Red // Otto Hightower (1)

13. Distracting

Otto liked when Aelsa claimed his lips, it made working more difficult though. He couldnt focus as she sat across the room, her lip caught between her teeth, the way she arched her back rolling her shoulders when she sat for too long. Otto couldnt pull his eyes away from her. 

"Since when did you start a look no touch mentality?" Aelsa purred not looking up from her work. Otto understood how Aelsa continued to work and get her duties done in a timely manner, Otto wasnt a smoke show like Aelsa was. He didnt make heads turn when he walked into the room. 

Otto rose up from his chair and moved to her, a smile pulled at her lips as she shifted her gaze slowly to him just in time for him to capture her chin in his hand, bringing his lips to hers. 

"Better?" Aelsa questioned innocently. 

"You are very distracting." Otto remarked. 

"YOu want me to turn around?" She turned her chair away from him and glanced back over her shoulder.

"Because that isnt terribly sexy." Otto countered, she turned back to face him. 

"I knew this was going to be a bad idea." Aelsa remarked getting up, Otto leaned back against her desk and she pushed his legs apart to stand in between them. 

"What?" 

"You." Aelsa answered. 

"Me?" Otto questioned, he tensed visibly. 

"I'm going to make you lose your job before you ever make it to my bed if you keep getting distracted and stop working." Aelsa agreed kissing along his jaw. He relaxed at her touch, nodding. 

"That would be... treacherous." Otto agreed. 

"Maybe I take you on this desk and at least your last memory of this place would be a state of grace." Aelsa purred running her hand down his chest. 

"I knew you were trouble Aelsa but it would be I bending you over this desk." Otto assured. 

"Do it then." Aelsa agreed. She turned away when he hesitated. "I bet you think about me when my back is turned." He did. "I bet you run here when she know I'm in this chair, knowing you get to look at me, close enough to touch." Otto watched her move and he wanted her, if he were a better man he would sit down at his desk and get back to work, go back to the old him, pre Aelsa where nothing new happened. But from that very first night, that was the moment Otto knew that his life could truly begin again. Because looking at Aelsa, kissing Aelsa, he felt like the lucky one, the chosen one. Everything changed and his sad, beautiful, tragic life turned into something holy. 

Otto put his hands on her turning her back to him and that look in her eyes, his hands on the slits of her dress, it was like she had known him forever and all too well. He stroked the red fabric of her dress and Aelsa gave him a challenging stare. 

"What do you want Otto?" Aelsa questioned. 

"You." 

"Then stop wasting time." She breathed back. 

Otto's lips meet hers, his hand traveling up her spine and cradling the back of her neck. The kiss was passionate, full of heat and lust. He parted her lips with his tongue, exploring her. He kissed her jawline, down her neck, the tops of her tits, then returned to her mouth again.

Otto used his other hand to push her knees apart and she spread her legs wide to let him stand between them. His free hand traveled up her bare leg, playing with the edge of the fabric all the way up to where the slit stopped. He pressed his thumb into her hip, squeezing and kneading.

"I want you," he said in a raspy deep voice. "Right here." Her mind was frenzied, his words poured in and stilled her in this moment.

"Say it again." Aelsa agreed. 

"I want you," he whispered close to her skin. She reached for his belt buckle, undoing it and his pants as quickly as she could as his fingers reached her panties, tugging at the edge of them. She squirmed under his touch. He pushed them to the side, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit.

"You're so wet," he said softly.

"Yes," she breathed. 

"Is that for me?" he teased. He didnt think a woman like her would want him would be this exhilarating as to fuck him here in their office, the door wasnt even barred. Otto was a mad man. He was filled with too much lust he couldnt control himself around Aelsa. 

"Yes," Aelsa said again, the only word she could manage. Something between a moan and a growl comes from his throat. Suddenly, he dips down, taking a knee, pushing her dress back. She expected to feel his mouth on her in the same instant but when she opened her eyes and look down, he's staring at up at her grinning like the devil. 

"Dont get cocky yet." Aelsa countered as Otto lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then, he turned his sights to where his thumb was still stroking her, and he licked his lips. He flattened his tongue, pressing it against her. The sensation caused her to arch as she covered her mouth with her own hand. Couldnt make a racket in here, or else someone would hear and she didnt want to be interrupted again. 

He pushed against her knees with his hands, urging her wider, to open for him. She did as he silently commanded, lying back against her desk. The tension building as her legs began to shake.

"Otto." She whimpered her eyes fluttering but he stopped abruptly and stood. The lost sensation unravels the orgasm that was building. Aelsa grumbled out. He took her hands in his and pulled her back up to a sitting position, then a standing one. He kissed her mouth again and again.

"Turn around," he whispered. So she lay her chest flat against the desk, her legs spread. If she turned her head, she could barely see him as he pulled her dress up, exposing her ass. She watched him bite his lips, then she felt him against her.

He rubbed the tip of his dick over her, teasing her. She quivered against him, arching back, begging. He didn't give in to his own desires, still standing just far enough from Aelsa to torment.

"What are you waiting for?" Aelsa commanded, breathless.

"Just savoring the look of you at my will." Otto answered. Her fingers gripped the edge of his desk as she tried arching again, hoping he would surrender, but it was no use. His will was too strong from this direction. 

"Dont make me regret this, Otto." Aelsa warned. To that, he pushed all the way into her in one fluid motion, simultaneously satiating her need and creating a new one. This is not love making. It's not slow, it's not about taking their time. It's a fever, a frenzy, pushing as quickly as they could because the door, their duties the world outside really couldnt manage without the Hands. 

Aelsa came, shortly followed by him, and he nearly collapsed on top of her for a moment as they finally caught their breath.

"Aelsa didnt get the proposals," Tyland said from outside. 

"You think she is going to burn these?" Jason mused. It took everything to stifle their laughter as he quickly dressed from the waist down and Aelsa uncrumpled her dress, adjusting her panties back into place.

 Aelsa wiped her lips fixing her hair as she moved to the door. 

"I didnt burn anything." Aelsa countered. "Burning isnt my style." she added taking the scrolls. "More proposals?" 

"Yes." Tyland agreed, Aelsa closed the door on him. Otto watched her still trying to catch his breath as she moved to the fire throwing the scrolls in. 

"I burned the first batch.'' Otto admitted. 

"Trust me, I know."