Maybe now I understood why Romanoff liked to take women into her office. There was such a thrill about doing something you aren't supposed to in a place you aren't supposed to be doing it in.
The task of being quiet while simultaneously feeling so good is a part of the excitement.
Unlike Romanoff's office, Steve's had 4 concrete walls surrounding it instead of the high-tech glass but the view out of his huge window was just as nice.
And unlike Romanoff, Steve had been more respectful. There were no hiked up skirts or slapping hip, YET. It seemed that all I had to do was make a move.
I let a out purposeful soft moan as his tongue explored my mouth and I let my hands fall to his hips to pull him closer, only to open my mouth in a
moan again when I felt his package.
"Steve," I pull back to look into his blue eyes, dark with what I could now see was lust. My hands slowly made it way towards the buckle of his black leather belt.
"Here?" He asks, his eyes bouncing from the door to me as he picks me up to sit on his desk. It didn't stop my hands from undoing the buttons and pulling down the zipper of his pants.
"You don't seem to be opposed," I smirk darkly as I catch a glimpse of his growing bulge twitch under his gray Calvin Klein boxers.
"You're trouble," he shakes his head as his lips hungrily attach to mine again.
I hold on to his strong biceps as he roughly pulled my hips into his.
That got a real moan out of me.
His belt buckle dinged every time it hit against his metal desk. Steve's hands were too busy holding us up to remove the extra fabric from my dress from the way.
dry humping in the office, how much more sex deprived could I be?
He moaned softly in my ear as he humped me, his erection big and hard enough to have been almost poke straight out from the fabric covering it. I started to move my hips with his and he stopped, letting me do the work for a bit before releasing a groan and laid me flat onto the desk.
"Look at what you've done to me," He growls, pecking my lips.
He brings down his hips harder, so much so that with every stroke my throat releases the soft sounds it had stuck in it.
He covers my mouth but doesn't slow the intensity of his movements.
I was on the verge of ecstasy and telling by the way he threw his head back, so was he.
"Steve?" A voice said with a knock on the other side of the door.
"Shit," We both said at the same time, rushing to put ourselves back together.
"Give me one second," He said and despite his rushed movements, he managed to sound calm and collected.
"Get under the desk," He whispers.
"I am not hiding under a desk," I complain quietly, but as soon as the door handle jiggled I was on the ground crawling under the desk.
"How may I help you?" He asks brightly, and invites her in.
"I didn't know these doors had locks," She says amused, her heels clacking on the floor as she walks in. I hoped she couldn't hear my nervous breaths.
"Benefits of having an entire floor to yourself, you don't have to lock any doors," He says, followed by a shuffle of papers, letting me know he was pretending to have been doing work.
