Office Calls - Eisuke Ichinomiya
“Fuck me.” “Excuse me?”
The conversation was meant to be short, sweet and straight to god damn point; you didn’t want it to drag on – let alone have it extend and become more than a few simple words. You paced across the oversized office; black leather heels tapping eagerly against the dark stained hardwood floor to pull shut the curtains on the windows behind where he sat; eager for a little privacy although you wouldn’t at all mind putting on a show and turned quickly, spinning nimbly on your toes before your hands swiped his desk top clear and free of anything which could possibly turn into a hindrance.
“I said”, you whispered quietly, biting your tongue to slow down your words, bringing your lips to skim hot against the thin, sensitive skin below Eisuke’s ear, “Fuck me.” The words trickled out from the back of your throat with the slightest giggle. “It’s not a question”, you explained climbing on all fours over the desk, “Or a suggestion – it’s something that’s going to happen. You – me – on your desk... right-fucking-now.”
“I have a business meeting in twenty minutes”, he exhaled with a coy grin; standing up tall and popping open the buttons on his shirt which you aided to quicken the pace. Scraping your freshly manicured claws down his chest, you swore you heard Eisuke growl; his actions polar to the words he’d just forcibly said.
“We’ll be quick”, you stated with a tease; tongue playfully poking out between your teeth, “It’s just that I’m really – really in the mood”, you echoed on with a whimper, fingers agilely sliding across his waist and belt to undo it, “and if I’m allowed to be honest – with this whole friends with benefits thing, instead of getting what I want from a total stranger I find on the streets I’d much rather get some from you.”
A strong grip at your neck, just below your jaw had you under control; he guided you back; Eisuke’s free hand slipping beneath your tight pencil skirt, snaking up the inside of your thigh; thumb toying through your wet panties at your clit which was so sensitive, it almost hurt.
“I don’t want you to tease me just please me”, you smirked; reaching out to open the top desk draw. He had bet you to it though – a small, metal wrapper falling from his teeth once ripped open right to the floor.
“Mr Ichinomiya – your three o’clock is here a little early|, you both heard with a knock from the other side of the door.
“I’ll be fifteen minutes”, he yelled back at the clueless secretary he had; and those were the last words you heard from him apart from quickened breaths and groans; your own moans and nothing more.
