The Blue Dress
Chapter Seven: The Boiler Room
She just had to wear that dress again- that damnable sexy blue dress that haunted his orgasms!
He saw her earlier that day in the lobby of their office building and he knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything but those damn blue buttons on that damn blue dress. So he text her, telling her that he couldn't come see her because of one of his "headaches" which was now code for something entirely different.
He hated that. He hated that his libido basically ran his life when it came to her and hindered their case. He knew this would happen. He knew his attraction would distract him but he didn't know that she would also be attracted to him. At least, that's what he thought, based off of the heated kiss they shared yesterday in the file room.
God…she had tasted heavenly, like spice and honey. Her lips were soft but hot against his, pulling and sucking and matching him kiss for kiss. And her body so soft and responsive. The way she wrapped her leg around his, and how her hands explored the expanse of his chest and pushed and pulled at him and scratched his scalp. The way she bucked her hips against his in a dry grind and how hot her core felt when his fingers grazed over it.
It was enough for him to lose it. If it hadn't been for infuriating receptionist's ill timing, he would have happily done so.
But no. Instead he had to run off to a dark corner somewhere and rub one out before he could go to his meeting.
He sighed. Maybe he should go and talk to Mr. Wilson again. Get him off the case and assign her a new partner that had better control than he did. Maybe if he didn't see her anymore, he could regain his control over his libido and focus on work.
The elevator dinged to his destined floor as the doors opened in front of him. Pushing himself off from the wall, he walked in the direction of the archives as he tried to push the images out of his head but they were persistent, nagging almost.
He felt his blood rush when the image of her luscious legs around his hips passed over his thoughts. The phantom sounds of her little pants and gasps buzzed in his ear as he imagined rubbing his fingers over her flesh, teasing her.
He hissed as he continued to imagine what would've happened had they not been interrupted in that file room. Clenching his fist, he felt the strain in his pants grow tighter and decided to make a quick detour. Between the blue button dress and his own imagination, he knew he couldn't press on with his day until he…handled it.
Going to his newest of hiding spots beside the archives, he pushed open the door and walked over to his boiling hot dark hidden corner of the room, unbuckling his pants and pulling at his tie. He licked his lips as he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, succumbing to the images of her riding his fingers against the shelves as his hand dipped underneath the band of his boxer briefs to his now hardened cock. He groaned as he moved his hand over his length, knowing exactly how to bring himself to some semblance of relief, sweat already beading his brow.
Hearing the door open, he quieted but didn't stop, knowing full well that the person wouldn't be able to see him nor hear him over the sound of the creaking boiler pipes. He heard them murmur to themselves but he paid it no mind.
No, he was too busy thinking about her face as he worshipped her with his fingers and the little sounds she made as she neared completion. He imagined turning her around and hiking the dress over her hips while he unbuckled his pants and freed himself. He wondered about the sweet pleasure of entering her again and again and again as she gripped on the shelves and cried out in ecstasy as he plowed into her.
He came with a sigh just as his fantasy Raven came in his dreams. Beads of sweat coated his skin, dripping down beneath the collar of his shirt. He slumped against the wall as the feeling of release and shame hit him all at once.
He really needed to get control of himself.
Sighing, he removed his hand from off himself and wiped his hand on a handkerchief he carried in his pocket before buckling his pants back up on his hips. His brow perked when he heard a feminine cry off by the door. Out of curiosity, he silently moved out his hiding spot to see what was going on.
And what he saw made his jaw drop.
The very woman that he was just thinking about was in the boiler room floor with her blue dress hiked up at her waist and her panties pushed to the side… With her fingers deep inside her.
He stood there, watching her play with herself, completely oblivious to his presence there. He watched, helpless to do anything as he choked on his voice and his body went numb as the blood once again rushed to the place between his legs. He knew he shouldn't have been watching her. He should've made her aware of his presence, to stop all this.
But dear God, it was so fucking arousing.
He shook and shivered, despite the heat, as her other hand came down and played with her clit. He watched as she arched her back and cried out again, her lace and silk covered breasts pushing out of her open dress as her fingers worked faster inside of her. He clenched his fists and swallowed hard as her moans grew more frequent. That was it. He had to stop this.
"Raven," he managed to choke out, hoping she would stop.
But instead, she cried out louder, shaking as she came around her fingers. He stifled a groan as he watched her juices coat her fingers and pour out to the floor, leaning back against the wall, savoring the last bit of her orgasm. He didn't know if his mind was playing a trick on him but he could've sworn he heard his name tumble out of her mouth. Feeling his body again, he stepped out of the shadows and he repeated himself again.
"Raven."
She gasped, her eyes widening before she scrambled to her feet, pushing down her skirt and buttoning the top. She tried to put on a bold face but it was too late.
He saw everything. And it was something he would never forget.
"I… I was looking for the archives," she said, lamely.
All he could do was make a noise of complete disbelief.