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“Fuck.”
It was until now that you and Ray were alone in the office. Agent Poindexter was the last to leave, slightly dazed with dark circles under his eyes. Squeezing and relaxing his fist as he walked out the double glass doors and into the elevator. Arinori and Garcia had long gone as soon as the paperwork was done, followed by Agent Lim and the rest. Sorry pats and half curious questions briefly circled Agent Nadeem’s desk. Ray parroted the same excuse through his teeth: gotta write this report before Hattley does my performance review.
You were in the conference room while everyone slowly left, pretending to read through classified documents. Not that you could even focus if you wanted to. Thoughts jumbled from working during the day and waiting in silence in the evening. It wasn’t until all the ceiling lights were turned off that a flash of panic and excitement rolled off you in heat waves. A short breath was let out.
“Fuck.”
A minute in the darkness ticked on, waiting for the tell tale sound of Ray getting up from his desk. Heartbeat nearly punching out of your chest that was only fueled by doses of anticipation. The day had stretched out like a lazy Sunday morning, and all you had to suffer the hours with was his hand brushing against yours in the staff room whilst he made himself coffee. His time had largely been taken up by Wilson Fisk in his luxury prison penthouse. It was a miracle he even had time for anything else.
You pulled at your collar, trying to tamper down twisting feelings in your gut. It wasn’t bursting at the seams but it was there. Expectation, thrill, self loathing, hunger. Confusion.
A hard swallow pushed it all back down.
The door opened, and you looked over at the other end of the table to see Ray standing at the door. It was hard to see his expression, his face carefully neutral as he closed the door behind him. His tie was loosened slightly, the button at the very top unbuttoned. He clearly looked as if he kept combing back his hair with his fingers throughout the day.
“Agent Nadeem,” Formality as the punchline. Not that you were in the mood for jokes, but the tension crackling in the air felt like it could suffocate you before you did anything.
He glanced over his shoulder before looking back at you. “You’re lucky I turned off the cameras.”
“You always turn off the cameras.”
No response. You weren’t really supposed to bring that up.
Ray moved towards your end of the table, and that was the end of your patience. You kicked off your heels and nearly threw yourself at him. Your mouth found his with a little help from standing on your toes, clutching at the lapels of his suit jacket. Taking his bottom lip between your lips, licking a stripe up his tongue and to his teeth. You barely gave either of you time to breathe before diving back in to taste the coffee flavor of his mouth.
Hands blindly tugged off his suit jacket, leaving it a crumpled heap while his own tender grasp carefully slid off your own. You tried not to feel like you were taking something from him that didn’t belong to you. Your grip on his shoulders led you to pull him down to the carpet behind the table, pushing his back against the floor with little resistance. A leg swung over his waist, sitting yourself down on top of him. Brown eyes watched you with helpless attraction, as they often did whenever they were alone. Lips simply pressed against his, almost too aggressively, silencing any convoluted feelings simmering under the surface.
Dark hair stuck in odd directions from your hands in his scalp, lowering your hands to his shirt to unbutton the fabric. His own hand had already filtered through your hair with gentle fingers, curling around the nape of your neck. You hurried to pull his button up shirt open and let your fingertips trace muscle definition down his stomach. You fumbled to drag the shirt away from your bodies. It wasn’t enough for you. Counting down weeks, days, hours. For this.
The quickened breaths between kisses from idle touches along his torso, one hand exploring the skin along his chest while the other trailed down, down, down. Below his belly button and teasing the button through the slit to loosen his pants. His grip on your neck tightened with anticipation, pulling back and letting his head hit the carpet to look up at you.
“Yeah?” Ray’s voice through heavy breaths, slightly frayed at the edges. Dark eyes travelled over your face, letting his gaze wander down your body. “Yeah. Okay. This is the last time we do this. Promise?”
A quiet laugh as you leaned in for another kiss. “If you say so.”
”Hey,” He placed a hand on your chest to keep you still. There was something glistening in his eyes. “This is serious. Promise me this is the last time.”
Silence simmered sloppy kissing to an uncomfortable tension. That glisten in his eyes, that guilt fighting to the front. You stared at him before nodding, resigning to a life of awkwardly sharing a workspace until either of you moved departments. The relief on his face spread across his entire body, relaxing into the floor once again. It was difficult not to swallow thickly at such a reaction.
Ray’s hand moved over the button at the top of your sternum, glancing up at you as he pried the button from the placket. Watching your reaction. You leaned forward to lift yourself up, just enough to unzip his pants and shimmy both pants and underwear an inch down. What slapped up against his belly reminded you exactly why you were in this situation in the first place.
A sharp exhale of apprehension from him, dilated pupils dragging up from your lips to your eyes, pulling you down by the shirt for another kiss. Both hands fumbled to unbutton the rest of your blouse, dropping down to push up your skirt. Damp panties pressed against the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from the both of you. You drag your hips over the length of his cock, rubbing wet cotton against skin. The movement alone made you shudder with the feeling of moisture sticking your underwear to your flesh, slicking his own hair in long stripes of fluid.
The noise Ray made was peculiar, a reedy gasp that made his chest heave. Almost like he was in pain. You dragged your hips over him again and again, rocking to each pulsating beat wounded tight inside of you. Nadeem’s hand combed at his hair, letting dark strands fall over his forehead as he covered half his face with his arms. It was cute how his mouth was hanging open, loud ragged breaths punctuated by broken noises.
“Just—“ He panted, sweat shining in his hair. “Just get it over with.”
You flicked at a nipple, trying not to smirk when he flinched. “Now you want to be impatient?”
Impatience wasn’t at all his strong suit. Then again, he wasn’t so used to being so complacent. It was either this or you riding his abs again until you came.
You halted your movement to glance down at the mess between you, tiny beads of translucent fluid collected at the tip. Your hand glided up his cock, thumb tracing thin blue webbing up the length and smearing your slick with his fluids. Fingers curled around the base, threading through one side of your panties so that the tip bulged underneath the cotton. Direct contact rubbing against your pussy made you clench around nothing, struggling not to squeeze your thighs together. The sensation of nerve endings flashing hot from your core and spreading up throughout your body only allowed an involuntary choked noise from your throat.
Ray, on the other hand, let out a low groan as you canted your hips. His own hands ran up and down your thighs like he was unsuccessfully trying to distract himself. Each rock forward shot electricity up your body like a bush on fire, and every rock back squeezed the head of his cock against your panties. The marathon barely started and you were both panting for air.
Cotton threads straining over sensitive skin, rough and wet against oscillating movements. Sticking and unsticking, sampling different fluids from the both of you. As for yourself, you could feel little strands of sweat slicked hair on the nape of your neck, and a tremble in your thighs.
Fuck, patience wasn’t your strong suit as much as impatience wasn’t his. Hips raised, you pulled your panties to the side with one hand, the other guiding his cock right where it needed to be since work ended. It was a slow decent back down on his hips, the way his belly sharply rose and fell catching your eyes. It was a six inch gut punch that stole your breath no matter how many times you and Ray were alone. Hands clutched his chest as you tried to relax around him, trying to adjust.
“Take it easy,” He puffed out.
You looked down at him, confused, before realising your fingernails were digging into the flesh of his pectoral muscles. Little crescent shapes imprinted on his skin as you forced your palms flat. Try not to feel so embarrassed.
“Sorry.”
”S’okay. I’ll try not to be flattered.”
Never mind. Hot in the face, you pinched one of his nipples in annoyance. Ray hissed in response, reflexes making his hips jerk up into you. Nerves firing immediately, another white hot sucker punch inside of you that slickened you up considerably more and stuttered your pulse.
With hands flat on his chest, you leaned slightly forward, raising your hips up a couple inches just to push back down again. Ray’s hands that had dropped to your knees now snaked up to trace the curve of your ass moving up and down on his cock, then further up to gently hold your hips. Not controlling, just resting there. Feeling his fingertips on your skin while you bounced was enough to make you shudder; never mind the sharp gasps escaping his open mouth, strung out with frayed vocal chords.
Eyes fluttered around your body, his gaze taking in the little details. Your parted lips loudly sucking in air, the sweat glistening on the dip of your trachea, your fingers tracing around the edge of his nipples in an effort not to bite the skin again. All of it wringing guilt and pleasure in his head. All of it so badly wanted, and he hated himself for it.
You leaned back, your hands planted on his legs to hold yourself up. Wide brown eyes met yours as canted hips dragged up and down his length. It was an effort that burned in your core, panting softly with the now slightly faster pace. With your legs opened wider, Ray could see inches of himself disappearing and reappearing into you, over and over again. Like a magic trick. He nearly lost himself in it.
The sight was a catalyst for change. He lifted his hips in time with you so that you were buried to the hilt. Neither of you could stop the moans his thrusting elicited from each other. Trembling and wet to the point of soaking a patch of his pants, each push up into you sent sparks of electricity to covered nipples. Each shock quick and steady. This was what he did to you every time without fail. It would be so difficult trying to stay away from him after this. You really might have to move departments after this.
The sound of an elevator ding instantly pulled you out of it, sitting straight on his lap to listen closely. Who came back to the office? It wasn’t as difficult as you thought to focus. Maybe it was because you were already thinking of something other than the sex at hand. Regardless, you pressed a hand over Ray’s mouth, squinted eyes trying to send him a message: be quiet.
Hot breath moistened your hand, but he complied, and you could see a worried look on him. Scared at the possibility of getting caught. It was hard not to feel defensive about it, knowing how horrible both of you were doing this.
Elevator doors opened, and a single pair of footsteps echoed down the hall in their direction. There was a momentary pause, glass doors opening, then half muted steps on carpet. Both of you sat silent, listening to the person walk somewhere to the left of the office, opening the door into a room and closing it behind them. It sparked something familiar in your mind, visualizing the layout of the office.
Your eyes met Ray’s in realization. Their boss had gone into her office.
There was a pained unease sitting awkwardly in your chest, glancing around the conference room you were in. The both of you were situated on the carpet of the far end of the table. Safe, if Hattley wasn’t thinking about spontaneously making rounds around the place. It was laughable how alert you were, like you had more to lose — the need to protect Ray from the both of you. You had to admit it was a little pathetic.
The thick intrusion making your walls twitch in hunger wasn’t helping. It was inescapable, the urge to finish what you both started. You rocked slowly against him, teeth clenched behind pursed lips to stop any noises from escaping. A firm hand on your thigh had you glance down at Ray’s half confused, half anxious face. Your free hand lifted a finger to your lips, the hand covering his mouth moving down to his chest. He caught your wrist in a panic, mouth open while your thumb circled his nipple. His grip tightened, small noises rumbling quietly from his throat.
Shut up. Your hand squeezed at the sensitive skin. He grunted, eyebrows furrowed.
Frustrated, Ray travelled a hand down your stomach, his thumb reaching your clit and rubbing circles on wet flesh. You twitched, biting down on your lip to stop yourself from vocalising your pleasure. You could feel it, the simmering heat slowly building. Fingers that were toying with his chest now lightly tugged and pressed against his nipples, watching the helpless arousal ripple across his face.
You couldn’t help yourself, pressing your body against his to capture his lips, hot breath mingling with each swipe of your tongue. In the distance, Hattley closed the door of her office. The sound of the printer photocopying documents filled the quiet space. You couldn’t tell whether it was his heart racing or yours, you just knew that you had to hold out until she left.
Hands gripping your ass made you flinch, pulling away to see him bite his lip, staring up at you. Drawing his knees halfway up, he lifted his hips while pushing you down, almost like you weighed next to nothing. You could feel nerve endings light up inside you with each thrust. All you could do was press your face into his neck to muffle your panting. Bastard, fucking bastard. This was exactly what you got for not stopping when their boss stepped out of the elevator. The only consolation you got was tightly grabbing a fistful of thick, dark hair whilst steadily pulled you towards the euphemistic mountain top.
Footsteps walked towards the exit, then paused. Paused for a second too long that you tried to listen for anything else. After a moment, the glass doors opened and closed. It was a strain on your ears waiting for that elevator ding, clutching Ray’s hair hard enough to feel him tighten his grip in response.
As soon as you could hear the elevator doors close, the curses you hissed out only made him wrap his arms around your back and quicken his pace. Any attempt at kissing had both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. Your core tightened, you were right on the edge.
You grabbed broad shoulders for support. He grounded your hips down so that your clit rubbed against his pelvis, and the building tension inside of you released in one giant wave. Clutching onto his shoulders, the long moan stringing out from your mouth was forced out, shuddering in his arms. You could feel your walls convulse around him, waves of sharp pleasure lapping at you as he thrusted shallowly through your orgasm. All you could do was sag against him and let him take his fill.
It wasn’t long before he reached his peak. The way you clenched around him instinctively, sensitive from your orgasm, was enough for him to cum, groaning into your hair. And apparently too quickly, struggling to pull his cock from inside you while his orgasm still wrung him dry. But the damage was done, thin white fluid slowly dribbling out from you.
He cursed under his breath, releasing you from his grip. You caught his dazed, guilty expression as you climbed off of him and laid on your back. Thighs burned from previous effort of holding yourself up. Definitely needed a minute before you tried to get up.
“Sorry,” He spoke, through heavy breaths. “Thought I had time. I’ll get you Plan B tomorrow morning. Just… just keep this between us.”
“It’s fine,” You mumbled. “I’ll try not to be flattered.”
You looked over at him with a lazy smile. He regarded you with a soft look about him, slow blinks as he studied you. Sweat beads flat on his neck and chest. Why you felt strange seeing that softness on his face, you had no idea. But you were eager not to sit with finality.
You sat up with a wince. Life goes on.
Fingers buttoned your shirt back up. “Same time next week?”
Ray frowned.
“Kidding,” You added. You tried not to let his reaction hurt.