Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 155 - Desk Deeds

Very steammmmyyyyy Smut warning ;) (like the entire chapter oops)

The next day, I completely forget about lunch with Fred until he shows up at my office door.  I hold up a finger to let him know I'll be with him in a moment as I finish up my floo call.

"Yeah, I can be there at six."  I tell the relator.  

"Sounds perfect, Mrs. Carrow.  Congratulations."  The woman smiles sweetly at me before ending the call.

I stand up, wincing as my knees complain from kneeling on the small hearth for too long.  This floo isn't big enough for travel, but since wizards refuse to use phones, these mini floos were the best they could come up with. 

"You ready to go?"  He asks, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans.  His t-shirt pulls tightly at his shoulders as he leans casually against the doorframe.  His hair is messy, sticking up in places, ankles crossed as he lounges carelessly.  

He looks so good.  My heart rate picks up as I shamelessly stare at him, mentally beginning to undress him.  It's been over a week since the last time...  Mia left for lunch ten minutes ago, and won't be back for another fifty minutes.

Screw this.

I march up to him, dragging him into my office and slamming the door shut behind him.  He opens his mouth to ask what I'm doing, but I cut him off with my lips.  My hands find his shoulders, moaning softly as he grips my waist.  I quickly lock the door behind him, then guide us backwards until my butt hits my desk.  He scoops me up, placing me on the wooden surface, pressing himself against me so much that I teeter back.  But then his strong hand slides up the back of my shirt, holding me in place.  

I arch into him, wrapping my legs around his hips, linking my ankles.  His teeth gentle scrape along my bottom lip.  My heart is racing with anticipation.  Despite everything, I crave him like none other.

I pull my face back, breaking the kiss.  We both stare into each other eyes, panting.  

"Hazel."  His eyes are dark, pupils blown with desire.  I'm sure mine mirror his.

I don't say anything, but bring my hands up the button on my work blouse.  His eyes drift from mine to watch my fingers work.  I slowly undo each one, letting the baby blue fabric fall softly from my shoulders.  He gently traces the curve of my neck, drawing a line down my shoulder.  My eyes flutter shut as the sensation sends shivers through me.

I feel him lean in, his breath warm on my neck a moment before his lips grace my skin.  A quiet sigh leaves my own lips.  His feather light touch drifts slowly down my back, teasingly slow until he reaches my waist.  I hold my breath as he finds the zipper and the side of my skirt and tugs it down.  I lift myself up so he can pull the fabric down, dropping it to the floor.  When his hands reach my thighs, the soft grip turns hard as he grips the tightly, trailing his tongue up my neck. 

I gasp, and he pulls back, a slight smirk playing on his lips.  He removes a hand from my thigh, causing me to whimper in protest.  

"Open."  He says lowly.  I quickly obey, and he puts two fingers in my mouth.  I run my tongue over them before gently sucking.  He watches hungrily, as I push them further into my mouth.  "Such a good girl."  He murmurs, pulling his fingers from my mouth with a pop.  He takes his we fingers and tantalizingly slowly lowers them between my legs.  He dips into my panties, gently rubbing circles. 

My hands instinctually grab onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life as fireworks of pleasure shoot through me.  I try to move with his hand, but his grip on my thigh keeps me from doing so.  Fred leans in once more, catching my lips with him in a deep kiss.  He keeps his pace steady as his tongue explores my mouth.

I moan as the sensations begin to build, teasing me with a high just out of reach.  Understanding my incoherent pleas, he dips his fingers further back, inside, while his thumb takes over the slow circles.  I accidently bite down hard on his lower lip as the orgasm hits me hard.  My fingers dig into his shoulder for dear life as I am overcome.

When I've finished, he carefully removes his fingers, bringing them up to his own mouth and sucking the mess off of them.  I watch with wide eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet."  He leans in and whispers against my lips before kissing me once more.  Strangely the taste of myself on his lips isn't unpleasant.  Before I can think about it any further, he breaks the kiss and leans me back on the desk.  I lay on my elbows, watching as he undoes his belt.  I bite my lip, excited as he pulls both his pants and his underwear down.  He pumps his length twice more stepping forward and rubbing it on the outside of my underwear, making me squirm.  Deciding he's toyed with me long enough, he pulls my panties off, tossing them to the side.  I hold my breath as he lines himself up and slowly enters.  

I grab him, pulling his lips to mine as he begins moving his hips.  Every movement is like a shock since I'm so sensitive, leaving me tightly clenching to him.  

He swears quietly, breathing heavily.  I start grinding my own hips in time, feeling the familiar build up once more.  

"Hazel."  He hisses, slowing down a bit.

"No, don't."  I plead, grabbing his hips and pulling him back.

"I can't hold out if-"

"Then don't."  I demand, before kissing him once more.  He resumes his quick pace, and a moment later, his breathe catches.  "Please."  I beg, and he gives in.

He growls deeply as he finishes, sending me following after.  A few more focused thrusts, and we both sag against the hard wood of the desk, panting.

"I thought you were mad at me."  He manages to gasp out.

"I am."  I reply, focusing on steadying my heartrate.  "But I'm still crazy about you.  Being mad doesn't change that."

"Good to know."  He nods, burying his face in my neck.  After a few moments to recover, I gently push him off of me.

"We need to get dressed before someone finds us like this.  I'd rather not get fired when I'm in the middle of so many important projects."  I gingerly drop to the floor, searching for wherever my underwear landed.

"Of course." 

We both quickly dress, and attempt to fix our hair.  His was already messing coming in, but I have to completely re-braid mine.  

"So lunch?"  I ask, pulling the band on my hair tight.

"Lunch."  He agrees, taking my hands.  "After that, I'm starving."

Laughing, we leave the office, past a suspicious receptionist, and to the elevator.