Otalia fic - Boss Lady

Title: Boss Lady

Fandom: Otalia

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I just like making them do dirty things to each other. Rawr!!!

Spoilers: Only if you have no idea what DoS stands for.

A/N: Liv…desk…thighs…jeans

 

One week. Was that all it had been since they had made love for the first time? Natalia walked down the hall of the Beacon, juggling papers and a coffee cup in her hands, when the thought of that first time made her stumble around the corner and right into Olivia’s office.

“Fuck!”  The papers and coffee went flying as she lost her footing. “Damn it!”

She quickly looked up to see Olivia bent over her desk, retrieving some papers from the other side. The mess was forgotten, and when Olivia moved to help her, Natalia held up a hand.

“Don’t you fucking dare move!” Olivia looked at her over her shoulder in shock. 

“What did I do?” Olivia thought she was pissed off, but then she saw Natalia swallow consciously. Oh!

“You’re wearing those jeans again,” Natalia felt a little lightheaded, “Those gorgeous fucking jeans that make your ass look…damn, baby.”

Olivia was getting into this, “Like what you see?”

Natalia stood up and reached back to close and lock her door, “Oh, hell yeah.”

“Well, it’s all yours to play with. Come on.”

Natalia came up behind her, pressing her hips into Olivia’s beautiful ass, “I want to fuck you right here…on your desk.”

She reached around Olivia’s waist and undid the button and zipper, the only other sound was Olivia’s breathing. Natalia pushed down her jeans and panties and bent her over the desk, leaning back to get a good view.

“Damn it, Olivia, you drive me crazy.”

Olivia grunted at the slight pressure between her shoulder blades, the cool wood of the mahogany desk doing little to tame the fire building. A bleep on her computer screen which was barely visible from her angle showed a new incoming message: their mandatory sexual harassment annual training. She couldn’t help but giggle a little, but the humor was quickly forgotten as Natalia’s knee pushed her legs apart. The cool air on her wet sex momentarily sucking the air from her lungs. She closed her eyes and rolled her head against the desk.

A hand teased between her thighs and up and over her ass until it was between her shoulder blades, before making a scraping trek back down her back and over her ass. The other hand drifted to her hair, tugging just enough to cause a pain. Olivia groaned. Her wetness increasing with each pass of either hand, one scratching at her with need and the other pulling at her.

“God, baby…come on. Stop teasing.”

Natalia smirked. She loved the feeling that came over her when Olivia submitted to her desires, when she lost control only to hand it over to Natalia. They were perfect together, and every time they fucked she was reminded of it.

She dropped to her knees behind Olivia and watched with an almost detached interest as one then two fingers slid effortlessly inside Olivia. The detachment didn’t last when she felt herself enveloped by the warmth and wetness of her lover. She closed her eyes savoring the sensation. The scent of Olivia was driving her crazy, her mouth instinctively watering for what it craved. She leaned forward, taking a long swipe with her tongue over Olivia’s tight ass before sinking her teeth into the point where it met her thigh. All the while she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of Olivia, watching out of the corner of her eye as wetness coated the back of her hand and the inside of Olivia’s thighs.

No matter how slow she went and how much she tried to stretch it out, Olivia was always ready for her and within minutes, she could feel the familiar tightening around her fingers. She pulled back, determined to make it last.

“Not yet, baby,” Olivia groaned her frustration, but Natalia felt the muscles loosen a little.

Natalia slid her fingers out, barely letting them glide over the hardened clit. She replaced the spot where her fingers had been with her tongue, sucking on the sweet juices of Olivia’s sex.

“Damn, you taste SO good!” She dived back in, grabbing Olivia’s hips and pushing her tongue as deep as it would go. She heard a thump and a groan above her.

“Oh God, Natalia…baby…God, I want to cum on your tongue. Please.”

Natalia moaned, sending vibrations through Olivia’s sex. She wanted this. Needed this. With a final push, she went impossibly deeper feeling the ridges inside Olivia against her tongue. Jesus Christ!!!

Natalia reached down with her thumb and softly stroked Olivia’s clit. She had learned quick that harder wasn’t necessarily better, and Olivia always came harder when her touch was gentle. Within seconds, Olivia was bowing off the desk. Her hips rolling against Natalia’s mouth, who was barely able to keep up. She sucked and licked for a few moments as Olivia’s body came down, feeling the throbs deep inside slowly subside.

After a moment, Natalia stood up, bringing Olivia’s jeans up and over her hips again. Olivia sat up and leaned heavily against her desk. She’d never look at her office quite the same way again.

“So, you ready to get to that sexual harassment seminar?” Olivia smirked and wiggled her eyebrows.

Natalia barked out a laugh, “Only if you promise not to report me to the boss lady.”

“Oh, don’t fear the boss lady. She’ll find a way for you to work off your indiscretion.”

Natalia quirked an eyebrow and helped Olivia button her jeans back, “I just bet she will and as long as she wears these…I won’t mind at all.”