SEXUAL CONTENT.
It was a shit rest of the week. You didn't see much of Keir and if you did see him it was just for work purposes. You didn't drink with him at all. On the Friday, however Keir sent you a text.
It was late when he texted. Just a simple text. 9:40 can I call you?
You hit call straight away. "Keir. Are you okay?" You heard him take a long deep breath and you instantly got worried. "Keir."
"I'm okay. I promise." He said softly." "Are you in bed?" He asked quietly. He spoke softly and it instantly gave you goosebumps and a stutter.
"Yes. I am." You stuttered. That's when you heard him chuckle and it made you defensive, "what?" You asked.
"Nothing, you are just adorable." He said. Then you talked with him before your conversation got sexual. "Are you okay with this?" He asked and you smiled that he could be so caring.
"Yes." You said. "I'm sure."
That's when he encouraged you to touch yourself.
He whispered dirty things to you in two languages, he knew speaking Spanish turned you on. He knew that when you couldn't help but listen to him talk on the phone, being his own translator in the process.
The conversation turned you on, until you came with a soft, breathless cry.
You fell asleep quickly, but not before he promised you that, the next time he made you come with his tongue, it would be buried between your thighs.
YOU ARE READING
Can't get you out of my head.
FanfictionYou are a woman named Hannah Clarke working for Labour leader Sir Keir Starmer. You can't stop thinking about him. Dreaming about him. Thinking what it would be like to be with him. You realise you are falling for him and you realise that you are fa...
