For Gill (sort of)
From the black-tie event came a secret connection between Harvey and Donna. Not that one didn't already exist, but one that came in the form of sharing tempting stares and sending dirty texts.
A dirty little secret, some might call it. Their dirty little secret.
Harvey was amazed and slightly frustrated when she would purposely tease him and get him all worked up in times right before he had to get up and go have a meeting. A simple text, do me against that window again tonight was all he needed to physically not be able to get up because Pinocchio was sitting in his pants, being a real big liar too.
Until one day, it all stopped.
He had come to work expecting another day of teasing and taunting, until he saw her zoned out, working on what she was actually supposed to be doing.
She didn't have her coffee in her hand, her hair was slightly awry (only he could tell), and her handbag didn't quite match her dress.
He noticed it was a big problem, however, when she turned off the intercom.
Something was very wrong.
And his heart went out to her. Not because he wanted to get laid, but because over the course of the past week Harvey had really realized how amazing she was even without the sex, and was genuinely upset to see her so down.
Before he could deduce what was the problem, however, she walked in. With a clipped voice, she handed him his memos for the day and briefly gave him his schedule for the following week.
"Oh, and on Friday, as you'll have seen, I moved your suiting appointment with Tom Ford to Monday because," an uncharacteristic pause for Donna, "Mike and Rachel are having their engagement party."
A ginormous light bulb lit up in Harvey's head. Besides the fact he was absolutely ecstatic (and maybe a little bit surprised) that his puppy was getting married, he was happier that he had found what was bothering Donna. As impressive as it was that Donna knew everything and anything about him just from the slant of his tie or his signature, no one ever recalled that the reverse was exactly the same. He knew her almost as much as she knew him, and he confirmed that his secretary was currently down in the dumps because even Rachel was getting married before her. The prettier, younger, paralegal. He could sense that Donna was feeling old. And he knew exactly what to do to change it.
"Fine, fine." he airily dismissed. "But I have a question."
"What is it?" she asked, tiredly.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Nothing in particular. I think Pride and Prejudice might be on HBO."
"Oops, send my apologies to Keira Knightley. We're going out."
Her small perk in attitude (only he would have caught it) made him happier too, somehow. "Where are we going?"
"Clubbing."
Her immediate deadpanned expression made him want to giggle like a little schoolgirl.
"Uhm, Harvey? Sorry to break it to you, but last time I checked, we were 36, not 26."
"Relax, it's just an event that a client has invited us to since they just opened their business. That's besides the point. I'm taking you so we can both enjoy ourselves, so," he put on a smirk, "wear something hot."
"Like that'll be a problem. You won't be able to keep your eyes off me, Specter." she walked away with a matching smirk on her face, swaying her hips in a way that reminded Harvey how lucky he was to have ever seen her naked in his office last week.
The thought alone made him internally groan. Whether she had intended to further propel his mind to inappropriate thoughts of her or not, it was happening in his brain.
"Challenge accepted," he said, after her.
~ twenty nine hours later~
Alpha and Omega.
Donna had done it again. He had been waiting for her to come out of her apartment to go to the club when she stepped out and he'd completely lost it. When he had said "wear something hot", he clearly hadn't thought about what she'd actually wear.
Dressed in a black, short, and sleeveless leathery spandex bodycon dress, Donna looked amazing, and Harvey was issuing every ounce of self control not to drag Donna back into her apartment and do her six ways from Sunday.
His mouth was dry and his pants were all of a sudden way too tight, but he had promised to himself he'd make her still feel wanted and young so he decided instead to be a gentleman and cross his legs in a pathetic attempt to hide his arousal.
He didn't see the point, though, because the smirk on her face basically told him she knew about his little… problem. Although if they were honest with themselves, it really wasn't little at all.
He opened the door for her and got in after her. They rode in silence, both glad of the dark interior of the car that hid the small smiles on their faces.
The club was buzzing by the time they got there and for the first time in many years, Harvey felt like a fish out of the water. Despite his reputation to have a mean swagger and a sense of confidence like no other, being around these teenagers squiggling away very provocatively made him a bit uncomfortable. Plus, the loud music wasn't helping anyone.
Donna felt the same way, unsurprisingly. She hadn't really known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. With some couples she couldn't even begin to tell apart where they started and ended. And it wouldn't have been so disturbed, she figured, if the whole place didn't smell like sex and sweat.
"I need a drink," Harvey practically had to yell over the speakers.
She nodded. "Don't leave me for too long."
He threw her a smirk before inching his way through to the bar.
"You wouldn't happen to have any Scotch here, would you?" he asked the bartender.
"No, sorry. Can I get you a flaming tequila shot instead?"
Harvey grimaced. "Sure, bring me one."
As Harvey stared at his fiery drink, he was beginning to regret coming here in the first place. He would have much preferred to have just stayed in and enjoyed Donna's company as they did something trivial, like watch Friends reruns or something.
Wait, what? Like a record player going across a scratch, Harvey's thoughts stopped. Since when did he have such domestic tendencies?
It must be this club. If this had been a bar, a classy one, he would have wanted nothing more than to stay and scope the scene, not stay home and watch TV. To reassure himself, he downed his shot and refused to acknowledge the burn that traveled down his throat. Deciding it was enough to get him through this probably crappy night, he searched the dance floor for his favorite redhead.
Almost immediately, he found her towards the left corner of the room, dancing no less erotically than everyone else. Harvey's eyes popped out; he was impressed, Donna still had her moves. His eyes followed her body down as she shook her hips to the beat of the music with her hands tangled in her hair. Around her were many more people dressed more scantily dancing more suggestively, but all Harvey Specter could look at in the moment was her.
She had always been so damn distracting.
But it wasn't long until his line of eyesight was broken up by a buff, handsome guy who came up to her to "talk". He scowled, walking away from the bar trying to keep his jealousy under wraps, his eye never leaving her.
Donna was slightly alarmed. She had just been minding her own business, dancing to some crazy tunes she had never heard of until this guy approached her. He had said his name was Greg. And sure, he had been nice and she had been flattered that she could still attract attention amongst all these younger folks, but he had slowly inched closer and closer to her and she wanted him to stop. Every inch she stepped back he scooted forward twice fold. She was running out of room to run.
Where was Harvey anyway? His presence would help now, thank you very much. And it wasn't like she couldn't defend herself, she just wasn't in the right circumstances to do so. Greg's initial shocking blue eyes were turning leery but she didn't have enough space to knee him in the balls. She didn't want to fall trying to attack him either, then she'd get stampeded. Having Harvey pretend to be her boyfriend or whatever would be enough for Greg to back off. She kept searching the room.
"Looking for someone, sweetie?" She shook her head no. It was the number one way of looking weak if she had admitted to it. He stepped closer, his hand landing on her waist.
This was it. She was going to have to rip this guy's face off with everyone here to witness it. Good thing she knew a good lawyer.
"Yeah, she was looking for me," she heard someone say in a deep voice behind her.
Donna didn't even need to turn around. By the rate of her instant disgust from Greg's touch to her arousal at this mysterious voice, Donna knew that it had to be Harvey behind her.
"Hey buddy, get lost. I got her first." Greg growled. Donna scoffed, pushed his hand off her, and stepped backwards towards Harvey.
She had been expecting Harvey to beat this guy up or something similar, but instead he looped his arms around her waist as a sign of protection.
"You know why you can't get any girl right now? You don't treat them like property. 'I got her first'? Good luck trying to get laid with that line."
"Whatever, bro. Your girl's a whore anyway." Greg shot back.
Just as Harvey was about to pounce and beat this guy up to a pulp, Donna maneuvered herself to press her backside right up against him to momentarily distract him, conveniently also giving her the satisfaction of feeling his blood go south.
"Let it go. C'mon let's go dance."
Ignoring the hooting and chanting from Greg to fight fight fight, Harvey took her hand and led them both to another place. They found another clearing and they began to dance, but Harvey could tell Donna wasn't feeling it.
"You're not really that upset about being called a whore, right?" he yelled. The loud music was seriously beginning to irritate him.
Her eyes shot up in shock that Harvey had just called her out. They then narrowed.
"I don't think you understand how unpleasant to be called such a thing. You wouldn't know, anyway."
"Excuse me, but I do believe you call me a man-whore about every chance you can."
She smiled. He celebrated the small victory.
"I'm saying I don't understand why you're that upset because you're clearly not one." he continued.
"Yeah, but I might as well be. I'm 36, and all I do is keep sleeping around with other guys I have no intention of having anything with."
"Donna Roberta Paulsen. You look at me. I think you're the most amazing woman I know, and just earlier, I couldn't stop looking at anybody else but you."
"That's because I give amazing head," she shot back, glimmer back in her eyes.
"I- well- I mean, yes," Harvey flustered, "but I can think of a million more reasons why. You're smart, you're funny, you're the only woman who has the audacity to call me out on my shit. You are truly one of a kind, Donna."
Suddenly, things didn't seem so funny anymore. If Donna hadn't been mistaken, it almost sounded like he was being sincere and not saying these things for the sole purpose of comforting her. She couldn't tell how she felt about it, because these things being said never happened for the past 12 years.
"Do you wanna go?" He looked at her eyes curiously.
"No, let's dance."
Before he knew it, Donna had begun grinding against Harvey in the position they had been in before, her back to his front. She was moving seductively on his dick and it only took him a split second to respond by gripping her waist and grinding back into her, hard. He knew she had expected him to have more self control, but he just didn't give a damn anymore. His hard-on hadn't fully died since he saw her walk out of the apartment, because damn this woman. He felt like a teeanger who had just hit puberty again, except now he was too horny to feel ashamed.
Donna threw her arms up with the music, and Harvey took that opportunity to move his hands up to gently cup her breasts. Donna sighed at his actions, pushing into his hands while rolling her head back told him she liked it. As if that by itself wasn't already enough to turn him extremely on, he also began to feel the heat radiating from the ends of Donna's dress. The whole situation was too much, he couldn't bite back a groan.
He moved his head down to her ear.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me, Donna," he whispered, squeezing her breasts with each word. "It's taking me everything to refrain from taking you right here, right now." He pushed his hips into her to show her exactly how much. Her gasp just encouraged him further, now moving one hand to trace lazy circles on her lower stomach.
Donna broke away and spun around to face Harvey.
"Let's go," she demanded.
"Shall I call Ray?" Harvey asked, trying not to sound too excited.
She smiled before she put her hands on his chest and tiptoed to lean in and say,
"I can't wait. I want you right," she nipped his ear, "now.
Harvey's brain was short-circuiting. As enticing as that offer was, he was pretty sure they could get sued for public indecency. He looked at Donna, looked at her body craving for his touch, and swallowed. His brain was telling him no, but it had been a while since he last listened to the rationale of his conscience. Just as he was about to tear her dress away and have his way with her, his brain finally picked up with a logical solution.
"Bathroom," he gasped.
Donna smirked, as if she knew that could've been another, much safer option, but wanted to see him struggle to get to that conclusion.
He growled, before grabbing her and steering them both in between the intertwining bodies. On the way, he realized that though he had common sense not to get it on in front of everyone, as many as five couples clearly did not. He cursed himself now for never being able to unsee all the intercourse happening literally right on the dance floor.
But as the two of them stumbled into the bathroom where Harvey made sure no one was present and the door was locked, all thoughts of the random genitals he had seen in the midst of lights that most likely would give him an aneurysm was forgotten as Donna pushed him against the door and kissed him as her life depended on it.
For a while, all he did was let her. He savored in the feeling of her lips on his, her hands roaming everywhere, and his hands as they braided themselves into her fiery hot hair. For Harvey Specter, sex was usually about the release, his release at the end. However, all he could think of at that moment (Donna had just expertly bit his lip so he would gasp and she could stick her tongue down his throat) was how he could probably do this for a million years. Or until the Yankees finally got their shit together, either one would probably take forever.
His nerve endings were lit and pretty soon, he couldn't help himself from getting distracted from the "dun-tch dun-tch dun-tch" of the techno music, so he decided to flip the tables and push her to a farther wall. This time he had the upper hand, and it wasn't long before his lips were tracing her jawline again as one hand snuck up her leather dress.
"Nice dress, by the way," he commented huskily, "if Ray hadn't been there I would've just pushed you up against my car door and fucked you right there, "
"Why do you think I wore it?" she challenged him, breaths short but smirk still apparent. With that, she pushed him away, hard enough that he fell on the couch behind him. Donna gave him a smoldering gaze before she pulled the zipper down and revealed herself to Harvey, inch by inch.
Harvey's mind was drooling as he slowly saw Donna reveal herself in a black lace pushup bra and the tiniest black thong he had ever seen, topped off with her red, 5-inch, fuck-me heels.
Harvey momentarily questioned if he was actually in heaven, because he didn't know how life could get any better than this. Literally. Scarlett Johansson could come in to the room right now, naked and dripping wet for him, and he wouldn't have given a damn. All he wanted right now was to feel Donna's hot center on his throbbing cock.
He was about to get up and have his way with her until she pushed him down.
"Nu uh, we're gonna get you undressed first." Donna straddled Donna on the couch and Harvey almost lost it as he felt her heat press down on his dick. One hand slid down to cup her ass as she undid his tie, but she stopped him immediately.
"No touching," she grinned, evily, whilst tying his hands together with the now loosened tie.
Donna resumed undressing him, button by button as she ground on his crotch, the contact making them both go a little crazy. Harvey, always believing in there being an alternative way out, refused to just sit there and feel himself grow harder and harder by the moment. As his chest was removed, Harvey found another way to actually be able to do something, and they were currently jiggling lightly right in front of his face, held back only by some lace with little clasp in the front.
He really had to get the guy who invented these kinds of bras some flowers.
With his teeth, Harvey expertly undid the clasp (he could also tie a cherry knot in his mouth too, thank you very much), and relished in the surprised gasp that came from Donna. His eyes darkened as he saw her nipples harden as it became exposed in the chilly air, and his mouth was on her left tit immediately, swirling his tongue around the tip. Even Donna had to stop from the sensations coursing through her body as she threw her head back and let Harvey be in control for a second.
But it was also a second too long, because in the midst of it, Harvey had unwrapped the knot that restrained his hands. With hands anchored on each perfect buttcheek, Harvey picked her up with ease, smiling at her squeal, before setting her on a countertop where she shivered from her back touching the cold mirror behind her. He kissed her then, already missing the feel of her lips on his from seven minutes ago, and this time he had no leather dress blocking his access to her folds. While she haphazardly pushed off his jacket, leaving him in just his trousers, he moved the thong aside and slid two fingers in and began to pump slowly.
"Oh, fuck," Donna panted, her hands now pressed against his bare shoulder blades.
"Like that, Donna?" He couldn't help it, he loved teasing her.
She responded by bucking her hips to the rhythm set. As he went faster, bringing Donna closer to the edge, his thumb began to rub her clit. Donna was close, but before she could reach her first orgasm, Harvey suddenly stopped his ministrations yet again. As Donna prepared to murder him for doing such a wicked thing not once, but twice now, she barely had the time to react when he pulled her down to her feet, and flipped her around. They were now both staring at their reflections at the mirror.
Harvey quickly shed himself of his pants and boxers, before running his hands down her sides as he rubbed his dick along the curve of her ass. Donna moaned from the pleasure of it all.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked her reflection. "Because the view's about to get better."
"Harvey, just hurry up and give me what I want!" Donna moaned, unable to control her reaction to Harvey's dirty talk. She put her hands on the counter and bent over, more than ready to receive the Specter treatment. Her ass was in the air but she didn't care.
"And what is it that you want again?"
She growled as she turned around, eyes lit.
Fear shot through his veins for a moment. He was really going to have to stop spiting her; it might end up killing him.
"I want you to fill me with that weeping cock of yours right now, and I want you to pound into me over and over again until-fuck-"
Donna had been so busy reciting her monologue, she hadn't even registered the fact that Harvey had swiped her clit once before mercilessly burying himself into her. The pleasure was immediate for the both of them, as they simultaneously moaned.
Gripping her hips, Harvey began to move in and out of her, still amazed at how she always felt so good no matter what the position. This time, he figured that it was the heels that made the angle perfect for slamming deep into her. "You're so fucking tight, Donna," he said with each stroke as he picked up the place just enough so that he wouldn't explode like some kind of super rocket.
"Harder, Harvey, harder."
"All you have to do is ask. Look at us in the mirror, Donna." he commanded.
Her eyes shot up to meet his glance while her mouth continued making the sounds that shot right to his dick every time. Literally everything about Donna was perfection and it drove Harvey absolutely wild that he was here, right now, buried deep inside her.
Harvey bent over a little, with his hands leaving her hips and grabbing on to her bouncing tits. Using them as a grip, Harvey used all his energy left to snap his hips quickly and deeply, pistoning into Donna as her moans became louder and incoherent.
"Cum for me, Donna. You feel so fucking good, I could fuck you all day-"
To see her boss being so aggressive and rough with her alone was almost enough to make Donna completely shatter. Harvey was always in control of all aspects of his life- finances, emotions, and lady partners. Seeing him like this, losing control as he groped her fervently made making this last even harder.
"Har-Harvey, I'm so close-"
He bit her neck and that was all it took for Donna to shatter with her most mind blowing orgasm yet. She screamed his name, not caring who would hear her. The world deserved to know about the sex she had just had anyway. After all, even in the throes of orgasm, Donna wasn't apologizing for who she was.
Harvey fit in three more long and hard stroked in the midst of her orgasm until he came with a grunt as well, releasing everything he had into her before pulling out. Sweaty and sticky, they both collapsed on the couch, stark naked.
For some reason, though, Donna wasn't as much tired as she was refreshed. She really could go for another round, and she had made it her duty to get Harvey back for being such a pompous asshole early while he had been fingering her.
Without warning, Donna pounced on Harvey, covering his body with hers. He groaned at the surprise attack, turning him on at a rate he didn't even know he had in him anymore. With ease, she cupped his jaw and kissed him slowly as his hands caressed her back. Donna, being the understanding human she was, did everything in her power to get mini Harvey up and going again. This included sucking on his lip, trailing kisses down his jawline, neck, and nipples, before licking a straight line from his navel down to his most prized possession. Harvey sucked in his stomach in as Donna licked his tip, trying not to lose all his shit. It wasn't long before she was sucking him in her mouth at a rhythm determined by his hands in her hair. Mini Harvey was up and running before he knew it, so fast he seriously considered for a second if the bartender had slipped a Viagra into his drink before he served it.
As much as Donna wanted to be a tease too, she couldn't quite resist him. Though the plan had been to stop right before he was going to blow his load from her blowjob and then tease him for at least a good three minutes before sinking down on him, Donna only had so much self control to wait not even thirty seconds before she used his chest as support and impaled herself on him.
She started off slow, rising up with anticipation before slamming right back into him, the sensation causing Harvey to actually forget how to breathe for moments. He maneuvered his hands onto her hips, helping her up and down as they both groaned at her movements. Harvey, impatient and suspecting he wouldn't last much longer, began to thrust up into her as she slammed down. Being the amazing team they were in the office, the situation did not differ during intercourse, as they both sped up in tempo but with perfect synchronization.
Looking at Donna was all it took for Harvey to eventually lose his shit. His view consisted of her breasts swinging tantalizingly in high circles as he continued to fuck her, along with her half-lidded eyes and continuous o form of her mouth from the pleasure he dealt her. In hindsight, as Donna was stuttering expletives followed by his name, he really had to compliment himself from being able to resist woman for so more than a decade. Now that he had her here, in this position, he wasn't sure if he was ever going to be able to stop picturing pure bliss like this in the form of a fiery red head.
On a particularly hard thrust with Harvey stroking her clit, Donna reached her peak and the spasming of her wall led Harvey to his end too. Both now extremely worn out, she collapsed onto him for a while, just breathing each other in.
Eventually, she curled into him as he wrapped his arm around her, both taking a while to recover.
They left shortly after, both too tired to do anything dangerous in the car except sleep, with her head on his shoulder and their hands intertwined.
Donna smiled as she slept, happier than she had in days.
Leave it up to Harvey to know exactly what would make her feel better.
hey guys! sorry this took so long to update but I never had the time to actually type out what I wanted everything to say. So bit by bit, here's the next chapter, hope you enjoyed the extreme smuttiness. Here's to hoping another update comes in due time and not a month, aiyah. Sorry and thanks for continuing to read!
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