The Secretary - John Price
The Captains a lil perv for his secretary.
Note: This is my first fic in literally 4 years so I’m real rusty. This was inspired by another post, if I find it I will link. I'm more of a Ghost girl but for some reason this scenario keeps screaming Price to me.
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Heels clicking, perfume wafting, and pure femininity shining around her. It intimidated the fuck out of Price. The second she set down across from him for the interview, his mouth went dry. A sweet, soft bunny like you didn't belong here. No, no, this was bad. How the hell was he going to tell her no? The innocent smile spreading across her lips, excited for the job opportunity, was like ammunition to Price's lonely heart. He stared at her lips too long. Fuck, when was the last time he got off—
"Captain Price?" you say too kindly, pulling him out of his awkward stare.
He comes back to Earth and coughs, "Right, tell me about your past job experience and why you think you would be a good fit for the job." He falls into his professionalism quickly and tries to listen. Something about being an assistant for someone, being proficient in all productivity suites, and blah blah blah.
When the idea of hiring a secretary came up, Price was against it. The suggestion that he couldn't keep up with his team's paperwork between missions felt like an insult. He figured he'd just hire a kind older woman to appease the higher-ups and call it a day. But the idea of you being his secretary was a whole different story. If he went through with hiring you, it would certainly dig his grave. Your young, carefree nature tugging at his jaded mind. She shouldn't be around men like us, scarred and rough.
His mind didn't win the fight; his cock did. You were hired.
On your first day, you couldn't help but be nervous. Eager to please, you pick up coffee for everyone on the team. Arriving at the office before everyone else, you delicately place down each cup at their desks. Then you reach Price's office. He's already here? You knock softly on the door to no answer. Your brows furrow, and you turn the knob, peering your head in. Price's large form splayed over the small loveseat, fast asleep, and legs dangling off the armrest.
Your features soften at the realization. Sinking down into a squat, she softly prods at his bicep. "Captain," she tries gently, and his eyes snap open. "Jesus! Fuck, bon' you scared me." He says, breathless. Your cheeks heat at his reaction, but you blurt out, “I got you some coffee,” and lift the cup between them. He eyes the cup in your hand and then takes it from you. He sits up and starts towards his desk, which looks like a bomb went off.
“Organized mess,” he nods at it and grins at you. The sight of it immediately drove her up a wall. The urge to fix it was overwhelming.
The weeks wore on easily for you, color-coding files and coffee runs. Falling in place with cheeky banter amongst the team. Captain Price worked hard, sometimes sleeping in the office. But he wasn’t very demanding on you, though very disorganized. You made your way through your list of ‘improvements’ to his filing system. Physical and digital. It was a mountain of work in itself.
She couldn’t admit to herself that she was smitten with him. The dirty thoughts she took home with her needed to stay a secret. But when he accidentally grazed his fingertips against hers here and there. It sent a strike of heat straight between her thighs. Laying in bed at night, daydreaming about those big, rough fingers stretching her weeping pussy out. She was fucked.
Price was struggling all the same, cursing himself for hiring the minx. She’d strut in with her barely office-appropriate attire, and that’s all it would take for his dick to strain against the zipper of his pants. The swell and curve of her breasts and hips daring him to make a move and pounce. She knew exactly what she was doing. He just had to prove it.
Soon enough, a mission came around, and she could finally tackle that god-forsaken, messy desk. Wielding a coffee and a garbage bag, she went to work. Finally scratching the itch that had been bothering her for weeks. In her time with the Captain, she noted his non negotiable’s. His favorite cigars and root beer candies placed delicately in the right-hand drawer. A coffee maker slyly bought on the military’s dime tucked against the window for his convenience. She sat back and took a breath.
Price’s mind always returned to his little secretary while he was away. He wondered if she missed him. He was counting down the days until he heard her heels clicking, the sweet smell of her perfume scrambling his brain again.
When he finally returned, he’s greeted with her hovering in front of his office door. “It’s nice ta’ see ya’ again, bird,” he says coolly. Trying to hide the nerves stirring in his stomach. You play with your fingers and look up at him. “So, I did a little somethin’ while you were gone. You gotta promise not to be mad.” His brows furrow. “What’d ya’ do, love?” He curses himself. Not with the fucking nickname slipping out. It sends heat across her cheeks, noted.
“Well,” you open the door and reveal the tidied office. Probably cleaner than he found it. You step behind the desk and point to each drawer, “Old files, current files, reference files. And this,” you pull open the right-hand drawer, “is your essential drawer. All your stationery needs and happiness needs.” You tease at the end.
His whole world stops for a second. She did all this for him? His eyes stay locked on her. His pretty little secretary remembered his root beer candies. Is he that far removed from affection that this gesture makes his cock jump? “Tryin’ to win some brownie points, love?” He teases and steps forward. Your breath hitches and you press your behind against the edge of the desk. “Um, well, your desk, it was really hard to find the files and—”
A shit-eating grin spreads over Price’s face. He’s caught her. And judging by the blush crawling up her neck, she feels it too. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, halting you from saying anything more incriminating. He takes another step forward, barely an inch away from touching.
He raises his hand and allows himself to graze the apple of your cheek with his knuckle. You blink a few times, wondering if this is even real. His lips feather over the curve of your ear, “You tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he whispers, and shivers sprinkle down her spine. You let out a breath.
He places kisses down your neck slowly, and you crane your head back easily. He hums against your neck in approval. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He nips at your neck. “Yeah,” you breathe out in a whine. The sound nearly sent him into overdrive, hooking his hands under your thighs and setting you up on the desk. You finally allow yourself to grab onto his neck, no turning back now.
He grins devilishly and dips down to attack your lips, a grunt humming against your teeth. This was pent-up behavior, animalistic, and it thrilled you. His tongue forced its way in, claiming and taking only was his objective. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, and you greedily grind up into his hardness. A soft moan slips through your lips at the action.
His brain snaps and he tugs up your skirt to your waist, sinking his fingers into your panties.
“Fuckin’ mess for me,” he seethes, circling his finger around your clit, earning a yelp. “Gotta be quiet, love. Don’t wanna get caught, yeah?” You nod and watch as he strips you down. The cold air sending your nipples to attention. His hands take them in a rough grip, shoving them together, sucking down on the sensitive nerves.
“So good,” you whine and widen your legs. He smiles and releases his lips, sinking down to his knees to be eye to eye with your soaking pussy.
It was quite the sight, you bare for him on top of his desk. Needy and writhing. Better than any fantasy he dreamed up.
He teases his tongue slowly against your opening, making you squirm. A smirk threatens to form on his face, but instead he dives in. Losing himself in the sweet taste of your slick.
“John,” slips through your lips. The first time using his first name instead of Captain. It makes him double down on his efforts, slipping his fingers into your walls and pumping.
The added stimulation starts your climb to your orgasm. Fighting back the urge to grind into his bearded face.
“Com’ on, love, I know you’re close,” he encourages, and you let go. Crying out and grinding down into his face, riding out your orgasm.
He pulls back with a grin, standing back up to lay another rough kiss onto your lips. Steadying himself with his hand gripping the base of your throat. Your back straightens, latching onto him greedily. He pulls off his shirt and shoves his pants down hastily. His throbbing cock bounces out at attention. It makes you salivate.
He grabs it by the root and rubs the tip against your clit, his eyes meeting yours for permission. Your hips buck impatiently with the nod of your head.
He chuckles, “Impatient, I see,” and sinks the tip into you, slowly adding inch by inch until you’re stuffed full. Both of you let out a relieved moan.
“My pretty fuckin’ girl,” he grits through his teeth. Your tight walls strangle his cock, threatening him to cum right then and there. He starts to move, rolling his hips up perfectly to make you weep.
He leans your back down against the cold desk. Hooking your leg over his shoulder. Pounding deeper and deeper. You cry out, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth.
“Ye don’t want the boys to hear,” he smiles while you moan dumbly around his finger. Cock drunk. He moves his other hand to rub harsh circles around your clit. Bordering on overstimulation.
“Such a good girl f’ me, love,” he’s nearing his high, and he knows you’re close too. Taking his pace to a new level, reveling in the way your breasts bounce up and down. Proud of how well you’re taking him.
Your second orgasm hits you like a train, and you bite down harshly on his fingers. The taste of iron hits your tongue. He grunts at the action but allows himself to cum finally. His cock pulses his load into your hot heat.
He presses his forehead against yours and pants heavily, “Your fuckin mine now, pet. Nobody else’s.” You nod back eagerly. You’re exactly where you want to be.
