutes ago, you felt the flush creep up your neck, flubbing over words in an attempt to explain yourself.

“I-uh-“

“We’re you using that ridiculous little pink thing?”

“Uhm…” your gaze dropped to your bed where said toy was still lying. “Yes…”

“I want you to use your hands this time.”

“What?” Your heart jumped into your throat, the thudding building heavier in your ears…among other areas beginning to flutter, your brain eventually pulling through before your pussy did, “wait. Are you at home?”

“No.” Heather replied with a soft sigh, “still at the office. Cynthia just left. I was wrapping up paperwork but this seemed like a much more enticing idea.”

“Oh…”

“Now I don’t want to have to tell you twice kitten…get comfortable, put the phone on speaker.”

Not wanting the idea to go to waste, you did as she said, placing the phone on speaker and tossing it onto your bed. You slipped out of your pyjama pants, climbing onto the bed and settling against the pillows. Heather could hear the slight rustling, the near shaky sigh as you let out as you laid down on the bed, the sound of the duvet crinkling as you spread your legs.

“Are you still wet?” God her voice was like fucking silk, you felt your pussy twitch before you’d even gone anywhere near it. A hand snuck down, swiping easily between your folds. Your last orgasm had been more than powerful, the thought of Heather between your legs again overtaking your senses.

“Yes..”

“Good.” She smiled to herself, hearing the way your breathing had already began to increase and she’d barely started. “Play with yourself, get that beautiful pussy nice and drenched for me.”

“Yes M’am….” Your hand began to toy with the leaking juices, spreading your lips apart, flicking against your clit ever so softly, a light whine coming from your lips.

“I only wish I was there with you kitten, getting to mark up that gorgeous neck of yours…suck on your tits, I know how much you like it when I do that. Play with your tits for me, will you?”

You whimpered out a yes, your free hand sneaking under your shirt, cupping at your chest, rolling your nipple between your fingers, gasping as you pinched at it, hardening the peak. You repeated the actions on the other side, the hand between your legs beginning to circle at your clit. Your hips rocked up, you could feel more juices leaking out onto the sheets, your pussy simply begging to be fucked. Heather listened as you let out a breathy whimper, picturing the way you must be thrown back against your bed, all pretty and on display just for her, head thrown back into the pillows, neck exposed and ready for her to mark up. She clenched her thighs together when you let out a moan.

“You nice and wet for me?”

“Yes…” you whined.

“Then get to it kitten. Start fucking yourself. I know how good you are with your hands.”

“You’re better…” you murmured, causing her to chuckle.

“Slide those fingers in, I know you know how.”

Your hand toyed briefly at your entrance before plunging in, the feel of your wet walls tightening around them fucking heavenly. A moan bounced off the walls as you started to pump your hand, a cry escaping your lips into the phone when you curled, brushing right against your g-spot.

“Oh God…”

“That’s it…just like that.” Heather could hear how wet you were, the sopping sounds coming through the phone as your fingers thrusted into your pussy, hips rolling in time with the motion. “That feel good for you?”

“Yes…” you moaned out, “oh fuckHeather..” to be completely honest, she wasn’t sure what was hotter, hearing you moan her name when she was coaching you through it, or when you had no idea she was listening.

“Harder kitten…play with that clit with your other hand. I want to make you feel as good as you made me last time.” You groaned out in response, your fingers pinching at your clit, the praise that you’d made her feel incredible turning you on more. Fuck did you ever want her hands on you right now, and her next words had you wantonly moaning out her name, “can’t wait to taste you again kitten. That pussy’s so fucking delicious…”

“Oh fuck…oh fuck!” Your hands furiously fucked your cunt, wetness seeping out, the squelching sounds much louder than you’d expected. You were still relatively sensitive from your earlier session, your thighs beginning to shake as the hand on your clit rubbed harder, moving faster against the little nub.

“You’ve been so good, come for me…”

The strangled cry leaving your lips was louder than you’d expected, your body shuddering against the mattress as your juices dribbled out around your fingers. A string of whimpered swears left your lips and all Heather wanted was to be able to see you as you hit your peak. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and started to think about getting herself off before she went home. She could hear your panting, picturing your flushed cheeks and heaving chest, your fluttering eyelids, and the thought made her weak.

“Wasn’t that better?” She quietly asked. You softly giggled, your head rolling to look at the phone.

“Yes…but still would’ve preferred you..”

“Mmm…Iowa’s not that far off.” Her phone beeped and she swore, the sultry ness in her voice suddenly vanishing, “I’ve got a call coming in on my other line. You’re coming to that meeting tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah. Two fifteen, right?”

“I’ll see you there.”

“Yup.”

With that, the call was cut short. You let out a heavy sigh, your body still vibrating in the slightest from the intensity of your orgasm.

It appeared what happened in Iowa didn’t actually stay in Iowa.

**

A/N: I know that’s not actually how the voice to call function works but like…work with me here…its fiction….lololol.