Title: Deeper and deeper
Author: Lusmeitli
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Ask and it shall be given you – perhaps.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction, as in “absolutely no part of this is based on reality”. It’s a product of my gutter mind entirely. I make no money with this; it’s for my (and hopefully your) entertainment only. I’ve never met Mr. Gahan and the way I describe him (or any of the other real life persons mentioned in this story) are mere assumptions and a LOT of wishful thinking from my part. I feel the deepest respect towards this great man and mean no harm. So please don’t sue.

Author’s note: I'm going off at a tangent here a bit... It's experimental. Needless to say what inspired me. Enjoy. Oh, and all idiocies are mine.

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“I want you. Now.“

She jolts, startled, at the feel of his hot breath on the skin of her neck and his heated words. She hasn’t heard him come in, nor felt him sneak up on her.

“Dave!”

She feels his arms wrap around her waist, his hands making crystal clear just what he means. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but he pulls her back flush up to his chest and she feels his heat radiating onto her skin, his hardness pressing into her backside.

“Dave we can’t,” she says a little breathless.

“Why not?” he murmurs, kissing down the soft skin of her neck, one hand caressing her breast, the other tugging up her shirt to caress her stomach, his fingers travelling down and dipping into her trousers.

She closes her eyes, silently moaning at his touch, the folder she held slipping out of her hands. The sound of the rustling paper brings her back to reality and she tries to push away from him again.

“Because we might get caught and then I’ll be fired.”

His fingers dip into her panties, moving lower. She bucks her hips into his hand and she can feel him smile against her ear.

“Come on, you know you want to.”

“Dave…”

It sounds weak and he knows he has won–

She sighs and swats his hands away, breaking from his embrace and turning to him, her face serious.

“No. Not here.”

–or not. His hot gaze roams her body to settle on her face again, but she has already turned around and bent down to pick up the files from the floor.

He steps up behind her, pulling her up forcefully and turning her in his arms, grabbing her hand and placing it on his hard on.

“Perhaps I wasn’t being quite clear,” he says, his eyes glittering dangerously. “So let me rephrase. I want you now.”

He rubs her hand up and down his length for emphasis and he can see her breathing quicken and her eyes turn dark.

“You want it too, don’t you? Come on, baby, I need you.”

Hot liquid heat shoots straight to her groin at his husky words and she knows she is soaking wet for him already.

It’s a battle of wills and she knows she’s going to lose it. He has this power over her and she usually doesn’t mind.

As if he read her thoughts in her eyes, a smug smile tugs on his lips and it deepens as he dips his other hand into her panties again, this time reaching its destination, letting his long, slender fingers rub over her wet folds.

“Mmmh, you’re ready for me. Come on, let me have you.”

It sounds like a command and it makes her knees go weak. She still struggles against him, though it’s a feeble attempt and she knows it.

He bends his head, letting go of her hand and sneaking it around her neck, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss that is all teeth and tongues. Raw fire, pure desire. He smiles into the kiss as he feels her hand still on his hard member, rubbing it now.

She breaks the kiss, breathless, her lips slightly swollen from his attack, eyes glazed over with lust, cheeks rose tinted.

“The door…,” she gets out and it seems like a real effort to formulate those words.

“Forget the door,” he whispers and tugs at her shirt, his other hand working on the button and zipper of her trousers, his lips on hers again.

He’s really skilled, setting her skin on fire with every touch, with every stroke of his velvet tongue moving against hers, and she finally submits, allowing herself to get lost in the moment. She sighs into his mouth and her hands slip under his t-shirt to touch his skin, feeling his muscles ripple under her fingertips.

He breaks the kiss, pulling her t-shirt up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor and ripping his t-shirt impatiently over his head, too. He knows she likes to touch his chest and she lets her hands follow the path of her eyes, caressing. His hands move to her back, unclasping her bra and she sees it fly through the air from the corner of her eye, landing on the door knob, dangling there, as his hot lips attack her hard nipples. He sucks one into his wet mouth and she wants to cry out in pleasure, but she can’t be loud here or they’ll be caught.

His other hand tugs down her trousers and panties in one swift move. He’s too impatient to really get rid of the clothing and rips it off her one leg, letting the clothing dangle from her other leg. He pushes her back, until she hits the desk. With a quick move he wipes some files off the desk and they scatter on the floor. He places both hands on her hips and lifts her up, sitting her on the edge of the desk.

Her hands work on his zipper and he groans as his member springs free when she carefully pushes down the trousers. They pool at his legs. He attacks her other breast now, his hand working her clit, the other parting her legs and he steps between her legs. She wraps them around his waist and he can feel his hard on pressing against her wet folds.

He’s impatient and he’s had enough of foreplay. Both hands on her hips, he pulls her towards him as he thrusts up into her, hard. She bites down on her lip so as not to shout out her pleasure, her head thrown back, eyes closed.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he hisses.

He leans forward, cupping her face with one hand, finding her lips in a bruising kiss, the other grabbing her ass, pulling her closer as he slides back out and rams back in again.

They both moan into each other’s mouths. She has her arms wrapped around him, caressing his back and it drives him wild to feel her fingers tease him. He thrusts into her harder and she breaks the kiss, burying her head in his neck, breathing hard. His fingers find her clit again, rubbing it, bringing her closer and closer to completion.

Voices can be heard outside the door. Two workmates chat just outside her office and it turns her on that they could come in any second now and find them shagging on her desk.

His movements quicken and he lost the rhythm completely now. All he seeks is sweet oblivion and his hips thrust against hers in a frenzy. She digs her heels in his ass, taking him in deeper, kissing up his neck, licking his earlobe, her hot breath puffing against his skin. He nearly shoots his load right then and he grabs her hips hard ramming into her, feeling her tight channel taking him in deeper and deeper. She can feel him grow even more inside of her, stretching her almost painfully now.

The voices outside her door fade away. But this instant her phone starts to ring. They both ignore it.

Her inner walls start to shake and he pinches her clit. She arches her back, biting down hard on her lip, drawing blood, head thrown back as orgasm hits her and she can’t help the low moan.

He follows her with two more thrusts, pulling her hips close so he is buried deep inside of her as he shoots his hot semen into her, back arched, head thrown back, the veins on his neck protruding, mouth open in a silent cry. His thrusts slow down as they ride out the wave of orgasm, their breathing calming down.

The ringing has stopped and it is quiet in the office now, except for their breathing. Cars honk down on the street.

He cups her face in his hands, his thumb softly touching her lip where she bit it. Their eyes lock, no words are needed now. Then he bends his head, licking off the drops of blood, before kissing her deeply, sensually.

His eyes are shining as he pulls out of her, still semi-hard, and hands her the Kleenex box that’s on the desk. She cleans herself up as he pulls his trousers up and hands her her bra and the t-shirt. They dress without a word, stealing kisses every now and then. He helps her pick up the files that fell to the floor, chuckling at her blushed face.

He wants to pull her into his arms but stops as there’s a knock to the door and it opens an instant later, revealing Gary in the doorway.

“Oh, hiiiii Dave.”

Gary’s hand flies up to adjust his hair instantly. He gets out of his dreamy haze as Dave clears his throat, suppressing a smile, and now looks at her, taking in her red cheeks and messy hair.

“Um, I… just wanted to ask for that annual report we talked about before lunch, but I can come back later…”

“No,” they both say.

She blushes again and Dave chuckles.

“I was just about to leave.”

Dave leans in to her, kissing her on her lips, lingering for a moment.

“See you at home, baby?”

She nods and returns his smile, the one that he has reserved only for her. Then he turns.

“Gary,” he says, nodding at the man who blushes under his eyes, and makes his way out the door.

As he walks down the hallway, he can hear Gary say not too discreetly: “So he brought you lunch?”

And Dave smiles as he turns the corner.


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