It had started off as something that filled her with dread but after their first night together after he had found her sitting at the bar across from the courthouse that they all frequented and taken her home it had been like a code.
Sergeant Benson. Your office.
That night he had blown her mind. Cassidy's best asset was his skills in the bedroom and she hadn't had much since him to compare to but Dodds had that arrogant attitude that made her both furious and horny at the same time and it sparked something magical when they were together.
So now here she was on her knees for him in her office!
The second she had turned around to see him walking into her squad room a few moments earlier she smirks and spoke before he could.
"Chief! My office?"
She raises her eyebrow slightly at him and she sees his jaw stiffen as he nods.
1-0
He just about throws his jacket on the chair in front of her desk after they enter before she is on her knees for him. She'd locked the door behind them and started to unbuckle his belt before he had even said a word to her. He stayed silent, he wasn't going to risk annoying her and have her stop doing whatever she had planned.
She had taken him soft into her mouth and licked and sucked until he was growing in front of her.
It hadn't taken her long to get him fully hard and she took him in her mouth until he was pushing at the back of her throat.
She was good at this, he thinks. Too good. He grips on her hair and pushes himself further into her mouth and she gags but she doesn't stop. She won't let him win, won't tap out. If he wants her to choke on his dick she'll take it all and smile about it after.
"Oh fuck Benson" he whispers and she knows she's won this round. 2-0. Her head bobs up and down his length and his grip on the side of her desk and in her hair tightens.
"Touch yourself. I want you ready for me" he whispers through a panting breath. Worried he won't last long when he enters her because she makes him want to prove himself every time.
She moves her hand from his length and trusts in her ability to multitask. Moving her head up and down as she undoes her trousers and slips her hands between her legs.
She moans around him and he feels it on the tip of his penis that's pushing at the back of her throat and his head falls back. He had never imagined this would be his life when he had first met her. She was infuriating and stubborn but lord she was so hot. It didn't take long for the anger to turn into lust and he visited her office more than he needed to. Much more. Sometimes just to see her, other times for this. She was addictive, her bratty attitude only got worse in the bedroom and he knew that was the only place she'd truly allow him to take charge of her. He barely got to take charge of her at work after all.
Her fingers press against her clit and she is embarrassed by just how wet she finds herself. He had told her to prepare herself but she was always ready for him. The hate sex element had her quivering every time he walked into a room. She silently begs for him to crack first, for him to grab her by the arm, pull her up and bend her over the desk because he can't take it. She doesn't want to admit she's about to cum kneeling on her office floor in front of him.
Dodds watches her and smirks. He can feel the way her hand grips tighter as it works with her mouth, how her cheeks hollowed in more. The way her breathing is becoming more erratic and she has to take a break to catch her breath. He can tell she is close, she's fighting it but he knows the look on her face just before she's about to come. He debates letting her carry on, seeing if she will try to hide it if she makes herself cum around her fingers with his dick in her mouth but he doesn't want to waste feeling her cum around his own cock so he gives in. He pulls her head back and he leaves her mouth with a pop. She doesn't stop the movement of her hand. She's still stroking his dick right in front of her face and he wonders what she'll do if he comes all over that pretty little face of hers and sends her back to work? That's definitely on his to do list.
He moves his hands from her hair and the table to grip her biceps and pull her up. She groans at the loss of contact between her legs even though she knows she's about to get something much better. She stumbles slightly as she stands, her legs already twitching from how close she had brought herself to orgasm.
He pulls down her trousers and underwear and bends her over her own desk. She grins knowing she'll have this vision of this to think of every time she sits at it until the next time he does it. She leans on her elbows, her hands gripping the edge of the desk and she waits as he stands behind her taunting her. She bites her lip and her leg starts to shake with anticipation. Don't beg. She tells herself.
Eventually he steps forward and places both his hands on her ass. He can see how wet she is for him, her swollen folds waiting to be spread. He dips a finger between them and licks her lips. He would love to taste her right now but he knows they've been in here a while, her squad probably already need her.
"My my Sergeant Benson" he slips a finger inside of her and she groans. "Look how wet you are. Is that all for me"
No. She wants to say but she knows he'd only laugh at her lie so she stays silent.
"Not so chatty now huh?"
"Dodds I swear to god if you don-"
Smack.
She feels his hand on her ass and bites down hard on her lip to make sure she doesn't moan out loud. She wonders if they heard that from the squad room and she's too far gone right now to care. He can feel her walls clenching desperately around his finger still inside her and he grins.
"Chief Dodds to you"
"Fuck you"
He removes his finger from inside her and takes his dick in his hand stroking himself ready. His other hand was still on her ass cheek spreading her open for him.
"That's what you want isn't it Benson? Me to fuck you"
"Yes" she whimpers this time and she doesn't care how pathetic it makes her sound. She pushes her ass back towards him, begging for him inside her the only way she was willing to beg.
2-1
He swipes the tip of his penis between her folds and her head drops down as she keeps thrusting back into him, hoping the next time he will enter her. Her legs spread wider and he holds his dick there waiting for her to thrust back so he can slide inside her.
She moans as she feels his tip against her entrance and she pushes back further hoping he won't move away. A grin spreads across her face when he lets her push all the way back until he is buried inside her. He doesn't waste anytime going slow, he starts to fuck her hard and fast and she grips onto the edge of the desk tighter to stop herself slipping over the edge.
"You know what Sergeant Benson? you are insufferable. Always your way or nothing isn't it?"
"Mhmm" she agrees and his fingers dig harder into her hips. She hopes he leaves marks on her. She loves to look at them to relive the memory.
"Never wrong, always so sure of yourself"
The more he talks the faster he is getting and her moans are getting louder in response.
"Can't even be quiet when I give you what you want can you?"
She tries to concentrate on being quiet, lifting her head back up to take in a deep breath and take both of her lips into her mouth to try and keep her mouth closed. She's doing better than he thought but there's no fun in that so he slips one hand from her hip down to her clit and she breaks instantly.
"Fuckkkk.. I…"
She groans loudly and he has to move his other hand to her mouth to shut her up and he pulls her body backwards so he can hold her in place better.
As she goes backwards her arm swipes out to the side and a load of paperwork goes flying off her desk. He better help tidy that up.
"You're so loud you know that? I'm that good huh Benson?"
She tries to make a no sound but it comes out more of a whimper and he grins knowing she'll be so pissed off at herself.
"Yea. That's what I thought. Show me" his fingers work faster between her legs as he speaks. "Show me how good I make you feel."
He moves his hand from her mouth and slips it under her shirt, pushing her bra up and cupping her breast. He punches her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he feels her body start to twitch.
She leans forward slightly and knocks at her desk. There's a loud scrape on the floor as it moves and more of its content clatters to the floor. She doesn't care though. She grabs aimlessly at something she can grab onto to stop her crying out before reaching behind her and digging her nails into his thigh.
Her body slumps forward as she cums, she's using all her energy to not scream out. Her eyes scrunched together so tight they're starting to water.
"Oh fuck yessss" was all she says for fear she's about to scream her name as her walls tighten around him and she hears a grunt from behind her as he empties himself into her.
She lets herself fall forward onto the desk as her body recovers and she tries to catch her breath. He thrusts inside her a few more times. Even though he was getting soft, being inside her was still the sexiest place he'd ever been.
"You might wanna tidy up that desk Sergeant Benson" he tells her as he pulls out. "Wouldn't want anyone knowing what you've been up to in here would you?"
"You're an ass" she laughs and pushes herself up to a standing position before she bends down to pull her trousers up.
"And I'd sort yourself out. You look like you've just had the fuck of your life"
He stands back to admire his handy work. Her hair was ruffled, her mascara was smudged under her eyes and her top was a mess where her bra was still pushed up over her breast.
"I wouldn't go that far"
"Ooh is that so?"
3-1
She smirks knowing he is going to make it his mission next time to have her tell him just how much she likes it.
She pulls her bra down and wipes the mascara from under her eyes which he assures her now looks fine and sits on the edge of her desk.
"So did you come here for work or for that?"
"For that" he says, shrugging and moving to stand between her legs. "That ok?"
"Yea" she nods and wraps her arms around him kissing him for the first time since he entered the office.
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Amanda's hands were still covering her head as she pushed her face into the paperwork in front of her.
"You think they're done yet?" She asks Fin and he chuckles and checks his watch.
"He's an old man, can't have much more left in him. It's been quite a while"
"It's gross"
"Hey you gotta get it where you can"
She lifts her head up to look at him and pulls a face.
"I think I'll leave it until he goes"
"Yea. That's safest"