"Nikita?"
Nikita stopped in mid-stride at the sound of Michael's voice and turned on one high-heeled boot to cast him a glare, tapping a booted foot against the floor, legs spread, hands on hips, daring him to comment on her attire. Long legs encased in thigh high black leather boots, lime green miniskirt clinging to hips and coming down just far enough to cover her, a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up, half the buttons undone to show a hint of breast, the tails of it tied closed across her midsection, bright red lipstick and hair piled atop in her head in a bun. Playing slut girlfriend to Michael's drug dealer personna and she was getting heartily sick of it--her next mission would be to seek out a dozen tall blondes to recruit into Section and give her a little relief...
"Can I see you in here?" he asked, expression as bland and cool as always. Well, she was going to shake him up a little, break that cool control...smiling, letting her hips sway, she went into the office, knowing he was watching her as she walked. He closed the door behind her and she went to his desk, leaning back against it, crossing one leg over the other, elbows against the desk, the pose deliberately suggestive.
Michael stared at the door for a long moment then turned to her, a brief flicker in his eyes his only reaction, drawing in a deep breath, hands clasped in front of him. "I know you don't like playing these roles but it is necessary." he said quietly.
"You know, Michael, I think that...you...like me to play these roles. I think that you like me to dress this way." Straightening she stalked towards him, a hand going up to brush a lock of his hair off his forehead, fingers trailing down his cheek, moving closer to him, Michael taking an unconscious step back. "I think that maybe it gets you a little... excited. Hmm?"
"I don't enjoy--" he said stiffly but she hushed with a finger to his lips, her other hand resting on his chest.
"Do you ever think about me, Michael?" she breathed, her face inches from his. "Think about...us? Together? Doing whatever comes...natural?" She brushed her lips against his, tongue flicking out to taste his lips, fingers curling in his hair, pressing him up against the wall. "Stop teasing me, Michael, I know you want it as much as I do."
"Nikita--" She silenced him with her lips this time, palms against the wall, leaning in as she kissed him, feeling an initial resistance and then him yielding, returning her kiss, lips parting to allow her tongue passage. Taking his hand she guided it up her thigh and between her legs, rising up a little on her toes as his hand rubbed against her, fingers sliding under already damp panties to stroke her. Tugged open her blouse with his other hand, breaking the kiss, mouth sliding down her throat, nipping at the skin, she shivered as his tongue left a trail down her throat and past her breastbone, gasping as his mouth found her breast.
His fingers stroked her, delving briefly inside her, while his mouth worked at her breast, suckling, teeth closing briefly on her nipple, not quite hard enough to be painful. Two fingers slid into her entrance, thumb rubbing her mound, and she felt her legs go suddenly wobbly, Michael wrapping an arm around her waist to support her. A kiss to her other breast and then he raised his head, eyes dark with passion, saying huskily, "Desk--"
Nodding Nikita moved back with him, reaching behind her to push the lamp aside, clearing the desk off, making a sound of disappointment as his hand ceased its attentions, her own hands busily working at his trousers. He laid her out on the desk, pulling her skirt up and her panties down, helping her to unzip his pants, groaning as her hand closed on him and squeezed, breathing hard as he pushed her farther up on the desk, moving between spread legs. Shoved down his pants and briefs and slid an arm under her back, holding her as he lunged, driving into her.
She gasped as he went into her, arching against him, filling her completely, bigger than Gray had been, and he stood still for a moment, letting her get used to him. Looked up at him, seeing a smile, genuine smile, curving his lips, a devilish glint in his eyes, drawing back, sliding almost all the way out of her, she drove her hips at him to capture him again, half rising from the desk with a growl, dragging him back. He accomodated her with a thrust of his hips, moving slowly in her, too slow for her tastes, pushing back at him, the tempo increasing.
"Harder..." she moaned and gasped as he did as she asked, arms around her, holding her tightly against him, stabbing into her. His mouth was against her throat as he moved in her, hard quick thrusts, pushing her across the desk with each thrust, and she brought her legs up to wrap around his buttocks, head falling back and a groan escaping her as she drew him in farther. He gasped his appreciation, movements nearly frantic now, slamming into her, she pushing back at him with equal fervor.
And then she came in a starburst of sensation, crying out, climaxing again as he surged up against her and exploded. Slumping against each other, they both tried to control their rapid breathing. Slowly, arms trembling, he raised himself off her and leaned in to give her a kiss, Nikita wrapping her arms around his neck, sighing. "I always knew you had in it in you."
"And I...you."
Now that it was done, she was aware of how uncomfortable the desk was for doing this and gave him a small push. "I can think of somewhere more comfortable to continue this..." He slid oh so slowly out of her, one hand taking hers to draw her up, the other sliding between her legs and up inside her, Nikita squirming a little on the edge of the desk. "Behave your...ohh..." A second finger joined the first, stroking in and out, teeth closing on her earlobe.
"Floor?" he whispered in her ear.
"Floor." she agreed breathlessly and let him draw her down.
End
Story by Ghost
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