Silence in the Storm

Phobia II.

The Week Before Mazrah Incident// Task Force HQ.

I was writing medical reports after a series of health evaluations on the team to add with the concealed psychiatric evaluations. It was a quiet evening, and I was ready to get some rest. A frantic set of knocks on my office door were heard; a daily occurrence: it was Johnny, as usual.

- Come on in!

- Hey, Mo' ghraidh! Ready to clock out?

- Give me some five minutes and I'll be done for the day, love.

- Is it one of those days? - He calmly sat down on the chair.

- Precisely. - I replied without looking at him. - Omitting your overall health statuses so you and the others don't get discharged unfairly.

- Sorry for that, yeah... - He chuckled. - I'm pretty sure we're a mess.

- All I can disclose is that you all need Zeus at this point.

- We go dollally so the world can go on with their days! - he was proud of his mental illnesses; unbelievable.

- Okay, stop flaunting your mental anguishes and let me finish this. - I was chuckling out of amusement. - The sooner I finish these reports, the better. I need a nap and some cuddle.

- Oh, I can help with that... - His flirty tone took over. - Would you like a "helping hand"?

- A helping hand? What do you mean...?

I was unable to finish my sentence; he sneaked upon me from behind, turning my face and pressed his lips against mine, starting a slow and seductive kiss. His tongue was swirling with mine, taking his time tasting me. I didn't have the capacity to react, I've immediately surrendered to his whims.
His rough hands were traveling throughout my body, entrapping me in his touch.

I was squirming; I wanted to touch him, to feel his weight over me. My legs were slowly spreading, giving him the forbidden permission to delve further in my intimacy, to send me through heaven. Thank the gods that my skirt was stretchy.
I felt his fingers slowly pulling my skirt, revealing my bare thighs. I was wearing blue lace panties; the cold air made my skin shiver. He chuckled softly up in my ear.

- Oh, look at that... Blue is my favorite color...

- It's to match your eyes... - I jested.

- Indeed, would look fancy while I eat you up...

I couldn't  formulate any sentence to respond; I could only loudly gasp, as I felt his fingers pulling my panties to the side and slide in my slit, making my whole body tingle. He kept kissing me, entrapping my attention while overwhelming my senses.
I was moaning on his lips and squirming all wet on his fingers; curling my toes in desperation. I wanted to ride him, give myself away, let him ruin me with his cock... The steady pace of his fingers rubbing my clit was sending me to a delirious pleasure; I couldn't hold myself anymore.
I hooked one hand on the back of his neck, seeking support. I was about to explode.

- J-Johnny... I need you... I'm gonna...!

- You need me, eh? - he nibbled my lips, teasing me. - Sorry, I didn't hear ye...

- J-Johnny, please...! I...!!!

A loud crying moan got out of my mouth. My legs were shaking, my holes were twitching, drenching his fingers with my juices. I was gasping for air, feeling that shockwave run wild through my body. I was lightheaded, surfing the high of that orgasm, but still craving for his sex. I glanced at Johnny, he was amazed and proud of what he did to me.

- Such a good lass for me... - he sucked one of his fingers. - So sweet...

Johnny kissed me again, making me taste myself on his tongue. I grabbed him by the shirt collar, eagerly pulling him against me. I wanted him to take me; I was desperate. I could feel his bulge suffocated in his pants, poking me and pulsating. He groaned on my lips, savoring the pleasure.