The Secret Diary of Silvia Castro - Topic: Working Late
Title: The Secret Diary of Silvia Castro
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: What if Silvia kept a diary...of ALL her sexual exploits with Pepa?
A/N: I haven’t slept in 48 hours. Don’t ask why, y’all already know. *mutters darkly* I haven’t eaten a cookie since Tuesday. Combine that with my workload…let’s just say I’m VERY cranky. But I desperately needed a break so I decided to finish this and post it. Like it or hate it. *shrugs* Again, can’t write in first person. It jumps from past to present tense. Deal with it.
THE SECRET DIARY OF SILVIA CASTRO - Topic: Working Late
Dear Diary,
Pepa was working late last night, not surprising since she had let her paperwork pile up. I swear she does it on purpose to rile up my father. But then again, paperwork has never been my girl’s strong suit. You want Pepa to storm in guns blazing, looking for a fight? She’d be there before you could finish the sentence! But tell Pepa that she has paperwork to fill out and she’ll drag her feet, imitating the speed of a snail. Dios, that woman can be infuriating sometimes. I can almost see Papa’s ire with her. Almost.
Anyway, Pepa was holed up the precinct, trying to put a dent in her paperwork, that according to my father was a month late. A month! My head hurts at the thought. I decided to keep her company, because a) I know she’d probably forget to eat (which she did, until I waltzed in bearing food) and b) I was lonely. It’s pathetic really. I can’t even spend one night alone in my own house. Sometimes it scares me how much I need Pepa, but I guess being in love does that to you.
It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to linger around whilst Pepa tried to get her paperwork done. I mean it’s not like we’re cats in heat but the temptation of screwing each other senseless in the empty precinct proved too much to resist. So there I was, sitting on Pepa’s lap, tonguing her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Pepa had her hands under my shirt, raking fingernails down my back, moaning into my mouth and thrusting her hips into me. I could practically feel the heat from her sex and I wanted nothing more than to taste her.
She growled in frustration as I pulled my lips away with a smack and attempted to grab the back of my neck. I batted her hands away, smirking and lifted myself off her. She glared at me, eyes lidded with desire and lust. I got down to my knees in front of her and fumbled with the belt buckle, yanking it out of its clasp hurriedly. Pepa laughs at my rushed administrations and I smirk up at her, demanding she lift up her ass. A shiver of satisfaction runs through me like current as Pepa complies, getting turned on by me leading. I yank her jeans down, along with her thong, to let them pool around her ankles. She’s naked from the waist down and I can smell her.
I grip at the chair and use it to pull her towards me, the movement almost shoving me under the desk. But I don’t care. I push Pepa’s legs apart and bring my head down to her crotch. I waste no time in snaking my tongue out, licking at Pepa’s sex. I hear her moan above me and it only spurs my actions. I grip her thighs and turn my head slightly to the left to nibble at her folds, licking and sucking moisture off it. She almost boxes my ears when her thighs squeeze either side of my head and I grip harder to control the action of her quivering thighs. I turn my head the other way, nipping at her other fold, purposely avoiding any contact with her clit. I see it throb out of the corner of my eye, just begging for me to suck it into my mouth. But I don’t. Not yet.
I run my tongue down the length of slit and back up, teasing Pepa’s entrance. I use the tip of my tongue to draw teasing circles, feeling Pepa’s hands reach down to grab a fistful of my hair, pushing my face further into her. She begins to buck against my tongue and mouth and I just know she wants me inside her. Just to tease her some more, I move away from her opening and up to her clit to lavish attention on the erect bundle of nerves. I flick it with my tongue; it throbs in response. I close my teeth around it and pull gently before sucking on it, relishing the sweet taste of Pepa’s arousal coating it. I bring two fingers up, stiffening them to press inside Pepa when she suddenly yanks my head away.
The movement already has me going ‘WTF?!” in my head and I’m about to voice my complaint out loud when Pepa calls out Montoya’s name. I almost collapse onto my ass in irritation. It’s 11 fuckin o’clock! At night! What the hell is he doing here?! I feel Pepa scoot her chair further into the desk, forcing me to burrow further under it. I sit there, under Pepa’s desk as I hear Montoya approach. I hear Pepa greet him; her voice is strained. I smirk, knowing that she’s hating his interruption as much as me. I don’t follow their conversation, I really can’t anyway. The fact that Pepa is still half naked, and that nakedness is practically right in front of my face is too much. I can smell her and it’s making me hot for her. I want to taste her. So I do. Her entire body tenses when my tongue flicks out to lick at her folds and she blindly reaches a hand down to press against my forehead, attempting to push me away.
I snicker internally and shake her hand off, knowing that Pepa can’t really do anything without rousing Montoya’s suspicions. I resume my position between Pepa’s legs and press teasing kisses up her inner thigh to her crotch. I feel a tremor race through my girl and I know she’s struggling to keep a straight face with Montoya. This only emboldens me and I dive in, lips and tongue latching onto Pepa’s sex. She jumps and squeaks and I can hear Montoya’s concern floating down to my ears. Pepa hoarsely brushes him off, saying that she knocked her knee against the table. I roll my eyes at the horrible lie but continue my administrations, which I know she’s going to make me pay for later.
But I’m having too much fun now. I zoom in on her clit, sucking it hard into my mouth and I feel Pepa’s thighs clench my head again, in desire or frustration, I can’t tell. I bring my hand up and tease her opening with one lone finger before sliding it in, feeling her vaginal walls greedily clench around it. I hear Pepa involuntarily moan above me and I snicker wondering how’s she’s going to explain that one. Montoya once again voices his concern, asking if she was ok, that she looked flushed. I hear Pepa mumble that she’s fine, that it’s late and that she’s just tired and frustrated. I hear her emphasize the last word and I know she aimed that quip at me.
I continue to slide that one finger in and out, making Pepa’s thighs shake, though she’s doing a wonderful job at not thrusting her hips into my face. I can almost hear her sigh of relief as Montoya bids her goodnight and walks away, her own good night to him also spat out in contempt. I giggle into her crotch and still all my movements until I no longer hear Montoya’s shoes against the floor. My fun doesn’t last long; Pepa grips at my hair and growls that if I don’t finish her off there will be hell to pay. I oblige her, knowing that my teasing has driven her half crazy with lust. I narrow my eyes and slide my finger completely out before pressing three fingers into her roughly; thrusting them in and out in time to Pepa’s bucking. I continue to lick and suck on Pepa’s clit, sometimes pressing down on it with the flat of my tongue. I pull my fingers almost all the way out before sliding them back in, feeling Pepa’s arousal gush onto my fingers, seeping out of her entrance.
Pepa’s thighs are clenching around my head painfully but I know it’s a sign that she’s about to come. I curl my fingers that are buried deep inside her and continue to lick her at the same time. She comes. Hard. Onto my fingers and onto my tongue. It’s heaven for me, feeling her arousal wash into my mouth. I continue thrusting my fingers into her, lapping up all her wetness, trying to keep up with her now frantic bucking. Her entire body trembled before me and when she finally drops back against her chair, spent, I gently pull out and press a kiss to her crotch before emerging from under the desk.
I see her half slumped on her chair, face flushed from her climax. I smile in satisfaction and lick at my fingers, cleaning them. She half smiles at me and reaches out a hand to pull me back onto her lap. We cuddle for a while before she says that she should really finish her work. I get off her and watch as she pulls up her jeans and underwear. I tell her, that I’ll leave her to it. I have to go home because I’m on the morning shift. She nods and pulls me down for a kiss, whispering against my lips that payback is a bitch before capturing my lips in a heated kiss. I pull back after a while, dizzy with a fire burning between my legs. Pepa simply smirks at me.
But I was less lonely when I got home last night. In fact, I slept like a log! Who knew pulling all nighters could be so fun?
~ S