#fitzgerald grant

"I know." You would repeat back. It was just what you did to get her off your back.

Your college life was your favorite. Secret service wasn't allowed on campus for risk of other students. As soon as you stepped away from campus, you were back to your old life. This was your sanctuary, the people there could care less about your status. You all came for the same thing, whatever your parents signed you up for and party. It was the way life went on campus.

You aced exams so your parents wouldn't get suspicious. You even kept going to those after school sports they signed you up for. All this to make room for a cold beer after losing beer pong at the end of the night. Your day to day changed when you met Tyriq, the president's son. He was adored by many around him, it was just who he was.

His birth shocked the country since his mother was the president's mistress. That's what many on the outside saw anyway. The insiders knew that he loved that woman like no other. He showed it time and time again how he felt for his wife but Miss. Pope? Oh how he adored the powerful woman.

When you learned the story, you wanted a love like that but not in that way. It was silly but you believed in right person wrong time. Things happened and sometimes you could fix it and sometimes you couldn't. Fitzgerald and Pope showed that clearly. They didn't care how it looked as long as they were together.

Tyriq spent much of his time doing sports or hanging out with his friends but when he saw you? He liked to have died. You both were at another infamous campus party. This one was ran by a fraternity who decided to celebrate their founding day. When you pulled up with your homegirls, people were already passed out on the lawn from drinking. You didn't want to be them especially since the sprinklers automatically turn on in the middle of the night.

"They gon' be mad because there's an assignment due tonight." Leona stated with a shake of her head.

"They'll just cry to the professor like they always do and then get an 'A'." Verity said as she rolled her eyes at the mere thought of it.

"That's true because that's the senates son." Leona laughed as you followed with laughter of your own.

"Girl his daddy got him, trust." You assured them as you all walked along the grass. The party was bumping as per usual.

Verity froze before searching around like she was missing something. You and Leona started looking around too hoping to pick up on what she was doing. She stood up with narrowed eyes as her gaze scanned the area. Leona sucked her teeth before putting a hand on her hip. She knew Verity was on some bull.

"Alright now, I'm not bout to play with you." Leona stated, clearly becoming irritable.

"Y'all hear that?" Verity whispered as she ducked low. You both followed now concerned with what she was hearing.

"No? What's going on?" You asked just as worried.

"It's a shot." She laughed loudly as she practically galloped to the entrance. Her purse swinging on her arm.

Leona let out an annoyed noise. "Remind me to smack her 'fo we leave." You agreed as you both made it inside.

You walked up on her with a glare. "You make me sick, you know that?"

"Girl we here to relax before we have to go back to our mundane lives." She rolled her eyes at you before waving you off.

Verity was all about finding a way to take a load off. It was just how she was. What was the point of hard work if you couldn't enjoy life afterwards? She made sure it paid off and in this case it did because she got through the week. Today was about letting go.

"Verity, you make it sound like we living paycheck to paycheck." Leona said rolling her eyes. Verity glared at her.

"Girl we might as well be, hell. They just threw us in this mothafucka." She sassed as you snorted.

"Girl we are kids of powerful people." Leona reminded her but verity just waved her off. "Same thing."

The party was loud and as usual for a fraternity, packed. You could hear the constant hooting and hollering from all for corners of the house. You looked over to your left and saw some people leaned on walls trying to look cool. This wasn't the place, this wasn't high school anymore. The young adults were free to be themselves without their parents judgment.

"I don't know about y'all but I'm getting me a drink!" Verity squealed before shimmying to the kitchen.

You and Leona laughed at her before Leona dragged you along. "Alright now, I don't want nothing strong. We still gotta get home." You told Leona which she nodded.

"Live a little! It's Friday too. Besides Benny gonna come get us!" Verity smiled mischievously.

Your eyebrow raised as you eyed her. "Benny? Who would rather shit in his hands and clap before getting out his bed in the middle of the night?"

"He said he's cool with it since he'll be out tonight." She stuck her tongue out at you.

"We can always call a taxi." Leona whispered to you before handing you the drink.

The night was as good as a Friday night at a fraternity party could get. Verity was drunk and having a dance off in the main room. Leona went to go cheer her on while you sat by the pool with your feet in the water. The night air was cool and the stars were out—a perfect night. You took a deep breath in as you took in the sounds of the night.

"You usually alone?" A voice spoke through the quiet.

You opened your eyes and looked towards the direction of the voice. Tyriq emerged from around the sliding door. You snorted before resuming your relaxation. "You usually sneak up on folk?"

He put his hands up in defense. "Alright, I earned that one."

He sat next to you causing you to peek one eye open. He got nice and comfortable in the lawn chair before turning to you. You couldn't help but to laugh at him. He was not serious, he couldn't be. He laughed along with you but mostly with confusion etched on his face.

Your laughter quieted down before you eye him again. "What do you want, Tyriq?"

"I can't just talk to you?" He asked with a small laugh to follow.

"Typical one liner from a frat boy." You snorted as he rolled his eyes.

"But I'm on top of my classes and I'm not goofing around." He spoke in a matter of fact tone. You eye him once more not believing him at all.

"Okay I do goof off from time to time but overall I'm focused." You just scoffed and shook your head at him.

"Yeah okay." You teased before laying back on the lawn chair. His jaw dropped before he started going back and forth with you jokingly.

That night went on and on until you both couldn't go on anymore. What was an innocent conversation turned into his hands all over your curves. His deep voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear while your nails dug into his back. His hips snapping into yours repeatedly until you both came undone. However, it was an honest mistake.

The next morning you woke up in his dorm room, sun beaming into your skin. You blinked away the pain from the harsh rays only to find yourself tangled up in the president's son's arms. You couldn't believe you did something like that. It was the one thing you promised yourself you would never do. You lifted his arms off of you and rushed to find something of his to wear. You would be damned if you wore the same outfit out of here. You dressed yourself, snuck past the many passed out bodies in the house and out the door.

You got numerous calls and texts from your friends asking about you. Your roommate was worried about you and called even more than they did. When you finally made it home, you put the chain on the door and went to your room. Your body shivered at the thought of last night. His teeth sinking into you occasionally made you want to scream. You couldn't believe you let yourself fall into him like that. All you could do was try to forget him.

Which you did, you couldn't try hard enough with all the questions you were getting asked either. "Girl we tried to call you because Benny came through and he was ready to go." Leona explained, a hand on her left hip.

"Yeah he would not let us leave without you." Verity said with an eye roll.

"He was quick to leave me at a party." Leona sassed with a roll of her eyes.

Verity sucked her teeth at Leona. "That's because you adamant about leaving with your older cousin who had just came into town."

Leona shrugged her off, not wanting to hear the story. "So? Who was he?"

You could have nearly choked by how taken back you were. "Excuse me?"

"Girl please don't act prude with me right now." Leona sighed softly. Verity snorted before turning away from the group.

"There was no guy. I poured too heavy as usual and just took whatever empty room there was to lie down. I didn't realize I slept til the morning." You shrugged off the lie that slid out your mouth so easily.

Verity knew how you got when you were drunk, sleepy. You'd be hype one minute and drowsy the next. It was just how you were especially when you mixed the drinks yourself. "You taking a grown man's room and leaving him to sleep in the elements is killing me." Verity laughed through her hand.

"They were all sleeping everywhere. On the pool table, lawn chairs, hell even the steps had people on 'em." You rambled making Verity laugh harder.

"You should've took some pictures." Verity wheezed making Leona grimace.

"Alright now it's not that funny." Leona said scooting closer to you.

Your lie was one you had no choice but to keep. You didn't want anyone to know what happened that night. You just wanted to pretend it didn't happen but that was easier said than done. Tyriq isn't the type to just let things be when there's a signal they should be. That's what made him more like his father. That's what made him cling to you like no one's business.

Fucking the President, Mr Fitzgerald Grant comes with a lot of rules. One of which being: you cannot fuck the president, the leader of the free world in the Oval Office. It is forbidden. Not allowed, the one rule you respect enough to follow.

But Fitz doesn’t care about that rule. He doesn’t follow that rule, hell, he doesn’t even acknowledge it as a rule. He’s shoving his hand down your pants up against his desk, circling your clit with his fingers whispering in your ear about how it’s okay, “it’s okay baby, just tell me how bad you want it, no one will see—I promise no one will see us just tell me what you want”

And he’s a liar of course. He doesn’t care who sees you, he wants you to be seen, he wants to be seen with the women making him betray the White House, the leader of the free world, taken over by some good pussy. That’s all it takes, really. And you want to be seen. You want to know you matter, you’re more than a good pussy, he loves you, and you love him, and it shows.

He fucks you good and hard, his legislations under your outstretched palms, crying out over his cock as he drives into you. He’d leak the footage to the press if Cyrus would let him. He loves how pretty you look stupid all over his cock. It’s a crime no one else knows how good you look split open. The American people have never known such a sight—and they never would. He could be greedy like that, the president. The American people could never see you like this, split apart on his cock, drooling from the corners of your mouth, crying out for the president to relieve the ache that settles in your lower belly.

He loves it. Being the only one to make you come undone, the only woman to come apart under him the way that you do. He dreams of the face you make when you come, strokes his cock to the expression etched across your face, every chance he gets, even next to his sleeping wife who is none the wiser—the First Lady, catching the end moaning of the president's late night fantasy of you.

If he’s lucky enough you’ll leave one of your panties, in the light after you’ve scurried away, or before one of the presidents briefing meetings—you’re such a good helper, always looking to help the President prepare for the big speeches.

Doesn’t matter that he had you spread open on his desk in the Oval Office, legs spread apart as he pushes his cock into your warm velvety walls, hips driving into your own, your heels arched as you take whatever the president has to offer. You don’t mean to forget your panties. It’s an accident, honest, but he sees them, and he has to put them in his pocket of course—can’t risk anyone seeing them

He runs his thumb over the wet slit his entire meeting. Sighing as he feels the wet patching you left prior, cock stirring in his slacks as he drives his hips up into the sensation of your panties balled into his pocket.