Reprimand
Author's Note: Originally published on September 22, 2009
They were interrupted by a loud argument outside his office.
"Shit," Ron exclaimed, scrambling to cover his topless wife with her torn blouse. "Quick! Apparate home."
"I can't, the wards," she stated in a panic as she climbed off his desk.
A loud knock reverberated though the room. "Auror Weasley! I caught two trainees duelling in the lockers."
"Bloody Taylor, worse than Head Boy Percy, he is."
"Focus, Ron."
Another knock broke the tension.
"Hide underneath the desk."
She huffed, but crawled under. He admired her shapely rear before sitting down.
"Come in."
The door flew open and a pompous looking man entered, hauling in two young trainees. "I'll leave them with you."
As the two launched into a loud squabble, Ron felt a curious sensation.
Oh. Fuck. He felt his fly slowly being pulled open. He risked a glance, only to see his wife wink at him mischievously with the zipper tab between her teeth as she tugged downward. He hardened instantly and squirmed in his chair.
"One at a time!" he roared in frustration.
As the recruits argued about who would speak first, he felt her warm mouth engulf his hard cock, her wet tongue tracing a path along the underside. His eyes rolled back, so he surreptitiously slid his hand into her hair and tried to still her movements. She slapped it away and increased her tempo.
"Oh fuck, stop it," he groaned out loud, meaning to admonish his wife, but instead drawing the attention of the two trainees. He flushed as he felt her teeth lightly scrape against his shaft.
I have to get rid of them, NOW!
"Are you alright, sir? You're turning red."
An opportunity.
"I'm extremely angry at your behaviour," he said in his most commanding voice. "Suspension. Three days each. Now get out of my sight."
He cast silencing and locking charms on the closed door, before pulling his sexy wanton wife off the floor to stand in front of him. He bunched up her skirt and roughly tore off her knickers.
"Did it make you wet, love, teasing me with your dirty mouth?"
She licked her lips and eyed him hungrily. "I fingered my cunt when I was sucking you off."
It drove him absolutely mental when she spoke like that. Unable to hold back, he pulled her forward to straddle him on the chair.
"I need to fuck you," he whispered before impaling her on his cock. He gripped her hips tightly and relentlessly pounded into her, her whimpers drawing him closer to the edge as she rode him.
"So hot... hearing you order them," she admitted amidst her loud moans.
He reached up and grabbed her face between his hands, their eyes locking.
"Come for me," he growled.
"Yes!" Hermione screamed as her body shook with waves of pleasure. He thrust hard once more before emptying into her. She collapsed onto his chest and they sat, wrapped up in one another.
"Auror Weasley!"
"Bloody hell," he groaned, "not again."