#good training

His hands are bunching the material of her dress until he can get the feel of her flesh, starting at the outside of her lower thighs as he is forced to bend his knees to makes sense of where the hem is. Palms gliding and grabbing until they can squeeze at her ass, gripping her and lifting her up, her toes barely touches the floor, manhandling of the best kind, pushing her up until he can mouth at her breast, trying to navigate his way around the opening.

Her nails dig in his neck as he sucks his mark on her breast, then he slowly lowers her down, a leg wedge in between, a steel grip on her ass. Nose to nose panting, his lips are red and luscious, begging her to resume.

He looks at her closely as he guides her to sit on his leg, he tries to rub her on the right spot, with her on top of his thigh. A freckle near her nose he hasn’t seen before, laugh wrinkles on the corner of her eyes more prominent as she smiles at him, catching up with what he intends to do.

They have to be quick, his righthand man will be back anytime soon.

Things- it-… they’ve gotten along more lately. She’s been more trustworthy, stepping up to the occasion with less fuck ups. He’d wanted her for some time now, every time she bent over giving him a view of her round ass, when she leaned from across the desk giving him a peek down. She had to know what she was doing, Mick looking at a spot far away, knowing what Rio would do if he caught him looking. On a walk back to his car Mick had grunted to him, do you have to be so loud?

He was on a tight schedule tonight, lots of drop offs and pick- ups, Mick dropping him off, to handle another one on his own with the intent on being back soon.

He wants to worship her, to get down on his knees and beg her to sit on his face, but he’s a selfish man. Unbuckling his jeans, he moves her panties to the side, pressing in, slowly, slowly she envelopes him, until all he can feel her warmth and he can’t move, feeling too much. His head bowed, forehead pressing against her sternum, he can feel her heartbeat, thump-thump-thump.

“You okay?” Her voice barely a whisper.

In response he snakes an arm around her, lifting her up and takes a few shuffling steps back until he can sit down. It’s slow, unlike the other time when the frenzy of not knowing if it would be their last, one of them voicing out loud what bad idea it is.

He’s the instigator, always is.

She rides him slow, so slow he almost wails at the frustration, the built up like an itch, he can feel it coming. She shifts from holding him in her arms, to rest her palms behind her on his knees, and he can’t help but mirror her leaning back. ‘Cause, damn-damn-damn, the bite he has on his lips is his only way of controlling himself, not entirely lost in the movement.

When he feels her begin to shake, he helps her by touching her softest part with his thump, its roughness making her voice what she had been mouthing moments before.

Rio-Rio-Rio-Rio

Then he’s joining her, head thrown back, the feeling that’s moving through his body forces him to close his eyes and chant, El-El-El-El.

Somewhere there’s a door opening and closing, a draft making its way around the room, unbeknownst to both.

Catching their breathes, unlike other times when they’ve barely been able to look at each other after, he doesn’t want to leave. Lingering, stealing glances, when she’s washing up, he gets her a glass of water, she accepts it, leaning against her desk drinking slowly.

An incoming text on his phone draws his attention away from her, ‘Car’, it says. Mick’s outside, he wants to kiss her goodbye, to take some sweetness from her with him.

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Sliding in the passenger seat he opens his mouth to ask Mick why the sour face,” –.“