He’s trying to stay focused after you promise him a yummy meal and lots of uninterrupted sexy time. But only if he keeps his cool during this online council meeting.
That’s usually a failure on his part because Karen and others are getting on his last nerve. But he’s receiving extra encouragement tonight. You’re teasing him from under the desk. And it’s borderline distracting. He’s making a mental note to get you for that.
“Remember what I said,” you whisper, rounding the corner to prepare for the evening’s upcoming festivities.
As much as he doesn’t like being contested by anyone in this town, Ted doesn’t mind a challenge from you.
A/N: Well, this isn’t what I’ve been trying to write, but it is writing nonetheless! I felt called to watch my favorite YouTube edit the other day and this is what happened. Many thanks as always to @burntheedges for beta reading and always being so encouraging.
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“You know what it does to me, seeing you in these jeans, Agent Peña,” you say coming up behind him as he studies the board of suspects in the conference room.
“Wha–” He tries to turn around, surprised, but you grab him by the hips and hold him steady. “Hands on the wall, Agent.”
Javi slowly raises his arms and presses his hands into the board in front of him. The jeans in question are gray and faded. They hug his hips and ass like they’re painted on.
“You know what I think about when I see you in these jeans?” you ask, pressing your body up against his backside. You watch his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows and rasps, “no.”
“No? Hmm… I swear I’ve told you, but I’ll tell you again.” You run your hands down the sides of his hips over the soft denim, back up to his waist and continue up his sides. “I think about how your broad shoulders taper down to your tiny waist.” You extend your hands along his arms, running your fingers over the muscles of his shoulders, biceps, and forearms, then drag them back down. “It’s so slutty, Agent Peña, your waist.”
His breath hitches as your hands curve around his ass.
“And this ass, I think about it a lot. So sweet and flat as a pancake. Perfect.” You give him a squeeze before slipping your hands around to his thighs.
“But what I think about most, Agent Pena…” you rub your hands up and down his thighs as he takes shuddering breaths.
“Wha– t-tell me,” he gasps.
“I think about how impossible it is that your thick cock fits in these jeans.”
Javi groans as you move one hand to rub up and down his hardening length.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable? Having that thing in there? So big? So hard?”
Javi whimpers as you continue rubbing your hand up and down as his cock strains against his fly. With each pass of your hand, he tests the limits of his tight jeans.
“Yes,” he whispers, fingers flexing against the wall.
You hum into the back of his neck and bring your other hand to his belt buckle.
“I can’t have that, can I?”
“Please,” he begs, “fuck, please.”
You smile against his back as you work his belt open and drag the zipper of his fly down. His heavy breathing and the rasp of the zipper are the only sounds in the empty office.
His cock springs into your hand. Of course, he isn’t wearing anything underneath.
Javi shudders with relief, dropping his head between his arms.
His cock rests heavy and warm in your palm. You wrap your fingers around the base, savoring how much of your fingers it takes to wrap all the way around him. WIth a gentle squeeze you drag your hand up his impressive length, all the way to the ridge and over the head.
It’s absurd, a cock this big extending from hips this tiny.
You drag your hand back down, tugging his foreskin with you as you go and twisting slightly at the base before repeating the motion. Javi pants as you stroke him steadily up and down.
“Do you like that, Agent Peña?”
“Fuck, yes,” he throws his head back, revealing the arc of his neck to you. A faint sheen of sweat glistens across his skin.
On your next pass up his cock, you swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the bead of precum you find there. You swirl it over the head, before dragging your hand back down.
Your other hand slips under his shirt and slides up his tummy and chest until his heart thumps under your palm. You pull him against your chest while you relentlessly work his cock.
Javi’s pants and increasingly frantic “fucks” echo through the deserted space and you smile into the back of his neck breathing in the blend of cigarettes, leather, and man that is distinctly Javi.
You lick up his neck and take his earlobe between your teeth, scraping the tender skin as you murmur in his ear, “come for me.”
His fingers twitch and the muscles of his shoulders and arms flex with the strain of his arousal.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he spills into your fist and onto the linoleum floor.
You hold him tight to you, his heartbeat a frantic rap against your palm, as he sags in relief and his breath slows. You draw your hands back to his hips and press a kiss against the back of his neck.
“I expect you to clean that up, Agent Peña,” you say as you push away from him. “Then I’ll see you at home.” You wink as you turn and leave.
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