Illicit Affairs

~one~

TW: Mature content, brief mentions of death

Pleasure courses through my body as I writhe on the mattress, gently bucking my hips in rhythm. Soft whimpers escape my mouth as the motions continue. Looking down, the face peering from between my legs could only be described as angelic. His face curls into a knowing smile before he continues his work, bringing pleasure that crashes over me in waves.

As he continues his motions I throw my head back in pleasure and grip the sheets like my life depends on it, desperate for something to ground me while lost in a sea of ecstasy provided by the man in front of me. His hand intertwines with mine and provides the stability I'm looking for, despite the fact that I'm so lost in pressure it doesn't really matter.

"Don't... stop...," I beg, as the pleasure continues to build. With a wicked smile he pulls away, instead pressing kisses to my inner thighs. I huff as my orgasm fades away but he just lets out a deep throated chuckle and continues to kiss his way up by body. Once his face is even with me he kisses me deeply on the lips, the taste of my own arousal on them fueling my hunger even more.

"I'm going to be completely honest," he murmurs against my skin, "This isn't exactly how I expected this interview to go." His fingers wonder as he speaks, caressing over the skin of my neck, my breasts, down the valley between them.

"Are you ready to work hard for me, Y/n?"

The only response I can muster through my pleasure is a throaty moan and a nod of my head, which he chooses to take as a yes. Before I can react he's holding my hands over my head and trailing his mouth down the path his hands took only seconds before leaving hot, open mouth kisses in its wake. He kisses over my breasts and teases my nipples through the lace material of my bra, drawing another moan from my throat.

When his kisses eventually return to my lips, he doesn't need the bucking of my hips to know that I feel as if I'm about to explode. His hands leave mine and trail down to my hips, and before I know what's happening he flips me over so I'm straddling him. Our chests press together and my hips involuntarily rock against his, drawing a groan from both of us. He fumbles to undo my bra, his motions frantic due to his desire. Once the fabric is out of the way he returns his attention to my breasts, massaging one while wrapping his lips around another. My mind and body are overwhelmed with sensations and the only thought that comes through is I need you. My mind repeats it over and over like a mantra as waves of pleasure wash over the both of us, cresting and falling until...

I jolt awake as the sound of my alarm clock fills my small bedroom in my shitty apartment. After struggling to shut it off for probably longer than necessary, I sit in my bed with my head in my hands, images of my dream still washing over me. "Holy shit," I breathe out, still fighting off the last few tendrils of sleep from my mind. I can almost still feel the dream, his warm body against mine, his hands... I shake my head to push the thoughts away. Either I really need to get laid, or I'm way more nervous for this job interview than I thought.

After getting out of bed I shower, taking the time to thoroughly clean my body, mainly to wash off the sweat that is the result of a combination of my dream and my nerves. Once I finish getting ready I decide to skip breakfast, my stomach is too twisted from nerves anyway, and begin to pack up my things. My laptop is still open from last night, the biography of Matthew Dalton, CMO of Dalton Enterprises still pulled up in the browser. His biography labeled Dalton Enterprises as one of the leading biotech companies in the world with an ad for a Nanny Included. 

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Full time position watching twin seven year old boys

Benefits included