#before work

Deja silently stood in the kitchen packing and organizing her lunchbox, her dark brown silk-pressed hair up in a ponytail while her white dress shirt remained tucked inside the waistband of her navy blue bell-bottom styled dress pants.

taking a sip of her coffee from her thermos, Deja lightly shook her light pink Stanley cup to ensure it was entirely filled with water and she sat it on the counter once she confirmed it was as she slipped an extra water bottle inside her lunchbox.

hearing approaching footsteps, Deja looked up from her lunchbox and watched a shirtless Nic come into view from the staircase, his curls messy while he rubbed one of his green eyes and let out a yawn. smiling at this, Deja watched in amusement as Nic approached the kitchen, his eyes soon locking with hers and making him smile.

“why are you lookin’ at me like that?” Nic chuckled as he leaned up against the doorway and lightly crossed his arms.

“i ain’t expect to see you up this early.” Deja chuckled as she took another sip of her coffee and adjusted her weight on her legs, her kitten heels lightly clacking against the floor.

“i didn’t feel you in my arms no more so i thought you left already.” Nic answered, a small smile on his face at being able to see her before she went to work.

“i overslept, actually. i’ma only have a good 20 minutes to actually make it work on time.” Deja chuckled, zipping up her lunchbox, as she looked down at her dress shirt and smoothed out the fabric.

Nic’s eyes fell upon Deja’s business attire and his eyes scanned her figure from head to toe as he ran his tongue over his lips, her words going in one ear and out the other. Nic walked behind the counter where Deja stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, inhaling her fruity scent while he rested his head in the crook of her neck.

“i just told you i’m gon’ be late and you wanna come over here and hug me.” Deja chuckled as she playfully rolled her eyes and rested her hands on top of Nic’s arms.

“i can’t help myself, Dej’. you just look so beautiful when you all dressed up for work.” Nic chuckled softly against her neck before kissing it gently, causing shivers to go down Deja’s spine while a small smile crossed her face.

“Nicolas,” Deja chuckled and shook her head, her ponytail swaying with her movements, “i know exactly what you wanna do, boy, and i’m not goin’ for it.”

“oh, really?” Nic chuckled, a small smirk on his face, as he started to kiss her neck, his tongue gliding across her moisturized brown skin and turning Deja into Jell-O in his arms.

“oh, my God, you’re such a dickhead for this,” Deja whined as she let out a laugh and pushed her lunchbox and Stanley to the side, feeling Nic’s body press against her and nudge her to bend over the countertop, “you got 5 minutes, Nic, seriously.”

pulling away from her neck, Nic chuckled and his lips curled up into a smirk as he kissed her cheek, “i might need more than that, baby.”

Deja’s moans echoed throughout the kitchen as Nic gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her brown skin while his hips snapped against her ass. their bodies pressed together against the cold, marble countertop as Nic kissed her shoulder and the side of her neck, her head instinctively tilting to the side to give him more access.

“N-Nicolassss— oh, fuck!” Deja cried as she felt his hand wrap around her neck and a gasp fell from her lips at being pulled up from the countertop, her back pressing against Nic’s broad chest while her eyes rolled back into her head.

“you feel so fucking good, Dej’.” Nic groaned, adjusting his hand on her neck, as his tongue licked up from her shoulder to her neck, his wet muscle gliding across the part of her neck his hand exposed.

Deja clenched around Nic’s dick at his words and he let out a soft moan dangerously close to her ear, making Deja’s jaw drop while her hand wrapped around Nic’s wrist. Nic peppered kisses on her neck before kissing up to her ear, lingering kisses along her earlobe while his hand fully wrapped around her neck.

Deja’s body tingled at his touch and squelching noises aired out inside the kitchen with each of his thrusts as her moans held a mix of pleasure and desperation and her eyebrows furrowed, her clit throbbing once she felt Nic squeeze the sides of her neck.

little did she know, she was 10 minutes late for work.

“i love you so much, pretty girl,” Nic breathily declared as he continued kissing her ear and jawline, “i love everything about you. but one of the things i’ll always love about you…”

“…is the way you cum on this dick.” Nic’s hand detached from her hip and his fingers rested on her clitoris as he rubbed it in quick circles and removed his hand from her neck, his fingertips coming in contact with one of her nipples while he tugged at it and rolled it between his index and middle fingers.

Deja nearly went crazy in his arms. her eyes rolled back for the second time and her eyebrows furrowed as her lips sat ajar and her hands clutched at both of his wrists, her white french-tip acrylics digging into his skin and leaving red marks while he hissed in pleasurable pain. her body went limp against him and her muscles turned into liquid as she gasped loudly and she suddenly seized in his arms, her thighs trembling while her climax skyrocketed through her veins.

“Nicolas!” Deja hollered out as she came, goosebumps spreading across her entire body while tingles followed shortly after them.

her chest heaved up and down heavily and her body soon relaxed in his arms as her grip on his wrists loosened and she let out a soft sigh, her eyes closed while Nic’s movements continued at a much slower rate to get her though her orgasm aftershocks. taking his hands away from her clit and breast, he wrapped his arms around her torso and lovingly kissed the side of her face, his strokes stopping while Deja giggled and rested her hands on top of his arms.

“Nic?” Deja asked softly as her eyes opened and she looked over at him, watching his head raise from her cheek.

“hm?” Nic smiled as he kissed her lips and Deja smiled at him before letting out another giggle.

“what time is it?” Deja asked, clueless to how late to work she actually was, as Nic turned his head to look back at the microwave.

“9:26.” Nic answered casually, turning back to face Deja, as Deja’s face changed to a look of horror and she shot out of Nic’s arms, beelining for her undergarments and clothes.

“9:26?! i’m damn near 30 minutes late for work!”