Page 25 of Longing for Liberty

SEVENTEEN

STATE NEWS: PRESIDENT ROAN’S WIFE GIVES BIRTH TO BABY NUMBER EIGHT!

I felt bizarrely calm at the penthouse the next day. Calm, but not comfortable—I could never let myself get comfortable. He wasn’t there in the morning, so I worked swiftly. I ate my breakfast, and I was able to eat more in one sitting than before.

Amos Fitzhugh came home after lunch and acknowledged me with little more than a nod before setting up his laptop on the dining table.

I wondered how many perfectly tailored navy blue suits he owned.

His closet was full of pressed dress shirts in white, cream, light blue, and light gray.

And of course an assortment of ties and shiny shoes.

I had just finished eating when I felt him staring and made eye contact. He jutted his head to the side, beckoning me. My nerves immediately went on the fritz as I set everything in the sink and made my way to his side.

“Yes, sir?”

“Come stand on this side of me and face the table.”

What the…?

I went around him to his right side and did as he said. He moved me over another inch.

“Now place your palms down on the table.”

I did.

“Just like that. I want you to stay right there.”

I went still.

“Liberty…look at me.”

I peered over my left shoulder, nervous as shit. He had a devilish look in his blue eyes.

“I’m about to take a call. I need you to be very quiet. Can you do that?”

I nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”

An app on his computer began to ring, and my whole body tightened with jittery anticipation.

“Not a sound.” He turned his attention to the screen, and I turned my head forward again, my mind racing and my body alert.

“Hello, Charles, thank you for meeting with me.” Fitzhugh’s overly warm hand slipped up the back of my skirt and landed firmly inside my inner thigh. I sucked in a breath through my nose, keeping my mouth shut.

“Of course, Secretary. I’m glad to finally have information to share.”

“Me too. Roan and Walinger are both very eager.” His thumb moved back and forth in place over my delicate skin. I tried to focus on their words and not the feel of his hand on my thigh.

“I’m sure they are. Well, where shall we begin?”

“May as well go straight through each Community in order.” Oh, this conversation had the potential to be importa— That thought got stuck when his hand slowly moved up, and he ran his thumb along the edge of my panty line under my right cheek. I stayed so still.

“Yes, sir. What I’ve got for you are the population sizes of each community, rough but I daresay very close, along with the number of State Force for each.”

“Perfect.” Fitzhugh nodded. “Let’s have them.”

His thumb pushed under the elastic band and coasted across the undercurve of my bottom, nearly all the way around and slowly back, stopping just before he got to my core.

My body was already begging me to let my mind go, but I had to overpower it.

The urge to move my body, to force his thumb closer, was strong.

I listened intently as the other man, Charles, began giving Fitzhugh stats.

The Secretary made notes on a pad to the left of his computer, writing with his left hand.

His right hand was also busy. Finally, finally, his thumb pushed the fabric of my underwear to the side and dipped straight into me.

I tensed and heard him clear his throat as his thumb sank into my wetness.

My fingertips pressed hard into the glass tabletop.

Pay attention, Libby.

Slowly, his thumb explored me inside, then circled outside, running slickly along my layers of sensitive skin before plunging back into me, pressing upward and forward.

He seemed careful to use the pad of his thumb, not his nail, which I appreciated.

I wanted to move my hips, but I stayed still.

Abruptly, Fitzhugh withdrew his hands from under my skirt, and I heard a click . Muting himself?

“Take them off.” He clicked again and said, “We’d anticipated a higher population in Community Two with everyone bused down from Alaska.”

As quietly as possible, I moved a few feet away and slowly unzipped my skirt, guiding it all the way down, followed by my panties.

“I know,” Charles said. “I think between the banks falling and the round-ups, a lot of people fled north.”

“That many, though?” The Secretary’s eyes never left the screen as he spoke.

I went back to the spot where my hands had left marks on the glass and got back into position, feeling exposed and hideously aroused.

“I know it’s baffling. The only other option is that they went west despite the radiation warnings.”

“Roan won’t like that.” Fitzhugh cupped my ass with his large, hot hand, and I let my head fall forward, my eyes closing as he massaged each of my cheeks before lowering his hand and grasping my inner thigh again.

“I don’t envy you for having to tell him.”

Fitzhugh sighed and found my wet folds with his thumb again, delving inside of me and rubbing the pad of his thumb upward inside where I knew my G-spot was. My toes curled as I breathed through it.

“The Force numbers are good, though. And high teen male numbers for future recruits.” His thumb slipped out, and he replaced it with two fingertips.

“Yes, sir.”

“Moving on to Community Three,” the Secretary said, swirling his fingertips around to get them wet. My heart raced.

“Community Three’s population is better, but still less than expected. Three has the highest numbers because they had nowhere to go.”

Fitzhugh nodded, pushing his fingers up inside of me, filling me as his thumb began wandering… “Give me numbers.”

As Charles began spouting off facts, and I tried very hard to listen, Fitzhugh’s moist thumb-tip traveled up my center and pressed against the opening of my anus.

I jumped a little in surprise, and my cheeks clenched around his thumb.

This wasn’t something Jeremy and I did. Not that he wasn’t open to it, but I’d been nervous about anything back there .

Fitzhugh wasn’t deterred by my body’s response, though.

He pressed more firmly, and I tried to relax.

Numbers. Numbers! My brain took the stats as Fitzhugh’s slick thumb pushed through the barrier of my hole, and I sucked in a silent gasp.

I was not mentally comfortable with what was happening, but it felt way better than I expected.

Maybe because I was already so turned on?

He pushed his thumb further in, and I accidentally pushed my hips back a little.

Fuck . If I looked over my shoulder, he would probably be wearing that tiny half-smirk right now.

He moved his thumb in and out, and if that wasn’t enough sensation, his two fingers pulled out from inside of me and moved forward, sliding along my folds and rubbing the sides of my sensitive bud.

I had to clench my teeth as my whole body twitched from the number of nerve endings being played with at that moment.

As hard as I tried to stay still, my body was definitely rocking back and forth with the motion of his fingers moving along my clit and his thumb delving smoothly in and out of my body. My entire core was tensing, building.

Oh, God…

An uncontrollable tremble began in my belly and zinged down, causing my whole body to shake silently.

I opened my mouth to breathe through the orgasm as quietly as possible, falling forward onto my forearms, my clit still pulsing under his fingers.

He didn’t pull his fingers away until I went still, and my breathing was almost normal.

Oh, my God. Amos Fitzhugh had just made me come.

The click sounded again—muting himself.

“Under the table.”

Click .

I glanced over my shoulder and found him scratching notes, leaning back in his chair with his trousers massively tented. Holy shit. My heart pounded as I moved to the ground and crawled until I was tucked between his legs with just enough space between his lap and the table for my head.

Charles, whom I suspected was one of Fitzhugh’s military officers, was just finishing up his stats on Community Four and about to begin on Community Five. I’d somehow managed to tuck numbers away, but this was the most important part.

I was terrified of making noise as I reached for his belt and slowly undid it, being so careful not to jangle the metal.

Then the button and the slow lowering of the zipper.

I opened his trousers and reached for the waistband of his briefs.

My eyes caught sight of the firearm at his side, reading Glock on the handle, and a terrifying image flashed through my mind of me grabbing the gun right now while he was vulnerable.

I’d never held a gun and had no idea how it felt to shoot one.

How quickly could I find the safety and turn it off?

He surely kept it loaded. His hips slightly shifted, jolting my brain.

Shit, I needed to keep going! A glance upward showed Fitzhugh taking notes and seeming to pay no attention to me. But his cock told a different story as I released it…damn.

Scooting up with my heart hammering out of my chest, I closed my mouth around his thick head, grabbing him at the base. He cleared his throat and reached his right hand under the table to thread his fingers through my hair.

It was bizarre to have this different shape in my mouth, and again, it was impossible not to compare. He was more blunt, less pointy. Not quite as long but more girth.

Fitzhugh seemed happy to merely hold my head and let me control the pace and depth.

He stretched the corners of my mouth to the point of stinging when I took all of him in, and I had to pull back abruptly so as not to gag.

Trying to give a silent blowjob was far more difficult than I thought it would be.

I had to be careful not to slurp or make any suction noise.

I was also used to moaning a little, so it was strange but erotic.

When I started to go faster, he pulled back on my hair with just enough force to slow me.

I peeked up a few times at him, but he never looked down.

My ears took in the facts about Community Five as my mouth took in the Secretary of the State.

And then, with no warning whatsoever, his dick started to twitch hard in my hand, and he was coming in my mouth.

I grasped him firmer and swallowed three times.

When I looked up, the tip of him still between my lips, the only sign on his face that he’d just orgasmed was the way his lips had slightly parted.

I licked down the crease of his tip and pulled back.

His hand released my head, and he motioned a gesture to the side, excusing me.

I crawled over to my clothes, grabbed them, and climbed out of the back side of the table, scurrying away to dress and finish my work as I repeated the facts I’d learned over and over in my head.

And every time my mind wanted to veer off track and feel guilty for what had happened, I steered myself back to the numbers.

Because what I’d learned today made the upheaval of emotions worth it.