Ray Palmer tried extremely hard to read the report Finances had just sent him, but it was incredibly hard to ignore the delectable blonde obliviously typing away, as if she hadn't noticed him staring at her every five seconds all morning, at her desk exactly 13 steps away; the number popped into his head without thought. He had walked the distance from his desk to her desk so many times, mostly to bend her over it, then, deciding against it, asked some stupid question he could have easily figured out himself. She sat there in an ocean blue dress that highlighted her glorious curves and beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair floating around her like a delicate halo, sucking an equally blue pen in between her pillow soft berry colored lips. He was going crazy thinking about what he could give her to suck on instead. His mind short circuited thinking about how her lips would look encased around him, beautiful cornflower eyes searching his deep chocolate ones. That's it! He needed a break away from her before he got down on his knees and begged her to suck him. Ray stood up, stretched his shoulders out, discretely readjusted the bulge in his pants, and walked out of the glass office that kept him imprisoned. Felicity looked up, dropping that offending pen from her mouth and smiled.
"Can I help you Mr. Palmer?" He would bet his bottom dollar she knew exactly what she could help him with.
"No, Miss Smoak. If anyone needs me, I'm just going on a bagel and coffee run."
"To the kitchenette or the stall out front?" He swore her sickeningly sweet smile transformed into an arrogant smirk.
"The stall out front. They have the best bagels in town." He chuckled and began walking to the elevators.
"Their smoothies are delicious too. If you're ever in the mood for one, try a Screaming Orgasm. It's on the secret menu only regulars know about. It'll set your standards high and it'll rock your world." He stiffened at the name and knew if he turned back, he would definitely see an arrogant smirk on those fantasy-inspiring lips. He turned and smirked at her.
"I'll probably have a Screaming Orgasm then, but I can't be the only one having one; you'll have to have a Screaming Orgasm too." He smirked at his cleverness.
"I'm anticipating having a Screaming Orgasm with you, Ray." She threw him a sultry bedroom smirk only a succubus would use to drain a man's spirit. And the look did just what it was meant to. She'd also used his first name; she rarely called him Ray, but if she did it was never in the office. He smiled back and turned to the elevator before she could see his pants tightening even further. Felicity's cheeks began to hurt from the large smile that took over her face. Ray wasn't the only one who could tease.
20 minutes, two Screaming Orgasms, which he was surprised to find was actually on the secret menu, though he was slightly embarrassed to ask for, and two bagels with cream cheese later, Ray walked up to Felicity's desk as she was taking a phone message for him. He set the food down and grabbed a chair, pulling it up to her desk. She shot him a grateful and knowing smirk before writing some information down. After a few more minutes she set the phone down and smiled at him.
"Thank you! Bagels and smoothies are just what I needed after the hectic rush of people who magically needed you after you left." She happily spread cream cheese over her warm bagel and took a bite, moaning at the contrast between the warm bagel and cool cream cheese. Ray sat up straighter.
"Maybe I should go handle those things." He was about to get up when Felicity's hand settled on his arm. Sparks shot through them from the contact. Felicity pulled back quickly as if she was burned.
"No, sit and enjoy your Orgasm. You need a break anyway." She blushed and took a sip from her smoothie.
"Ok." An uncertain smile claimed his lips. Ray sat back in the chair and took a sip of his smoothie, eyes widening as it hit his taste buds.
"It's good right?" She looked at him excitedly waiting for his answer.
"Wow yeah, that's really good." He took another sip. The smoothie held a citrusy kick like perfectly squeezed lemonade to complement the sweetness of the apple juice and strawberries. Felicity was right; the Screaming Orgasm set the bar for smoothies.
"I discovered it when I first started working here two years ago. The man in front of me ordered one and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. The man who runs the stall laughed and asked if I was new to Starling City and specifically Queen Consolidated, to which I replied that I was. He made me a Screaming Orgasm on the house and I have been addicted to them ever since. Along with red wine, chocolate, and a Netflix marathon, Screaming Orgasms are my reward for a job well done." Felicity took another sip as if she didn't even notice the sexual undertone of her sentence. Ray quickly cataloged the information away in the section of his brain that knew how many steps were between their desks, which parking spot she liked, how hard she pressed her pen when taking notes, her Big Belly Burger order, and various other things he'd learned after almost 3 months of working with her.
Once they finished their quick snack, Ray threw away their trash and walked back to his office to get started on him work. It was nice to take a break from his work and Felicity was excellent company, with her knowledgeable insight and witty come backs. It had been a while since he enjoyed a good verbal spar where someone could give as well as they got. As he was scrolling through his email he noticed a message from Felicity. He looked up but she was focused on her computer screen. He opened the link in the message and an article from Cosmopolitan titled 'How to give a woman a screaming orgasm' came up. Ray felt his throat go dry. He looked up quickly to make sure Felicity wasn't watching then began to read the article. When he reached the paragraph that was highlighted in blue, he knew this was what Felicity wanted to try; he would gladly do it.
He quickly sent a message that he and Felicity would be out of the office for about an hour in a meeting at one of Queen Consolidated's Starling City locations. He urged his employees to wait until he got back for urgent business or to leave it for tomorrow. Ensuring that they would have some privacy, Ray called Felicity into his office and locked the glass door behind her, drawing the blinds before he turned to her. Felicity shifted in her high heels but looked otherwise relaxed.
"Did you need something, Mr. Palmer?" Felicity's voice sounded slightly uncertain. Was sending him the article a mistake? It was cowardly she'd admit, but if he chose not to try what the article suggested, it would be much easier to shake off than if she'd asked and he'd rejected her. Felicity's thoughts began to run away until her spoke.
"Come here, Miss Smoak." His voice was tense.
'No help there.' She thought as she walked to where he stood. When she stopped, he eyed her up and down, a hungry look that exposed him as the predator, and she as something he was going to devour. Devour being the operative word.
"Sit down." He gestured to his desk. Her brows shot to her forehead in shock but she did as he commanded, moving his keyboard aside. She had to hike the skirt of her dress up some in order to sit comfortably on the desk. Ray's eyes locked on the exposed skin and he traced his hands from her calf to her thigh. Felicity bit back a moan as he began to massage the muscles of her calf. She put her arms behind her to stabilize her body. He drew circles in her calf before moving up high to the back of her knee. She shivered as his nails grazed the sensitive skin there. She heard rustling and opened her eyes to see him kneeling before her. She gulped when he pulled her towards the edge of the desk, resting her leg on his shoulder and slid the hem of her dress higher. He kissed the inside of her thigh then pulled her leg off his shoulder, tracing his lips down to her ankle. He kissed her ankle, then her calf, then the side of her knee, then the inside of her thigh again, letting his tongue draw a small circle around the hot flesh. So focused on his lips, Felicity barely noticed that her skirt was bunched at the top of her thighs. Ray stood up and lifted her off the desk to raise the fabric to her waist, careful not to wrinkle too much above where she would sit. Felicity hissed as her bare butt came in contact with the cool metal of his desk. He kneeled back down and wrapped his fingers around the thin lace of her thong. Ray looked up and their eyes met. Hazy cerulean became entranced in the seductive amber. Never breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled the skimpy yellow fabric down her legs and tossed it into his chair. Felicity took a deep breath at the chill then closed her eyes and let her head fall back, sending blonde strands cascading down her back in waves. Ray took in this picture of her, exposed and willing on his desk; the sunlight from his office window twinkled of her glowing skin and reflected off of her golden hair. 'Beautiful,' he thought.
He nipped lightly at her inner thigh and was pleased when she spread her legs wider. He pulled her closer to the edge of the desk and wrapped his arms around her thigh, coaxing her legs onto his shoulders. He placed his nose closer to her dripping core and took a deep breath, inhaling her musky scent. Felicity felt nerves gripping her; no one had ever done this to her before. She'd asked a boyfriend once, but he refused, saying that he hated the smell, thus demolishing her courage to ever ask again. Ray didn't seem to share her ex's sentiments because he took another deep whiff. Just when she thought she would die from anticipation, she felt his tongue trace her slit. Felicity jumped and moaned at the foreign sensation. He smirked and took another lick, tightening his grip as her hips surged off the desk. He took a few more slow licks, flattening his tongue so every inch of her received attention. He spread her wider with his tongue and encircled his lips over her clit, sucking lightly.
"Oh my," Felicity breathed out, loving the way he pulled her clit back and forth into his mouth. He smirked then let go of her, rolling her clit around his tongue before she could groan from dissatisfaction. He licked deeply around her slit, but refused to fully enter her. His talented tongue traced patterns on her lips; he nipped the soft skin. Felicity wreathed and moaned at his teasing, her mind going insane at the delicious feel of his tongue. Finally he dipped his tongue in her entrance and she moaned his name. Ray looked up, watching her body arch as she released moan after moan. Her breast pressed against the fabric of her dress and he could see her nipples pebbling. He moved her thighs further apart and dug in to the delicious feast spread out before him. She loved how tight his hands gripped her, loved how he pressed himself fully into her. If this was what his sweet mouth could do, how could she handle him being inside her? Felicity rocked her hips against him, nails scraping pleasurably at his scalp and back. She tugged slightly on his hair which turned him on even more than the delectable moans that slipped from her lips. He could feel his cock hardening, begging to be inside her, but this was for Felicity, he could wait until he was alone. He ate her harder and faster, egged on by the way she moaned the syllable of his name. Her breath hitched and he could tell she was close. Ray decided to try a trick he'd read in the article. Felicity's legs nearly hit the ceiling when he vibrated his lips together, sending precious shocks up her spine. She clenched her lower muscles and Ray's hold tightened.
"Oh sweet, oh my gosh!" She moaned, riding his face harder. Her breathing increased and he began to finger fuck her along with vibrating his lips. Felicity couldn't take it anymore, the pleasure was too much. Her body clenched hard and released spilling her essence into his mouth. He gladly lapped up her juice with his tongue, swallowing quickly to taste more of her. Sweet pleasure flowed from her clenched toes and tingled up her spine. She collapsed back on the desk, reveling in the orgasm he'd given her. Once her breathing returned to normal, Ray took one last lick then stood up. Felicity hopped off the desk and began fixing her skirt and hair. He stood up and licked his fingers clean.
"So how was the screaming orgasm?" He asked playfully.
"It set my standards high, and it rocked my world." She responded equally as playful. As Felicity reached for her thong Ray's hand snatched out and grabbed them before she could.
"Oh no, these little beauties stay with me." He smirked, twirling the thin strip around his finger.
"You're kidding me?"
"Nope, I'm keeping these. Besides, I like the thought of you walking around for the rest of the day with no panties on, juices oozing out and onto your thighs. Someone may talk to you and you'll rub your thighs thinking about what happened here, and they'll have no idea that you don't have any panties on. Every time you hear my voice you'll tingle thinking about what my mouth can do to you." Felicity was tingling already at the prospect of spending three more hours with him and no barrier to keep her thighs dry. Ray placed the wet fabric in his pants and unlocked the door. Felicity strode to her desk, legs wobbly like a new born fawn. She was relieved when she sat in her desk without tripping on something. What in the world was happening to her?