A/N: I have been working on another chapter for this that I really wanted to get up, but it's an important one and it's just not cooperating at the moment, so here is some finished smut to tide everyone over while I try to pin it down.
Tags: Emma/Killian/Hook, Rough Oral Sex, Phone Sex
It was a slow day. There had been quite a few of those lately, but Killian found he didn't mind in the slightest. Instead of watching the second hand tick its way around the clock face, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift, hook tapping a mindless staccato on the desk as his fingers wound through Emma's soft tresses, nails scraping gently across her scalp as his palm flexed against her.
He hummed, the rumble in his throat a demure precursor to the sounds he knew she would be dragging from him soon enough. The teeth of his zipper groaned as she opened it slowly, teasingly, her nimble fingers parting the front of his briefs and stroking his quickly hardening cock. The cool touch of her hand disappeared and he grunted his displeasure, lifting his hips as she tugged the sides of his jeans lower, dragging them just far enough down his hips that she could free his straining length in its entirety.
"Just like that, Swan," he purred, tongue gliding over his teeth as she pressed the heat of her cheek against him, her other hand sliding back into the taut stretch of his pants and cupping his balls.
Her satisfaction reverberated against his cock as she caressed him with the smooth curve of her smile, enjoying the velvet heat of his shaft as she teased it against her soft skin and wet lips.
"I could do this all day," she murmured, and he leaned back in the chair, enjoying the view of her caged between his legs, her leather jacket abandoned and blonde curls mussed as she worshiped his cock that thick and heavy in front of her.
"Aye, and I'd happily keep you as you are for the remainder of it," he quipped, "but I think we both know that at some point, that would lead to your father walking in on us at a rather...compromising moment."
"You're right – guess I should get down to business then."
She smiled against him, her tongue stealing any answer from his lips as she dragged it up the base of his cock and toward the crown, the taut expanse of her throat bared to him as she lavished his most sensitive areas with soft flicks and caresses.
His fingers dropped to his knee, nails digging into denim as he watched the flicker of her pulse in the beautiful column on her neck, knowing she'd be full of his cock all too soon, her tight throat opening and swallowing around his length. His eyes drifted closed once more as she rounded the head of him with her tongue, sweeping along his belled edge and lapping gently at his slit before gliding lower, tracing the veins that led toward where her hand was massaging his sack.
Killian's back arched in the chair as she molded her lips around his shaft and dragged them back up, settling into a rhythm that had her slicking his flesh with her saliva, her fingers teasing the heat her mouth left behind. Her lips were sliding along his length, swollen and red, but he could see and feel the hint of mischief at their corners, and before he could prepare himself, she'd pulled his cock forward and engulfed the swollen head of him.
"Bloody hell, Swan," he hissed, the tip of his hook scraping along the desk as she firmly pushed his legs back down and swallowed him, keeping her jaw purposefully open so that there was only the barest pressure of her heat wrapped around him, the wet interior of her mouth just whispering against his flesh as she bobbed up and down his length.
The sounds of her breathing around him mixed with the silence of the station, his chair shifting with each stroke her lips made around his cock, each one tightening the slick grip she had on him. His own pulse quickened, his breath heavy in his ears as he listened for sounds of anyone entering the lobby – but instead it was the sound of the desk phone blaring to life that startled them both.
Emma tore her mouth from him just long enough to hiss – ignore it – before sucking him down once more, her tongue and hand striving to make him forget everything other than how she was kneeling at his feet.
"Could be an emergency, love," he rasped, a low moan caught in his throat as she swirled her tongue around him, shaking her head and doubling down on her effort to undo him.
His gaze flickered to the phone that was still ringing, the numbers on the display catching his eye. Grinning down at his wife, he leaned forward and lifted the handheld from the cradle, holding it up to his ear and relaxing back into the chair.
"Storybrooke PD," he answered, biting back a grunt as Emma glowered and dragged the edges of her teeth along his burning skin. "Ah, I see..."
His hips jerked as Emma stretched below him, hovering over his length and sinking down until the head of his cock pressed against her throat, saliva dripping down him and swept beneath her fingers as she rolled them over his balls, squeezing. He bit his lip and leaned further into the chair, hips shifting forward and giving her the room she needed to work as he hummed a response to the person on the line.
"Aye, quite the slow day," he rasped, hook moving beneath the desk to tangle in Emma's hair, encouraging her to take him deeper. "She's a bit occupied, at the moment."
Emma stopped, her annoyance at being interrupted from something she'd been thinking about all morning tempered with curiosity – but the absence of her mouth around his cock had Killian letting out a warning growl and pushing her back down with the heavy curve of his hook, her cheek rubbing against his head slick with precum.
Her eyes narrowed as she took him back in her mouth, a spasm of wet heat between her legs in response to his domineering behavior. She was still curious why he hadn't made his excuses to the caller and hung up, but his next words made everything clear.
"She's been craving it all morning, naughty lass," he groaned, fingers white knuckled around the phone as she lavished his swollen, dark crown with attention, savoring his salty, masculine taste.
"Is that Hook?" she asked, lips curving into a smile against the tip of him, her green eyes dark and needy.
"Aye, Sheriff," he answered, drawing the cool expanse of his hook across her cheek before returning its weight to her head and pushing her back down, "now you best get back to work."
"Tell me what she's doing," Hook's voice demanded through the line, Killian's throat bobbing as he watched his wife suck him back down, their husband's breath heavy in his ear.
"She's in a devil of a mood today," Killian uttered, biting the inside of his cheek until the pain pushed back the tide threatening to rush forward into Emma's skilled mouth, "begging for it all morning, but she's finally got her mouth full now, licking and sucking me down like she needs it to breath..."
"Bloody hell, wish I was there, mate," Hook groaned, "the things I'd do to you both..."
"Tell me," Killian growled, "what would you do if you were here?"
"First, I'd savor watching our wife choke down that thick cock of yours – you know how I love watching her get filled up, the way she squirms against you when you hold her there just long enough that she needs to plead for relief..."
Killian's hook became more insistent against Emma, a groan of satisfaction rumbling from her throat as he pushed and guided her into a better position for taking all of him, the swollen head of his cock finally slipping into the tight sheath of her throat as she swallowed desperately, allowing him entrance.
"She is beautiful like this," Killian praised, gently stroking her head. "Now tell me, husband, does knowing our wife is at work sucking down my cock make your desperate? Are you touching yourself? If you were here, who's warm, wet body would you be sliding into?"
Emma whimpered around him and he groaned, thrusting shallowly into her throat as her nose rubbed back and forth among his dark curls – gods, he was desperate not to lose himself so soon in her tempting mouth. From the other end of the line came the sounds of Hook palming himself and reveling in the pleasure, his breaths panted and heavy, words stuttering as he worked himself over.
"I can see you sitting at your desk, Killian, our wife between your knees...I'd come in and wind my fingers in that hair of yours – I'm sure it's a mess by now – dragging your mouth to my cock and giving it a good fucking while Emma sucks you off..."
"Bloody hell, I want to taste you," Killian groaned, finally allowing Emma to pull back with a desperate gasp, her cheeks pink and lips swollen as she shoved his chair forward and crawled out from beneath his desk, her words rough and careless – fuck getting caught.
She rolled her shoulders and urged him to his feet, his cock throbbing heavily between them as he stood and rammed it back into her mouth. The sounds of her swallowing around him filled the office, saliva hanging from the corners of her mouth and dripping to the floor as she bowed her back and extended her neck, letting Killian straddle her face and bury himself desperately in her throat.
"Fuck, she's taking me so well, Jones," he panted, hair falling across his eyes as he gripped the handheld like his life depended on it and used his hook to steady himself on the edge of the desk. "You should...see her...fuck, if you were here, you'd have her spread across the desk, needy little quim wrapped around your cock while I spill myself down her throat."
"Gods, I'm so close, Killian," Hook panted through the line, the sounds of his fist sliding up and down his wet cock loud enough to be heard. "What I wouldn't give to be buried inside of her right now, to be pressed against you..."
"Our husband knows just what a filthy girl you are, Swan," Killian growled, jerking himself free of her so she could breathe and slapping her flushed cheek with his throbbing shaft, swallowing down the spasm of painful pleasure it brought forth, "how you're taking my cock like a dockside whore right in the middle of the station where anyone could walk in..."
"Killian," she gasped, rising desperately on her knees and trying to maneuver his cock back into her mouth. "Please, need it...need to taste you so bad. Fuck, just give it to me...use me, fuck me..."
"Oh, I'll fucking use you, Swan," he growled, his brace connecting solidly with the back of her head as he thrust forward between her questing lips, not bothering to give her time to inhale as he slammed home, her throat opening around him as he rammed his girth into her abused mouth over and over.
"Bloody hell...fuck, Killian..." Hook moaned, surely hearing the lewd sounds Killian was making as he brutally took their very willing wife. "I'm going to come...wish I was there...spill it inside of her and...and have you clean it up...want to taste myself on your lips..."
Killian's release tore through him on a strangled groan, his balls tight against his body as his shaft pumped rope after rope of his seed down Emma's throat, her neck fluttering around him as she swallowed, sucking in what little air she could through her nose, her face flushed and hair tangled around his brace as he grunted and pulled half free, letting the last of his release spill across her tongue and drip from the corners of her mouth.
"That's it, love," he groaned, his hand still clutching the phone as he dropped it to cradle her head, thumb stroking her cheek as she licked his arousal from his still hard length and swallowed it down, "such a good lass."
"Bloody hell," Hook's broken voice came through the line, Emma letting out a satisfied laugh at the very familiar tone, knowing exactly what he'd been doing while she pleasured their husband.
"Damn right," she purred into the line, resting her head against Killian's brace as he came down from her sweet torture and slipped from her mouth entirely. "As Sheriff, I aim to serve."
"Then I suppose I can look forward to feeling just how wet you are when you return home this evening?"
"Oh, I think that can be arranged," Emma smirked, shifting slightly on her knees and feeling just how sopping wet she was, her panties slick and sliding against her jeans as she moved. Going down on her husbands never failed to make her a complete, needy mess.
"I know you're probably feeling quite empty and desperate, darling, but I don't want you touching yourself, do you understand?"
"Yes, Captain," she breathed, smoothly taking the phone from Killian's hand as he stood and moved to slip his softening cock back into his pants, his hair a sweaty, ruined mess and jeans still hanging around his hips.
"I want that needy cunt of yours all to myself when you return, to taste just how desperate our husband's cock made you – and if you're a very good lass and you beg properly, I'll give you what you need..."
Emma bit her lip, rising shakily to her feet and sitting her weight back against the desk, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Fuck, I need this day to be over," she groaned, the high she'd gotten from enjoying Killian slipping as the throbbing between her legs picked up.
Killian just watched her knowingly, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.
"What are the chances that something bad will happen if we just leave early for the day?"
"Now, now Sheriff," Hook purred through the line, "be patient for me."
Emma sighed as the line disconnected in her ear, her husband's voice disappearing. She dropped the phone in the cradle and turned back to face Killian, his legs caging her in as he caressed her cheek, their noses bumping before he stole a kiss, enjoying the taste of himself on her lips.
"Well, I was going to suggest we get some work done over on your desk, but I'm guessing our husband left you with strict instructions?"
"Yup," Emma sighed, looping her arms around Killian's shoulders and pressing herself into him, trying to ease the ache. "It's going to be a long day."
"Aye, but just think of the reward you'll get for a hard day's work, love," he teased, lifting her easily from his desk and striding across the small space, a huff leaving her chest as he dropped her gently into her own chair.
"That's easy for you to say," she grumbled, turning back to the records on her computer screen. "You already got yours."