A Blazing Hot Take Two Piece
Author: Bitz
Title: Over the Desk (Chapter 4 of Take Two)
Rating: Mature (explict sexual theme)
Green Tea #8. prime time
Honeydew #21. seduction
Topping/Extra: Malt- Spicy BBQ Challenge
Story: Take Two and Call Me in the Morning
Summary: Aija's sudden meeting with her boss goes a completely different direction than what she planned.
Characters: Aija, Hikaru
Word Count: 3068
A/N:
Hikaru sighed as he looked through mounds of paperwork from a patient who had an extensive disease. I need a break… He mulled in his mind as he turned around. The Seattle skyline in the evening was a mixture of serenity and bedazzlement. He leaned back for a moment staring at a ferryboat floating along in the water and his mind suddenly began to wander back to a certain young woman who kept butting into his thoughts. Certain moments flashed in his mind like how soft Aija’s body was on his own. He remembered it taking everything in his power not to grab on to her hips and kiss her senseless. Her innocent eyes didn’t help matters much either. Yes, that was a memory he didn’t mind reliving.
But the one he enjoyed the most was when she had put him in his place the other day. He admitted to himself that he had indeed crossed a line with her. He had misjudged her terribly; he didn’t really even know her enough to say things like that about her. Why did I do that? He asked himself.
Maybe because I wanted to know what her berserk button was?
Maybe that was it. To see if he could make her angry. It was to be amusing to him, but the end result had him turned on hotter than a kotatsu table. He could feel his boner underneath his pants and rubbed it a bit to relieve the tension. But thinking about it wasn’t really helping him right now.
He had so much work to do and looking at his watch told him he still had a long way to go. Abruptly, an idea came to him and he picked up his cell phone. “Let’s see what you’re up to…” He said quietly, waiting for an answer.
********
Aija sat at the bar, drinking her second cosmopolitan as she let out a purifying sigh. It was finally Friday and she was happy; Friday meant that she could go home and chill out for the whole weekend. No mean bosses, no over piling of files and papers, no crying children in the waiting room. Just peace and quiet. That in itself was worth all the chaos she had the deal with during the week. Aija finished the sweet alcoholic drink and after paying, headed out of the bar. But before she could head home, her phone rang.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Good evening, Miss Edwards.” A smooth honey like voice with a Japanese flair flowed into her ears.
She frowned as she realized who she was talking to. “Dr. Mizuno? How did you get my number?” she asked, genuinely wanting to know.
She heard him chuckle and then he answered with a question of his own, “You don’t expect to be an employee here and not have us know your number, do you?” Aija felt foolish and as she smiled away her embarrassment she commented, “Oh, that’s right. Is there something you need? It is past work time, you know.”
“I know. I’m at the office still.”
Aija frowned in puzzlement. “You are?” She looked at her watch which read 8:30p.m. “What do you need from me, Doctor?”
“I have a plethora of papers that I need to look over, sign and put away. Would you mind coming and helping me out?”
Instantly the vision of lying around that night in bed vanished with a slam of Aija’s mental brakes. “Well…” She drawled, trying to let Hikaru down easy but he continued talking, “I don’t mind paying you overtime so you see, Miss Edwards its win-win for both of us.” Aija thought about it-she did need some extra money. “All right. I’ll be there shortly.” She said.
“Excellent. See you soon.” The abrupt silence of him hanging up made Aija stare at the phone in incredulity before she looked up at the evening sky saying, “Lord have mercy…please let this be worth it.” Then she got in her car and headed back towards the office.
*******
“Sign here.” A graceful signature was placed where Aija pointed.
“Also here and here.”
“Done and done. Finally!” Hikaru muttered as he signed rapidly. Aija looked over the paper he signed before putting it in a chart. She looked at her watch which now read 10:45p.m. The two then let out a sigh at the same time and looked at each other from the oddity of it. “Why did you have so much work to do, Dr. Mizuno? Don’t you know what the weekend is? You ARE a doctor, you know.”
“These aren’t just my patients, Miss Edwards. My father gave some of his to me and besides as manager, I have to sign them just as much as he does.” Hikaru commented, squeezing the bridge of his nose as felt the strain of his faces muscles tensing up. Aija bit the corner of her lip, feeling for the young doctor who never seemed like he was happy. The expression his face was familiar so she got up and said, “Not to seem forward, but I give a great massage. Would you like one?”
Hikaru eyed the receptionist, who looked like she genuinely wanted to help him and then motioned with his fingers stiff like for her to come over. Aija walked up behind the office chair that her boss sat in and after hesitating a bit, lowered her hands on to his shoulders, immediately feeling the hardened knots under her fingers. Concern filled her and she began to squeeze the muscles. Hikaru meanwhile, tried to resist he urge to groan at how great the release of his uptight muscles was feeling. He failed, miserably and at the deep long sound, Aija stopped.
“Are you all right, Doctor? I can stop if you are hurting too much.”
“No, it’s just right, Miss Edwards. Continue.” He said with his eyes closed. She complied and as she spent the next few minutes massaging Hikaru’s shoulders, everything was quiet except for the soft moans and groans of relief from Hikaru. “How do you know how to do this?” He asked, feeling his whole body relax from the movements of Aija’s skilled fingers. Aija smiled saying, “My daddy is a police chief back where I lived. He always came home stressed so I was his masseuse more often than not.”
“You do know what you are doing…I’ll give you that.” Hikaru chuckled out and the two both laughed a bit as Aija giggled, “Thank you.” Her laughter stopped abruptly as Hikaru’s hand suddenly clutched her wrist and stroked it. Hikaru noticed her resistance and slowly looked up at her. Aija stared back down at him feeling the room heating up, her head slowly spinning and wondering why she was feeling the way she was. Perhaps it was the two cosmos earlier. Whatever it was all she knew was this was on dangerous grounds.
“Ahem…um…I…” She started, gently pulling her hand back. Hikaru held on to it a bit before squeezing it and letting go. Aija smiled weakly and started to walk back to the other side of the table. “I think I should go.” She said quietly. She was already trembling from the lingering tingle of Hikaru’s hand. She looked to Hikaru for permission to leave and when his expressionless face met her, she continued to pick up her purse and headed towards the office door.
“Miss Edwards.”
Aija stopped still as Hikaru’s deep commanding voice called out. She turned and was surprised to see him lowering the blinds and closing them. “Yes?” Hikaru turned around after his task asked simply, “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
Aija shook her head quickly. “No.”
“Good.” Hikaru remarked, and then as he came back to his desk, started undoing his tie. Aija was stunned by that movement but intrigued at the same time. He then gave her a look that was no nonsense.
“This is how this is going to work. I’m going to fuck you…hard. Afterwards, we go to our homes and then come back here on Monday for another week of work. Got me?”
Aija’s mind was instantly plagued with images of Hikaru plunging in and out of her body and her answer was instant. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Hikaru’s voice was deep and unexpectedly dominant.
“Yes, Doctor.” Aija’s was quite the opposite; breathless and slightly submissive.
Hikaru, getting the response he wanted, put his patient’s chart away in a drawer, cleaned off a part of his desk before patting the top of it and ordering, “Get up here.” As if his voice controlled her nervous system, Aija gracefully came behind the desk before pulling her body up on top of the desk. She began to cross her legs, but Hikaru grabbed them; his hands warm on her stocking covered knees. “No, keep them open. We won’t need them closed for what I’m going to do to you, Miss Edwards.”
Aija swallowed hard, knowing that Hikaru meant business by those words alone. “Yes, Dr. Mizuno.
“In fact…” Hikaru started as he rose up from his chair slowly, his hands trailing up under Aija’s dress along her skin. Once underneath it, he caressed the curve of her ass leisurely, grabbing on to a bit of the soft lace covered flesh. Aija bit her lip as the desire inside her threatened to spill over with each caress and tug of his hand. “Let’s change things up a bit.” He pulled his hand out of her dress then sat back down in his chair, leaning back as he looked Aija straight in her eyes. “Take your dress off, Aija. I want to see what I’m touching.”
Once Aija’s heels touched the floor, her hands reached back to pull the zipper down on the back of her form fitting dress, the sound of the zipping being almost too harsh in the silent room. Aija’s eyes locked on to Hikaru’s as she grabbed the shoulders of the dress to pull it off. He stared back, his gaze only faltering to watch the fabric fall elegantly to the ground. His eyes trailed up her body now. Aija’s legs; covered in the black stockings, were slender around the calves but then they started to form curves upwards toward her hips which were surrounded by a silk black garter belt. Underneath the garter belt, Aija wore lace panties which Hikaru already knew because he definitely had felt the material earlier.
But to see it now…
Hikaru knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost control and took her on the desk so he rose and advanced towards the beautiful receptionist. His eyes were feral and intense and he smirked eyeing the silk black bra she was wearing. The dim glow of his desk light, gave the material a almost ethereal appearance. But he knew it had to go.
“Very nice, Miss Edwards. You sure are full of surprises.” He said, quietly as he came to a stop in front of her. His hand trailed along the string of pearls she wore and then trailed between the space of her breasts. Aija sucked in a breath and then managed out, “A lady has to look her best is what I always believe.”
Hikaru smirked and whispered, “That’s a very good belief. You’ve been hiding this under your work clothes everyday, I presume?”
“Yes. Always, Doctor.” Aija answered, just as breathlessly as before. Hikaru kept his smirk as he reached around and with adept fingers unhooked the apparatus of silk from her body revealing soft mounds of flesh ended by hardened nipples. Hikaru eyed each nipple before reaching over to pull slightly the right one. Aija let out a whimper and her eyes closed slowly. His other hand tugged on the left nipple and then back and forth.
Aija could hear her gasps of pleasure loud in her ears and she bit her bottom lip as she stared into Hikaru’s eyes of intent. Hikaru grinned in satisfaction as his fingers kept up their torture. Aija’s body was on fire. She thought that his hands were agonizingly blissful enough but when his mouth covered on of her hardened nipples, she let out a cry of passion that she didn’t even know that she was holding in.
“Wow…you are so sensitive, Miss Edwards. I’ve barely even started.” Hikaru chuckled out.
Aija thought that she smiled, but it was hard to tell through the mist of desire swirling in her mind. “Really? I can’t help it, I guess.” She whispered out. Her eyes then realized that she was half naked and that the only thing undone on Hikaru was his tie. “May I?” She asked, reaching up to a button on his white work shirt.
“You may. But, hurry up…I want you bad enough as it is.”
Aija took no time in unbuttoning Hikaru’s shirt and harshly taking it off of his shapely shoulders.
…Magnificence.
While Dr. Dunn was undoubtedly a god in his own right, Hikaru was a hidden god that Aija didn’t even know existed. His chest was a variety of valleys, mountains and crevasses that she couldn’t wait to get her hands on. Hikaru watched how Aija stared at his torso before lowering his lips to her collarbone. His hands clenched around her wrists, keeping her steady as his lips made hot kisses up her neck. Aija nearly moaned in impatience. Oh, how she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and cling to his body, but he was in control-in sweet sweet control that she surprisingly accepted.
His lips came up her neck slowly…so slow that Aija thought she was going to tear in half from the torture. “Oh…” She breathed out. He finally came up to her jaw line and kissed around that before looking at her full lips. Hikaru just stared at the erotic vision that was Aija. Her head was back slight, baring her neck to him and her eyes were dark and half lidded. Just seeing her like this was so foreign to him and he knew that all needed to do was to fuck her and fast. Possibly hard. Her lips were pursed like she was waiting for a kiss, but he smirked and walked over to the desk.
Disappointment was slight for Aija as she wanted to feel his lips on hers just once, but when she saw him grabbing a condom out of his briefcase, all thought had exploded. “Come here, Aija and take your panties off.” Hikaru ordered as he unfastened his pants and readied his cock for her. Aija walked over to him and slowly began to remove the lacy garment from her body.
“Quicker than that or I’ll rip them off.” She heard him growl behind her.
The thought of her expensive lace undergarments being ripped, spurred her along and she quickly removed her panties. Hikaru laughed lightly behind her, amused that her panties meant so much. “Come on over here.” He took Aija’s hand then brought her over to the desk, bending her over the top. “Spread your legs.” Aija once again obliged and let out a sharp gasp feeling Hikaru’s fingers tickling over her clit and labia boldly. Hikaru licked his lips, feeling how incredibly wet Aija already was.
“Kami, Aija…you’re already so fucking ready. You really want this, huh?” Aija nodded in front of him, naked except for her garter belt and stockings. Hikaru came behind her, stroking his cock slowly. “You want this, huh? Then I’ll give it to you…hard.” He situated himself at the opening of her pussy and sunk in, closing his eyes in pleasure.
The sweet friction of the invasion was almost too much for Aija to bear and she gripped onto the desk for control. “Oh, my Lord…” She moaned out. Hikaru almost moaned in agreement, but instead held on to Aija’s shoulders as he started pumping hard inside of her; a powerful rhythm of thrusts that propelled her body forward on the desk. Aija cried out loudly, not caring who heard or even if there was anybody else in the building with them. All she cared about was focusing on how great Hikaru’s cock felt inside of her, pushing, pulling, catching against the walls of her sex.
“Fuck…” Hikaru gasped out, amazed at how exceptionally good she felt to him. She was warm, wet, and tight- everything he could ever have wanted. Aija’s fast movements of her hips didn’t help matters either. It was like she was fighting for control of pleasure and that was something that didn’t rub right with Hikaru at that moment.
He took over the lead again by grabbing a hold of Aija’s long straight hair and as if somebody had flipped a switch within him, began propelling his hips faster than ever; the sounding of their flesh hitting together echoing in the office. His grip on her hair, pulled back Aija’s head slight and she moaned over and over as each fierce thrust, threatened to destroy her from the inside out.
“Mmm…” She moaned out loudly and Hikaru growled deep behind her, not stopping his fervent movements. His other hand reached down between Aija’s legs, his fingers caressing her hottest spot hidden behind the hood of her clit. Aija hissed and grabbed at his hand, as she attempted to pull his hand back for fear that the explosion of sensation would be too much for the young woman to take. Seeing what she was doing, Hikaru pulled her head back more in slight punishment.
“Don’t do it. Take it…Take everything I give you, Aija.”
“Yes, Doctor.” Aija whispered out, releasing his hand.
More and more thrusts, hips rotating, grinding, and fingers caressing. Aija felt her body weakening, crumbling. Her knees wobbling and still he didn’t stop. “Please…Please…” She begged out. He wouldn’t give her the mercy, gripping on to her hip as he panted out his exhaustion. She was dissolving still and then…
Everything she knew detonated in a flash.
Title: Over the Desk (Chapter 4 of Take Two)
Rating: Mature (explict sexual theme)
Green Tea #8. prime time
Honeydew #21. seduction
Topping/Extra: Malt- Spicy BBQ Challenge
Story: Take Two and Call Me in the Morning
Summary: Aija's sudden meeting with her boss goes a completely different direction than what she planned.
Characters: Aija, Hikaru
Word Count: 3068
A/N:
Hikaru sighed as he looked through mounds of paperwork from a patient who had an extensive disease. I need a break… He mulled in his mind as he turned around. The Seattle skyline in the evening was a mixture of serenity and bedazzlement. He leaned back for a moment staring at a ferryboat floating along in the water and his mind suddenly began to wander back to a certain young woman who kept butting into his thoughts. Certain moments flashed in his mind like how soft Aija’s body was on his own. He remembered it taking everything in his power not to grab on to her hips and kiss her senseless. Her innocent eyes didn’t help matters much either. Yes, that was a memory he didn’t mind reliving.
But the one he enjoyed the most was when she had put him in his place the other day. He admitted to himself that he had indeed crossed a line with her. He had misjudged her terribly; he didn’t really even know her enough to say things like that about her. Why did I do that? He asked himself.
Maybe because I wanted to know what her berserk button was?
Maybe that was it. To see if he could make her angry. It was to be amusing to him, but the end result had him turned on hotter than a kotatsu table. He could feel his boner underneath his pants and rubbed it a bit to relieve the tension. But thinking about it wasn’t really helping him right now.
He had so much work to do and looking at his watch told him he still had a long way to go. Abruptly, an idea came to him and he picked up his cell phone. “Let’s see what you’re up to…” He said quietly, waiting for an answer.
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Aija sat at the bar, drinking her second cosmopolitan as she let out a purifying sigh. It was finally Friday and she was happy; Friday meant that she could go home and chill out for the whole weekend. No mean bosses, no over piling of files and papers, no crying children in the waiting room. Just peace and quiet. That in itself was worth all the chaos she had the deal with during the week. Aija finished the sweet alcoholic drink and after paying, headed out of the bar. But before she could head home, her phone rang.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Good evening, Miss Edwards.” A smooth honey like voice with a Japanese flair flowed into her ears.
She frowned as she realized who she was talking to. “Dr. Mizuno? How did you get my number?” she asked, genuinely wanting to know.
She heard him chuckle and then he answered with a question of his own, “You don’t expect to be an employee here and not have us know your number, do you?” Aija felt foolish and as she smiled away her embarrassment she commented, “Oh, that’s right. Is there something you need? It is past work time, you know.”
“I know. I’m at the office still.”
Aija frowned in puzzlement. “You are?” She looked at her watch which read 8:30p.m. “What do you need from me, Doctor?”
“I have a plethora of papers that I need to look over, sign and put away. Would you mind coming and helping me out?”
Instantly the vision of lying around that night in bed vanished with a slam of Aija’s mental brakes. “Well…” She drawled, trying to let Hikaru down easy but he continued talking, “I don’t mind paying you overtime so you see, Miss Edwards its win-win for both of us.” Aija thought about it-she did need some extra money. “All right. I’ll be there shortly.” She said.
“Excellent. See you soon.” The abrupt silence of him hanging up made Aija stare at the phone in incredulity before she looked up at the evening sky saying, “Lord have mercy…please let this be worth it.” Then she got in her car and headed back towards the office.
*******
“Sign here.” A graceful signature was placed where Aija pointed.
“Also here and here.”
“Done and done. Finally!” Hikaru muttered as he signed rapidly. Aija looked over the paper he signed before putting it in a chart. She looked at her watch which now read 10:45p.m. The two then let out a sigh at the same time and looked at each other from the oddity of it. “Why did you have so much work to do, Dr. Mizuno? Don’t you know what the weekend is? You ARE a doctor, you know.”
“These aren’t just my patients, Miss Edwards. My father gave some of his to me and besides as manager, I have to sign them just as much as he does.” Hikaru commented, squeezing the bridge of his nose as felt the strain of his faces muscles tensing up. Aija bit the corner of her lip, feeling for the young doctor who never seemed like he was happy. The expression his face was familiar so she got up and said, “Not to seem forward, but I give a great massage. Would you like one?”
Hikaru eyed the receptionist, who looked like she genuinely wanted to help him and then motioned with his fingers stiff like for her to come over. Aija walked up behind the office chair that her boss sat in and after hesitating a bit, lowered her hands on to his shoulders, immediately feeling the hardened knots under her fingers. Concern filled her and she began to squeeze the muscles. Hikaru meanwhile, tried to resist he urge to groan at how great the release of his uptight muscles was feeling. He failed, miserably and at the deep long sound, Aija stopped.
“Are you all right, Doctor? I can stop if you are hurting too much.”
“No, it’s just right, Miss Edwards. Continue.” He said with his eyes closed. She complied and as she spent the next few minutes massaging Hikaru’s shoulders, everything was quiet except for the soft moans and groans of relief from Hikaru. “How do you know how to do this?” He asked, feeling his whole body relax from the movements of Aija’s skilled fingers. Aija smiled saying, “My daddy is a police chief back where I lived. He always came home stressed so I was his masseuse more often than not.”
“You do know what you are doing…I’ll give you that.” Hikaru chuckled out and the two both laughed a bit as Aija giggled, “Thank you.” Her laughter stopped abruptly as Hikaru’s hand suddenly clutched her wrist and stroked it. Hikaru noticed her resistance and slowly looked up at her. Aija stared back down at him feeling the room heating up, her head slowly spinning and wondering why she was feeling the way she was. Perhaps it was the two cosmos earlier. Whatever it was all she knew was this was on dangerous grounds.
“Ahem…um…I…” She started, gently pulling her hand back. Hikaru held on to it a bit before squeezing it and letting go. Aija smiled weakly and started to walk back to the other side of the table. “I think I should go.” She said quietly. She was already trembling from the lingering tingle of Hikaru’s hand. She looked to Hikaru for permission to leave and when his expressionless face met her, she continued to pick up her purse and headed towards the office door.
“Miss Edwards.”
Aija stopped still as Hikaru’s deep commanding voice called out. She turned and was surprised to see him lowering the blinds and closing them. “Yes?” Hikaru turned around after his task asked simply, “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
Aija shook her head quickly. “No.”
“Good.” Hikaru remarked, and then as he came back to his desk, started undoing his tie. Aija was stunned by that movement but intrigued at the same time. He then gave her a look that was no nonsense.
“This is how this is going to work. I’m going to fuck you…hard. Afterwards, we go to our homes and then come back here on Monday for another week of work. Got me?”
Aija’s mind was instantly plagued with images of Hikaru plunging in and out of her body and her answer was instant. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Hikaru’s voice was deep and unexpectedly dominant.
“Yes, Doctor.” Aija’s was quite the opposite; breathless and slightly submissive.
Hikaru, getting the response he wanted, put his patient’s chart away in a drawer, cleaned off a part of his desk before patting the top of it and ordering, “Get up here.” As if his voice controlled her nervous system, Aija gracefully came behind the desk before pulling her body up on top of the desk. She began to cross her legs, but Hikaru grabbed them; his hands warm on her stocking covered knees. “No, keep them open. We won’t need them closed for what I’m going to do to you, Miss Edwards.”
Aija swallowed hard, knowing that Hikaru meant business by those words alone. “Yes, Dr. Mizuno.
“In fact…” Hikaru started as he rose up from his chair slowly, his hands trailing up under Aija’s dress along her skin. Once underneath it, he caressed the curve of her ass leisurely, grabbing on to a bit of the soft lace covered flesh. Aija bit her lip as the desire inside her threatened to spill over with each caress and tug of his hand. “Let’s change things up a bit.” He pulled his hand out of her dress then sat back down in his chair, leaning back as he looked Aija straight in her eyes. “Take your dress off, Aija. I want to see what I’m touching.”
Once Aija’s heels touched the floor, her hands reached back to pull the zipper down on the back of her form fitting dress, the sound of the zipping being almost too harsh in the silent room. Aija’s eyes locked on to Hikaru’s as she grabbed the shoulders of the dress to pull it off. He stared back, his gaze only faltering to watch the fabric fall elegantly to the ground. His eyes trailed up her body now. Aija’s legs; covered in the black stockings, were slender around the calves but then they started to form curves upwards toward her hips which were surrounded by a silk black garter belt. Underneath the garter belt, Aija wore lace panties which Hikaru already knew because he definitely had felt the material earlier.
But to see it now…
Hikaru knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost control and took her on the desk so he rose and advanced towards the beautiful receptionist. His eyes were feral and intense and he smirked eyeing the silk black bra she was wearing. The dim glow of his desk light, gave the material a almost ethereal appearance. But he knew it had to go.
“Very nice, Miss Edwards. You sure are full of surprises.” He said, quietly as he came to a stop in front of her. His hand trailed along the string of pearls she wore and then trailed between the space of her breasts. Aija sucked in a breath and then managed out, “A lady has to look her best is what I always believe.”
Hikaru smirked and whispered, “That’s a very good belief. You’ve been hiding this under your work clothes everyday, I presume?”
“Yes. Always, Doctor.” Aija answered, just as breathlessly as before. Hikaru kept his smirk as he reached around and with adept fingers unhooked the apparatus of silk from her body revealing soft mounds of flesh ended by hardened nipples. Hikaru eyed each nipple before reaching over to pull slightly the right one. Aija let out a whimper and her eyes closed slowly. His other hand tugged on the left nipple and then back and forth.
Aija could hear her gasps of pleasure loud in her ears and she bit her bottom lip as she stared into Hikaru’s eyes of intent. Hikaru grinned in satisfaction as his fingers kept up their torture. Aija’s body was on fire. She thought that his hands were agonizingly blissful enough but when his mouth covered on of her hardened nipples, she let out a cry of passion that she didn’t even know that she was holding in.
“Wow…you are so sensitive, Miss Edwards. I’ve barely even started.” Hikaru chuckled out.
Aija thought that she smiled, but it was hard to tell through the mist of desire swirling in her mind. “Really? I can’t help it, I guess.” She whispered out. Her eyes then realized that she was half naked and that the only thing undone on Hikaru was his tie. “May I?” She asked, reaching up to a button on his white work shirt.
“You may. But, hurry up…I want you bad enough as it is.”
Aija took no time in unbuttoning Hikaru’s shirt and harshly taking it off of his shapely shoulders.
…Magnificence.
While Dr. Dunn was undoubtedly a god in his own right, Hikaru was a hidden god that Aija didn’t even know existed. His chest was a variety of valleys, mountains and crevasses that she couldn’t wait to get her hands on. Hikaru watched how Aija stared at his torso before lowering his lips to her collarbone. His hands clenched around her wrists, keeping her steady as his lips made hot kisses up her neck. Aija nearly moaned in impatience. Oh, how she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and cling to his body, but he was in control-in sweet sweet control that she surprisingly accepted.
His lips came up her neck slowly…so slow that Aija thought she was going to tear in half from the torture. “Oh…” She breathed out. He finally came up to her jaw line and kissed around that before looking at her full lips. Hikaru just stared at the erotic vision that was Aija. Her head was back slight, baring her neck to him and her eyes were dark and half lidded. Just seeing her like this was so foreign to him and he knew that all needed to do was to fuck her and fast. Possibly hard. Her lips were pursed like she was waiting for a kiss, but he smirked and walked over to the desk.
Disappointment was slight for Aija as she wanted to feel his lips on hers just once, but when she saw him grabbing a condom out of his briefcase, all thought had exploded. “Come here, Aija and take your panties off.” Hikaru ordered as he unfastened his pants and readied his cock for her. Aija walked over to him and slowly began to remove the lacy garment from her body.
“Quicker than that or I’ll rip them off.” She heard him growl behind her.
The thought of her expensive lace undergarments being ripped, spurred her along and she quickly removed her panties. Hikaru laughed lightly behind her, amused that her panties meant so much. “Come on over here.” He took Aija’s hand then brought her over to the desk, bending her over the top. “Spread your legs.” Aija once again obliged and let out a sharp gasp feeling Hikaru’s fingers tickling over her clit and labia boldly. Hikaru licked his lips, feeling how incredibly wet Aija already was.
“Kami, Aija…you’re already so fucking ready. You really want this, huh?” Aija nodded in front of him, naked except for her garter belt and stockings. Hikaru came behind her, stroking his cock slowly. “You want this, huh? Then I’ll give it to you…hard.” He situated himself at the opening of her pussy and sunk in, closing his eyes in pleasure.
The sweet friction of the invasion was almost too much for Aija to bear and she gripped onto the desk for control. “Oh, my Lord…” She moaned out. Hikaru almost moaned in agreement, but instead held on to Aija’s shoulders as he started pumping hard inside of her; a powerful rhythm of thrusts that propelled her body forward on the desk. Aija cried out loudly, not caring who heard or even if there was anybody else in the building with them. All she cared about was focusing on how great Hikaru’s cock felt inside of her, pushing, pulling, catching against the walls of her sex.
“Fuck…” Hikaru gasped out, amazed at how exceptionally good she felt to him. She was warm, wet, and tight- everything he could ever have wanted. Aija’s fast movements of her hips didn’t help matters either. It was like she was fighting for control of pleasure and that was something that didn’t rub right with Hikaru at that moment.
He took over the lead again by grabbing a hold of Aija’s long straight hair and as if somebody had flipped a switch within him, began propelling his hips faster than ever; the sounding of their flesh hitting together echoing in the office. His grip on her hair, pulled back Aija’s head slight and she moaned over and over as each fierce thrust, threatened to destroy her from the inside out.
“Mmm…” She moaned out loudly and Hikaru growled deep behind her, not stopping his fervent movements. His other hand reached down between Aija’s legs, his fingers caressing her hottest spot hidden behind the hood of her clit. Aija hissed and grabbed at his hand, as she attempted to pull his hand back for fear that the explosion of sensation would be too much for the young woman to take. Seeing what she was doing, Hikaru pulled her head back more in slight punishment.
“Don’t do it. Take it…Take everything I give you, Aija.”
“Yes, Doctor.” Aija whispered out, releasing his hand.
More and more thrusts, hips rotating, grinding, and fingers caressing. Aija felt her body weakening, crumbling. Her knees wobbling and still he didn’t stop. “Please…Please…” She begged out. He wouldn’t give her the mercy, gripping on to her hip as he panted out his exhaustion. She was dissolving still and then…
Everything she knew detonated in a flash.