Digital Dirty Talk - Mac
She honestly doesn't remember Neptune being so devoid of viable partners before. She flops onto Veronica's desk, careful to flop around the takeout boxes.
"What's the matter Quartermaster?" Veronica asks, happily shoving more chow mein into her face.
"I need to get laid." The word is a desperate whispering plea as she looks up at the solver of problems.
"While it's a nice offer, I think Logan would be a little upset about me cheating on him."
"More like he'd be upset about not being able to watch."
"Touché." Veronica points her chopsticks at her happily.
In her opinion Veronica should be just as miserable as she is. Where were the commiserations, the plans to get her laid? That was, after all, why she was even mentioning the undiscovered country her underpants had become.
"So...if you're not going to have sex with me, what should I do?" She puts a hand to her heart, "I mean obviously it will take a long time to heal from such a rebuke but..."
"What about that teacher friend of Wallace's?"
"Peter? Been there. Done that."
"And?"
"He thinks were soul mates..."
"And you think he's..." She pulls out the word waiting for Mac to fill in the blank.
"Just as boring in the sack as out."
"Rough...let me think about it."
Mac sits back in the chair and watches the determined look settle into her friends' features.
"How are you in such a good mood with lover boy on a boat, in the middle of nowhere, with all those seamen?"
Veronica face flushes a little and leans forward, waving her towards her urgently.
Rolling her eyes she leans forward, they were alone, her father was doing something with Cliff and Hunter, the only one who would catch their conversation would be a client, and they were getting really good at pretending to be professional.
"Logan and I have been exchanging dirty emails...last night's one was really good." She waggled her eyebrows at her again as she slide back into her chair and took the box of take out again.
"The emails are enough?"
She shrugs, "They make awfully good company while he's away. The moment he's back however...well I want you to hold my calls."
"Will do." She pushes herself up out of the chair, with a salute, and heads back to her desk, "Speaking of calls, you got another call from Mrs. Vandersen wanting an update, she sounded awfully antsy."
"Oh philanderers, how I wish I was better than you." She tells the folder on her desk with a jab of her finger.
With a soft laugh, Mac goes back to her desk to work on something, anything to take her mind off sex.
It doesn't work, nothing works, she's done everything she could think of and everything had a background of sex, bent over this very desk, his hot hands on her skin, thrusting into her, fucking in the cramped space under the desk urgently while clients walked by, his large hand on her mouth keeping the sounds in, her hands full of that stupid pretty blond hair.
Wait.
Stupid.
Pretty.
Blonde.
Dick Casablancas.
He wouldn't think they were soul mates, Dick would take it at face value without reading anything into it.
Maybe she could...
But the idea of just fucking Dick, of all people, wasn't sitting right. She wanted someone that would fuck all this stress and tension out of her, and he could do it.
It was just... What if he didn't want to?
She didn't think she could stand rejection from such a renowned playboy.
There had to be a way to find out if he wanted to have sex with her without just coming out and asking.
Veronica practically danced out of the office towards the coffee machine.
If a naughty email could do that for her friend, surely sexy text messages could tide her over as well.
An email was out of the question, she had no idea what to write and there was no going back from that. It wasn't like that could have been sent in error.
A small text could be an error. If he wanted to fuck her, he'd respond in kind; if he didn't, he'd tell her she had the wrong number.
Okay.
Decided.
She was going to sext Dick Casablancas.
She pulled up his contact info in her phone, newly acquired from Logan before he had deployed. Something about paying her back for any bail money he would rack up while he was gone.
Now she just had to figure out what to send...
She stares at the blinking curser for at least five minutes before she dropped unhappily to the desktop.
Why was this so hard? Everything she could think of either sounded too much like a porno, to be anything other than a joke, or too blunt and awkward.
Research was needed.
She's read eight articles on the art of sexy texting and she feels no more prepared than she had before she had read any.
She bites her lip and writes a message, something simple and true.
Sitting at my desk fantasizing about how hot it would be to do it in the office.
She closed her eyes tight and sent the message, breath held waiting for something to happen.
It takes a couple of minutes but her phone vibrates urgently in her hand.
Dick.
Oh yeah? What would you do if I was there?
It's a relatively tame response and she finds that she's a little disappointed. She wants to feel his words, wants to feel hot and tingly, desperate with words alone; but he's keeping it tame like he doesn't want to scare her off.
What would she do if he was here? Under the desk. She wants him under the desk.
I want you under my desk, I can feel your hot hands on my legs already...
Veronica pops her head out of the inner office door, with a smile on her face.
"What about Dick?" She asks and Mac drops her phone into her lap.
"What?"
"What about Dick." She emphasizes his name like a double entendre, and it takes no time at all to realize that she's talking about having sex with Dick.
"You think he'd..." She trails off because she's not sure she can manage the rest of that sentence. Sure Dick is responding in a relatively positive manner, but he could just think she's someone else.
"Absolutely he would. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"
"How does he..."
Her phone vibrates in her lap sending a sharp thrill through her body.
"Like he wants to devour you, plus that skirt you're wearing today," She looks down at the gray pencil skirt covering her thighs, "he loves that. You show up at his door in that, with some wine or something, and I swear your problem is solved. We can look for a meaningful relationship after we get you laid." She smiles brightly and disappears back into the office.
She picks the phone up from her lap.
What are you wearing
Armed with the knowledge that he has a favorite skirt, she starts another message.
That skirt you like
She feels like there should be more to that.
No panties
She adds because that's got to get the messages where she wants them.
She leaves the phone in her lap for the next message, enjoying the idea of the vibration in such a public place.
It vibrates in her lap and she presses the vibration down into her, she slides the phone up her skirt pressing the vibration against the panties she's not supposed to be wearing.
The vibration wears off, and she pulls the phone out to read the message.
No panties? You bad girl. They too uncomfortable? You're soaked thinking of my hands on you. My hot breath on your legs, pushing your skirt up.
She looks at the dark space under the desk and with a little imagination conjures him up, on his knees in front of her, his heavy hands pushing her skirt up, his hot breath on her skin and its making her wet; actually. properly wet for him.
She needs him to keep going.
Then what
She sends quickly and slides a hand under her skirt to rub herself. The desk is large and has a front so she's adequately covered, but the idea that Veronica or a client or really anyone could catch her, makes it so much better.
Come on Dick. Make me feel something.
The vibration comes again and she adds it to the feel of her fingers rubbing against her. She bites back a moan and when the phone stops vibrating she opens the message one handed.
With the other hand she slides past the damp cotton of her panties and prepares to slide a finger into her, right there in her office.
Fuck you're beautiful, sitting there wet for me, I press wet kisses against the insides of your legs, slowly moving up
She can see it, that beautiful blond hair brushing against the insides of her legs as he moves up her, and she slides a finger in.
"Fuck." She whispers to herself, her eyes shifting from one door to the other, pumping her finger in and out of her, curling her finger and adding another.
She starts a response twice before she cuts the bullshit.
Sorry hard to type with one hand.
She sends the message one handed and tries to focus on her next message, but it's awfully hard with her fingers thrusting roughly into her, legs widening to give herself better access. She can feel something building, and fuck she just wishes he was there, under her desk doing these things to her.
I grab a handful of that pretty blond hair and slide a leg over your shoulder, my heel running hard down your back.
She stares at the message. Come on Dick. I need you.
She bites her lip to keep her noises caged, rubbing and pumping she presses the phone hard into her waiting for his response.
Nothing happens.
"What the fuck?" Disappointed and scared that she'd gone too far, she pulls her phone up while pulling her fingers from her too wet core.
Too rough?
She asks urgently. She hadn't really thought Dick would mind her getting a little rough with him, but maybe he didn't like that. Maybe he wanted to stay dominant, which she could totally do, she just needs this.
The phone buzzes quickly in her hand and she misses the vibration.
Fuck no, please, I slide a finger slowly into you, my tongue flicking hard across you.
There we go. Now we're talking. She looks quickly around the office before sliding her hand up into her skirt again, past her panties and right into her wet, hot, waiting core.
Fuck , she pumps faster, please god , she drops the phone into her lap and slides her other hand into her shirt, rubbing and pinching herself; the images of Dick beneath her being a good 'good' boy. Her breathing is getting heavy when the phone vibrates across her lap again, down her leg and onto the floor.
"Fuck." She hisses and removes her hands from their duties, dropping to the floor to retrieve his next message.
She's on all fours on the floor, her body throbbing and hot, and God please be good, she just want to come, good and hard.
She picks the phone up, sliding her hand up her leg, grazing the skin of her legs slowly, her imagination is in sexy overdrive and the touch is him.
Fuck I want to be inside you so bad, I'm so hard for you... I wish this hand was yours
He is touching himself, and God she wishes it was her hand too, up his hard length, the soft puffs of his heavy breathing against her skin.
She pushes her fingers roughly back into her, building up a rough pace and trying to type out her message to Dick with the other.
"Mac? Everything okay down there?" Veronica's voice is pleasant enough but there's something off about it. God she knows exactly what she's doing, doesn't she?
She holds her phone up, screen carefully locked, in victory as if it had been elusive.
"Found it." She curses herself for saying anything; her voice is lower than usual.
"Okay..."
Mac pulls herself up into her seat, careful to keep the hand wet with her juices below board.
"Have you thought about it any?" She asks, and God please, please, go back into the office.
"It?"
"Dick?"
"Oh umm yeah..."
"And?"
"What kind of wine do you think I should get?"
"If you're wearing that skirt, it could be in a box, silly." She shakes her head in disbelief before disappearing back into the office, this time closing the door behind her.
She sends the message quick
I want you inside me, hard and throbbing, please, please bend me over this desk
She leans down over the desk and tries to maneuver her fingers back up into herself, pumping and twisting, with image of Dick behind her slamming her into the desk, hot and burning across her brain. His hands hot on her skin and gripping hard, pushing her down into the desktop. She can almost feel his breath on her neck, his moans low in her ear.
She holds the phone to a breast, rubbing the hard edge across her hard nipple when another message comes across and sends her closer to the edge as it vibrates against her.
She only pulls the phone out of her shirt once the blissful vibration has stopped.
I push you down onto that desk, bent over it, skirt up around your waist, fucking beg for it.
Oh god would she ever beg for it, she's so close now.
Please, please fuck me, I need it, you
His response time is slower and she knows it's because he's typing with one hand. She wonders if he's using the vibrations of her words, too.
Fuck. The vibrations come again, across her breasts. God this is better than she expected.
God your so wet and tight I slide right in, deep, I bet we can shake that second monitor off your desk.
And with that, it is impossible for him to think she is anyone else, and he's known all along. He's running his hand up and down his length picturing her, and doing these things to her.
I can almost feel you, my fingers are too small, you'd be so much bigger than them, thick and hot. Come for me, touch yourself, hard, rough like you're slamming into me. I want to hear you come from here
She's surprised at herself, a little, as she reads the message over again, but she's too far gone now; she's masturbating at her desk with her best friend on the other side of that door.
Now really isn't the time to be shy.
Not when she was so close.
He takes his time responding and she's okay with that, less interruptions in her ministrations.
She's trying to push herself over the edge when she gets another message.
She moves it quickly into the elastic of her panties and continues, she just wants, needs, needs to come and Dick is doing everything he can do to help from across the city because the messages come in quick succession, the moment one vibration ends another starts up and oh god.
She closes her eyes tight, her imagination, fingers and the vibrations drive her crashing over the cusp.
She bites her lip hard to keep the noise in, Dick's name desperately caged.
She lies on the desktop for a long moment before she slides into her chair.
Ugh, it's stained. She'll never live that down, but she doesn't care as much as she normally would because her body is still thick and warm from her orgasm.
With a sigh she pulls her phone out of its hiding place and looks at Dick's messages.
Sticky, I want to taste your skin as you come, can you feel the thick hot cum, I want you fucking filled, want to hear you come.
Do it.
Come right there, stain that chair, quick before they notice, pump your fingers in deep.
She's temporarily mollified, but the images he's making send tingles to places that should be sated.
She wants to really feel him, deep and heavy, above her, below, beside... fuck she doesn't care. So she sends a message.
my lip is bleeding I had to bite down so hard to keep from moaning your name as I came. I stained the chair... I'm such a bad girl...promise to come over to my place tonight to punish me.
She looks at the last part of the message, for a long time, before she sends it.
What time
Is his quick reply, and a rush of air leaves her. She tries to focus on the nice warmth and satisfaction that's sitting on her, but she had been scared that he'd turn her down.
Nine, you know the address right
Yeah, I'll be there
Its quarter to nine and she is more than ready to go.
She had downloaded a semi discrete vibration app on her phone shortly after the when I see you texts had started. And she's reread their entire encounter twice.
She's discarded her underwear. They had become too uncomfortable -too wet- just like he had said earlier, and is rubbing a finger slowly across herself, waiting for him to arrive and take her like promised.
When I see you I'm going to throw you over my lap and punish you for being a bad girl today.
She's about to slide her finger into herself when there's a knock on the door.
Dick.
She jumps up from her spot on the edge of her bed, and runs to the front door.
She stops short and sucks the wetness off her finger then wipes it against her leg.
Opening the door she finds him standing there, looking at her nervously, a strain in his pants distracting.
"Hey..." She greets him and the word is low and breathy thanks to her pre show. Moving to the side she lets him in.
He looks adorably confused.
"You don't seem surprised to see me."
She can't stop the small smirk as she closes the door. She had been worried for nothing, he had been worried enough for the both of them.
"Why would I be surprised? I asked you to come over."
"So you knew it was me..."
She smiles at him, her hand reaching across the space between them, too much space, and does something she's wanted to do all day; she slides her fingers into that stupid, pretty, blond hair of his.
"Of course I did, who else would I send dirty texts to? Wallace?" The idea is ridiculous, but the anonymity had been her safety blanket, she let's go of his hair and let's her fingers slide down the hot, soft skin of his neck. She can feel him shake a little.
"You want to fuck me." He tells her plainly. She's always liked that about Dick, his lack of tact was oddly endearing.
"You want to fuck me." She returns, forcing herself away from his skin and warmth, and towards the bedroom. She wants him badly and the best way to get that across might be to push him into the bedroom.
She pauses at her bedroom door and waits for him. He's close behind her, his eyes focused on her mouth, " You do still want to teach me my lesson, don't you?" She asks and is pleased with the confidence in the words, the heavy sounding tone.
"I've been thinking about you bent over my lap all day." He tells her, and she can feel the heat in her skin because fuck she's been thinking about that too, " Pushing that skirt up around your hips, the feel of your skin, the sounds you'd-"
She surges forward and crashes her mouth, desperately, against his. She needs the contact, wants to feel him and taste him. He's moving against her, his movements hard and needy. She runs a hand up into his hair again; tugging on that stupid sunshine hair of his, brings a moan out of him that rocks across her whole body.
She pulls back, panting, and he's looking at her like he wants to just die this way, like she is the end all be all, and God it's empowering.
"There are things I want you to do with your mouth Dick, but talking isn't one of them."
He nods his head quietly, and let's her pull him into the bedroom.
She's not exactly sure what to do next, but it's not a problem because Dick sits down on the edge of her bed, grabs her by the wrists, and pulls her over his lap.
"Thank you, God." She mumbles and it's echoed by Dick as his hand slides slowly up her backside, taking the gray fabric up with him, exposing her.
He leans down to speak softly in her ear, " Bad girl." The words are hot, rolling, heavy things that cause her to rub her legs together, needing the friction.
Dick's hand comes down hard on her, and the moaning yelp that falls from her mouth does something to him. His hand comes down again, softly, and he rubs slowly, sliding his fingers down and across her wet opening, but never entering.
He's going to wait for her to beg him, she just knows it, and when his hand comes down hard, jolting her whole body forward, rubbing across his lap, she knows that she will and by the fourth she knows she doesn't want whatever meaningful relationship Veronica has lined up for her. She wants this, him, and when he presses a soft kiss to her cheek she know it won't be hard to sell him on it.