Fingering
Splat!
Black ink ran down her hand and some of it splattered against her shirt. This was the third pen she busted today and the second top she ruined. Quinn sighed loudly as she moved from her desk to her small closet where another white shirt adorned with black buttons lay.
She shoved her arms through it angrily.
She was so angry at herself and him. Huck hadn't touched her in over four months and it was starting to annoy her.
At first she assumed he was cheating but quickly knew that if she was boring him then he would let her know, they were very honest with each other. Now she knew he was too caught up in his work. She was aware of how focused he could be and knew it could be years before he actually needed to have sex.
He went a full decade without having sex, she knew a few months was hardly bothering him.
However, they worked together and Huck continued to preach about propriety in the work space. She understood wanting to keep his personal and professional life separate. However, his professional life was messing with her personal life and causing her to go through six tops a day.
"Huck wants to see you." Abby said and paused to look at her then the stained shirt hanging out of the trashcan. "You seriously need to get laid."
"I have plenty of- That's not any of your business! And I would appreciate it if-"
"I went through a pen crisis too. You need to hurry up and get laid." She rushed out of the door before Quinn could throw the plastic mug at her head. Before leaving her office Quinn prepared herself to walk into his office. Sure, they slept next to each other at night sometimes but some nights she would end up sleeping alone. She missed his warmth and would have to remember to be on her best behavior.
Propriety, propriety, propriety.
She knocked on the door and he called her in.
"I just need you to check the feed for me to make sure I didn't miss anything." Quinn nodded her head, she didn't trust herself to speak. "You probably can't see it from over there."
"Oh." Quinn walked over to him taking the seat next to him.
She could smell his cologne and his body wash, she moved closer and felt her thigh brush against his own. She began to think about what it was like to hold him after making love. She enjoyed the way he felt and how close he held her. Quinn watched the footage closely but was still all too aware of her husband sitting beside her.
He hadn't touched her once, not that she expected him to but she was frustrated.
"Is this all you need?" she snapped angrily.
"You don't even know what you're looking for."
"I have some work to do." She said while doing her best to ignore him while walking towards the door. Huck stood up moving quickly and silently, he grabbed her arm and turned her around. "What is it?" she looked down at his hand, it was wrapped firmly around her wrist.
The sight of his hand wrapped around her wrist brought forth a series of naughty memories.
"You're angry and I don't know what I did." His free hand reached behind her and closed the door and locked it. "You changed your shirt for the third time, what happened?"
Huck had been confused, things seemed fine this morning before they left. What happened? Why was she changing her clothes so often? Was she seeing someone else? It felt as if a lead weight was placed on his chest, had she become bored so quickly? He grabbed her other wrist and forced her back against the glass door.
"Tell me, now." he said angrily, Quinn felt the added pressure on her wrist and the way his body was pressed against her own.
It felt great.
She would do anything he wanted in this moment.
"I busted a few pens." She was confused on how he could appear angry one second and completely amused. "What?"
"I'm sorry." He said, he was relieved to hear it was because of pens. He remembered when Abby went through five packs of pens in one work week.
Then she met David and she barely asked for pens anymore.
Huck began to think back and realized he had been spending more time in the office and on his laptop than with his wife. His wife who had asked him if he wanted anything else. Huck tried his best not to get wrapped up in his work but it was a hard habit to break.
"Sorry for what?"
"It's been a while hasn't it?" he asked, she looked away from him and he hated to see her look so embarrassed. "We're at work and we can't-"
"I know." she tried to move away from him but he pressed her back against the glass. "What are you doing?"
"I need to give you something..." Quinn was relieved when he dropped her arms, his hands fell to her waist, he slid his hands slowly along her thighs, "Can you be quiet?"
"Huck we can't-" He pulled down her panty hose slowly, she shivered feeling his fingertips pressing fire into her skin. He tugged at her panties and growled,
"You're wet..."
"Well I couldn't help it, whenever I'm close to you...sometimes...I-" He leaned forward and kissed her.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Huck gave her the passion she craved, she moaned into his mouth and gasped when she felt his fingers spreading her open.
"You have to be quiet." He said between kisses, "I would hate for everyone to know how much you scream."
He pushed his fingers into her slowly, he did his best to muffle her moans with his mouth. Huck began to move his two fingers faster while rubbing her clit.
"Be quiet." he said again, this time he bit down on her neck. He was glad that she still wanted him to do this. Huck was worried that she found someone else and had finally grown bored of him. He had tried to give her space but from the small whimpers and moans she blessed him with it appeared all she wanted was him.
It felt good to be wanted.
On the otherhand Quinn was in a frenzy, she wanted more than his fingers. Kissing him only aggravated her need for him. The way his fingers stroked her pussy was amazing but it wasn't enough,
She wanted more.
She wanted him right here and now on his office floor and she didn't care who heard. Her body began to coil and tighten in a delicious way, she wasn't sure if she was calling his name or cursing under her breath but she didn't care.
She missed being intimate with him, but this would only make waiting until tonight even more unbearable.
The familiar earth shattering sensation overtook her. She writhed and continued to grind against his hand until her orgasm subsided in a myriad of jerky movements. Quinn rested back against the door and sighed, she had been panting before but her breathing returned to normal.
She was wet.
She was sticky.
She would have to wait until tonight to be completely sated and she wasn't sure if she could wait that long.
"I need more and I'm all..." Quinn looked down and saw Huck lifting her skirt and pushing it above her waist. "What are you doing?" she asked and jerked as his tongue darted out and licked her.
"You can wait until I get home..." He said while licking away the juices on her thighs. He knew she was still sensitive and took advantage of the situation. Huck lifted one of her legs and continued to lick her skin.
She taste so sweet and he loved the little sounds she made as he licked her clean.
"Right?" he asked hoping to receive an answer from his first question.
"Yes..." she purred while digging the heel of her black pumps into his shoulder. She would agree to anything if he kept using his mouth like that.
"Good." he said after placing her foot back on the floor, he walked over to the desk and continued to watch the feed of the hotel their client was in.
"That's all you have to say?" Quinn huffed unaware that Huck was watching as she pulled up her panties and panty hose. He licked his lips, he couldn't wait until tonight either. "Tonight you better be on time and don't even think about going near that computer when you get home."
"Don't worry I won't." As she left he repositioned the bulge in his pants. When Quinn walked back to her office Abby stopped her.
"Get laid and do it soon, our client will be here in two days."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Rosen, I will."
Author's Note: Thanks for reading guys. I am still working on my other story there's going to be two more chapters. I haven't forgotten about it or this one. Thanks for the faves, follows and reviews.