She found herself stealing glances at the man throughout the whole day. She stood behind the camera with the rest of the crew, laughing and enjoying the show, her eyes would often subconsciously meet his, and every single time, she was the first to look away, a slight blush dusting her lightly tanned skin.
Link Neal was something else, entirely. On camera, he was the epitome of innocence, often not even realizing his own dirty jokes until after the laughter rolls in. He just didn't seem like the type of person to push you against the wall with his hips, or bite your shoulder hard enough to make you squirm underneath him, but she was learning new things about the man every day.
Of course, no one else knew about their little escapades, often in the supply closet, once or twice on the GMM table after hours, and a couple times underneath a blanket of darkness in the passenger seat of his car. Her endeavors with Link always manage to spark that fire inside her, no matter the time or place...
Lucy kept her eyes on the papers in hand, shuffling them around in order as she walked back to the main floor, where most of the desks were located. Her job was a mixed bag at the Studio; usually entailing finding the next possible segment idea, brainstorming with the crew on episode ideas, gathering supplies with the business card, and the makeup artist. It was a lot to handle for one person, but Lucy was usually a very organized individual. Except for when Link comes around, that is.
"Hey, Lu?" The all too familiar voice chimed in from behind her, and she stopped and pivoted in place, raising her gaze to see Link poking his head out from the office he and Rhett shared.
"Hey, what's up boss?" She asked, striding toward him without a second thought. Link snickered, fixing his glasses as he stood straight before her, dwarfing her in height.
"How many times do I gotta tell you not to call me that." He mumbled, and Lucy smirked just the slightest at the words, "Sorry, sir." She practically purred, and Link visibly swallowed at the words, his eyes darkening just the slightest behind his glasses. It was something that she was able to pinpoint out now, after her many hours of staring into those cerulean blue iris's.
Link cleared his throat, adjusting his stance as he gazed down at her, "I actually wanted to talk to you about something, uh, show related." He said, his eyes darting from Lucy, to Chase as he walked past the two, throwing a friendly smile their way in the process. She nodded her head, raising her brows and giving Link quite possibly the most innocent look he had ever seen.
"Should I come in?" She asked, motioning toward the office. Link nodded, a little too quickly, before stepping back and gesturing toward the entrance. He barely waited for her to enter the room before hastily shutting the door, and turning the lock.
"Why do I get a feeling this isn't very show related?" She quipped, her eyes on Links large hands as he pulled the blinds to the one window peering out into the hallway, pulling on the string to efficiently shut them. Lucy set her papers down on the desk gingerly, making sure not to mix them up before standing straight, a single eyebrow raised in question.
"Is it that obvious?" He asked, taking his glasses off and placing them on the desk, a wicked smile pulling his lips. Lucy could already feel her heart pick up in her chest at the simple thought of his mouth on hers, spurring her to round the desk and approach the taller man with an excited smile. Link was quick to duck down, pressing his mouth against hers in an embrace that was all teeth and tongue, his broad hands cradling either side of her head as she threw her own around his neck, intertwining her lithe fingers against the back of his head.
"I have waited all day for this, Neal." She breathed out, pulling away just the slightest to meet his hazy gaze, a genuine smile pulling at his lips to reveal his white teeth,
"Sweetheart, you have no idea." He replied, letting his hands slide down her neck, to her shoulders and down her arms. Goosebumps erupted along her skin, her eyes fluttering shut as his touch just barely grazed her skin, before suddenly leaning down and grasping the backs of her thighs, hoisting her lithe frame upwards. Lucy gasped, her hands tightening around his neck as she threw her legs around his lean waist, wrapping them around to interlock at the ankles. Link was quick to press his mouth against hers, muffling out any protests she could have had at the moment with an assault of peanut butter flavored kisses. Lucy, of course, had no protests at all, and peanut butter was actually becoming her new favorite flavor.
Eventually, his mouth trailed off from hers, pressing soft and sweet kisses in a trail down to the sharp curve of her jawline, dropping over the cusp to roughtly nibble at the sensitive flesh right below her ear. Her arm wrapped around his neck, grasping his shoulder as the other ran up and through the thick hair adorning his head, a breathy moan tumbling from her lips. Oh, the things this man can do with his mouth..
"Link." She breathed out, her fingers tightening in his hair and gently tugging, pulling him away with a mixture of a whimper and groan. Her gaze met his, the lust she felt mirrored in his darkened and hazy stare.
"We don't have a lot of time, y'know." She stated, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall behind them. 20 minutes until Lunch was over, until Rhett came back into the office, and she was definitely not ready for that confrontation.
As though the words lit a fire underneath the man, he took a few steps forward, reaching out with one hand to push the contents atop the desk to the side, giving just enough room for Lucy's slender frame to comfortably lean back, Link's tall stature following her down as he moved forward to press another firm kiss to her lips.
"You're gonna need to loose the pants, sir." She breathed against him, her hands moving down to tug on the belt loops of his jeans. Link smiled against her lips,
"I like it when you call me that." He announced, suddenly standing straight, her thighs on either side of his waist. Lucy let out a soft giggle, her eyes darting to the clock, before suddenly reaching down and unbuttoning her own jeans. She was quick to slide them down to her thighs, pushing her knees to her chest to pull them off her ankles in one fluid movement, one that seemed to have mesmerized the man before her, his hands stopping midway between pulling his pants down.
"Wait, stay like that." He breathed out, his gaze darting from her surprised face, to her exposed backside, feet up in the air. He quickly reached forward, fingers slipping underneath the cotton fabric of her panties, and sliding them up her thighs just enough to reveal her wet cunt. Lucy let out a soft sigh at the cool air, before Link suddenly dropped down to his knees, his broad hands laying flat against the backside of her thighs, keeping her in that same position, before dipping down and gliding his tongue along her. Lucy let out a surprised gasp, followed with a hand to her mouth and a strangled, muffled moan. Her verdant gaze was drawn to the clock once more, ticking down the minutes when the office would fill back up, but at the moment, she just couldn't give a damn.
Link moved then, his tongue gliding up to her sensitive nub while he pressed his forearm against the backs of her knees, his free hand roaming down the smooth skin of her thigh, to her entrance. Lucy let out a whimper, feeling him roll his tongue along her sex before suddenly pressing his middle finger against her, gliding it all the way to the knuckles, and twisting.
She keened against the wood of the desk, her back arching upwards despite the drastic angle of her legs. His fingertip dragged along her tight wall, purposely avoiding the sweet bundle of nerves deep inside her. She needed more, a needy moan passing her lips as he steadily pumped, before smoothly slipping his forefinger inside, accompanied by a well timed flick of his tongue against her clit.
Her legs were shaking now, her teeth biting into the fleshly skin between her thumb and forefinger as Link quirked his fingers, as though beckoning her to come. And she did just that.
A shaken moan escaped her, slipping past her mouth to fill the room, her legs jerking upwards and her toes curling inwards, as though folding in on herself. Link pulled back, a cocky smirk adorning his wet lips as he stroked the flame inside her, dragging her orgasm on until she jerked away from his touch.
"Fuck! Oh, shi-ah! She squeaked, pushing her knees together and arching her back, her head hitting the desk lightly, as Link finally pulled away.
"Hey." Link spoke up, and she pushed herself up onto her elbows to glance at the man, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath.
"Did you come?" He teased, the expression on his face was almost too smug, but she let it slide, considering she was still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Just get over here, Neal." She breathed out, pushing herself up with a content and hazy smile, her hands quickly reaching to his pants, impatiently tugging them down his hips to free his straining erection. She dragged her tongue along her lower lip, her hand wrapping around the velvet skin and pulling, bringing Link closer to her in addition.
"We've got ten minutes. Think you can make it work?" She teased, glancing up at Link through her eyelashes, that same innocent look gracing her features and driving a shiver down the mans spine.
"I'm pretty good under pressure." He joked, a shaken groan falling from his lips to finish his sentence, before he reached a hand out to grasp the thick hair at the back of her head, pulling her up to kiss him with with an urgent bite to her lower lip.
