Office Hours

by Katrina Jackson

  Alejandro pushed her door open and urged her forward with his body pressed against hers; all semblance of reserve slipping away.

  Deja had never imagined Alejandro as someone who was ever out of control. In her mind, he was always put together and controlled and maybe even a bit bossy. Right now, he was some odd mix of uncontrolled control and it made all of her shiver. Her future fantasies were going to have a field day with this new information.

  The door closed behind them and Deja felt as if her office was quieter than it had ever been. She swore she could hear and feel her heart pounding against her chest; it was deafening but drowned out deliciously by the ragged sound of Alejandro’s breath in her ear.

  When she’d fantasized about what it might be like to finally be with him, she imagined the encounter as frantic, desperate, because she knew she would be frantic and desperate. She couldn’t even count how many times she’d dreamt about tearing his suit from his body, buttons flying everywhere and messy wet kisses ruining her makeup. The reality was so much slower, and not in a bad way.

  Deja clutched her keys to her chest as Alejandro’s hands bracketed her waist and squeezed, s dig he needed to hold her, possess her.

  Deja’s breathing slowed to match his and then sped up as his thumb started to move up and down her hip, slipping just under her t-shirt and over her bare skin. She could have sworn she felt that movement everywhere; on her inner thighs, across the tips of her tightening nipples, over her clit, inside her sex, everywhere she’d fantasized about Alejandro touching her since the moment they met.

  She swallowed a groan as his hand flattened over her stomach in a possessive hold and then he pulled her back against him. They both groaned as the prominent mound of his dick pressed against the curve of her ass.

  “Turn around,” he commanded.

  Deja shivered with excitement.

  5.

  Alejandro was a patient man. He’d been waiting for Deja for over a year.

  A year of watching her out of the corner of his eyes across the auditorium at the monthly Faculty Senate meetings. A year of wasting too much time in the hallways of their building in the vain hopes that he might catch a glimpse of her. A year of training his body to recognize the very particular sound of her heels echoing down the hallway. A year of trying to decide if he should sit next to her at the Provost’s speeches so he could try to decipher each individual note in her perfume or sit where she was in his line of sight so he could study each micro expression as it flitted across her face. A year of running into her in the student union and then his heart matching the beat of the unconscious and impatient tapping of her right foot – always her right foot – while they waited in line for coffee. A year of wet dreams that made him feel like a pre-teen all over again. A year of waiting for the right moment to ask for so much more.

  He’d waited so long that when this moment finally came, he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t electrified by the way her small body felt at his literal fingertips. On the one hand, he wanted to savor every small touch, every brush of his skin against hers, the smell of her, the taste of her. Alejandro loved lists and the one that encapsulated everything he wanted to do with Deja was his longest yet and he wanted to take his time ticking each entry – each part of her body – off it. On the other hand, his head was light with desire and his blood was pounding in his veins as it headed south toward his groin and he didn’t want to take his time; there was no more time to waste.

  But above all else, Alejandro wanted Deja to set the pace of this encounter. He hadn’t waited for all this time just to fuck it up by moving too fast or too slow.

  She turned in his arms and her hip dragged across his painfully hard dick; the sensation was amazing. He just barely stifled a moan, but he couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his lips now that he could finally knew for sure what she felt like and didn’t have to guess. He let his hands move roughly over her hips and up her ribs and then curled his hands so he could run the backs of his fingers up her arms and across her shoulders. And then he lightly cupped the sides of her face with his palms. Finally.

  Her eyes were on his chest and she licked her lips nervously.

  Alejandro used his small reserve of patience he still had to give them both a bit of space. He wanted to pull her to him, but he stopped and held her face in his hands, waiting for their panting breaths to subside.

  While he waited, he took Deja in, watching her with the kind of intensity he normally tried to hide. He’d spent a year wanting more and more of Deja Evans, and he calmed himself knowing that he would get just that soon enough, so he catalogued all the parts of her he hadn’t noticed before. The elegant curve and rounded tip of her nose, her fluttering eyelashes, the soft planes of her cheeks and the slow, wet path of her bright pink tongue as it darted out to taste her lips, Deja never disappointed. He licked his own lips, hungry to follow her example and taste her lips with his own tongue. And then it dawned on him that he could. Alejandro slowly moved his thumb along her jaw to the deep curve of her bottom lip. He caressed it reverently, a silent promise that he would touch her in this exact way if she wanted, if she let him.

  Deja sighed softly and finally lifted her eyes to his. He smiled down at her, hoping to chase the nervous gleam in her eyes away and she sighed again.

  Alejandro bent his body nearly in half, moving slowly toward her, giving her time to stop him if she wanted. She didn’t. When their mouths were less than a hair’s breadth away from finally touching, he stopped again, waiting for her to invite his lips to touch hers the way he’d been dreaming.

  A few months ago, just getting this close to Deja would have been more than enough. He would have taken this bit of almost contact and spun it into hours of erotic fantasies to get himself off and to sleep at night; and, on the worst days, he would have conjured the memory their lips almost touching as motivation to get out of bed in the morning.

  This could still be enough, Alejandro thought to himself. If Deja wanted to stop, he would, he could, so he waited for her to make the next move. When she tipped her head back to brush her lips against his, he groaned and finally moved his tongue past his lips to taste the seam of her mouth and they both exhaled in relief. Alejandro smiled against Deja’s lips.

  The kiss evolved quickly from a tentative exploration into urgent intensity, as all the months of wanting each other made every press of their lips and wet slide of their tongues together full to bursting with meaning.

  Alejandro had spent a year wondering how Deja would feel in his arms or taste on his tongue. He finally had the answers: just right and coffee mixed with chocolate. When Deja pressed her tongue into his mouth, Alejandro suckled greedily on it and she moaned softly into his mouth.

  He cupped the back of her head to deepen the kiss just as Deja pulled back abruptly.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked. His words sounded like a panting groan.

  “Shhhh,” she said, “I’m not sure who’s still here.”

  Alejandro took a deep breath and nodded. He placed his hands on her waist and walked her backwards toward her desk.

  “Wait,” she said pressing her hands to his chest to stop him, but then curled her hands into the lapels of his jacket and pulled him toward her.

  He nodded again and smiled as he pressed his lips against hers again. She giggled into his kiss. He had a sudden urge to hear her make that same sound, but while naked.

  “Wait,” she said again, mumbling against his lips.

  Alejandro frowned as Deja pushed him away, gently but surely. He watched as she pulled her purse from her arm, reminding him that his own bag was still slung across his chest, they’d been so eager to touch each other. He blushed and pulled his bag over his head. They smiled awkwardly at one another as they dropped their bags into one of her office chairs.

  He grabbed the lapels of his coat and Deja stopped him with her small hands on his chest again.

  “Wait,” she whispered again.

  He didn’t know how s
he did it, but that one word did something to him that he could barely explain even with all his years of training. Each time she uttered it, his heart stuttered and stopped, his pulse raced, and his desire peaked. No one had ever made him feel that way before.

  “Is that all you’re going to say to me? ‘Wait?’” he asked in amusement.

  She looked at him through her eyelashes, with a small playful smile on her face. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she ran her hands down his chest. His abs jumped in surprise at the boldness of her touch. She pressed her palms harder against him as her hands moved back up his chest and slipped inside his jacket to push it from his shoulders. It was the single sexiest thing any woman had ever done to him and he was rock hard by the time she threw his coat on top of their bags.

  In Alejandro’s dreams about Deja, this was usually the part when he’d wake up covered in sweat, his dick pulsing and leaking inside his boxers, with his only recourse to take his shaft in hand and close his eyes. He’d stroke himself while he dove back into whatever fantasy he’d been having about Deja, but this wasn’t a dream and in the real world she was even better than he’d ever imagined.

  “I’ve wanted to do that since the day we met,” she whispered, almost shyly, nervously making eye contact. She held his gaze as she backed away until the backs of her thighs bumped into her desk

  “So, my plan worked?” he asked with a grin as he followed her, as if she was reeling him in because she was, even if she didn’t realize it.

  “Your plan?”

  “I might peacock a little. For you,” he admitted.

  Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. “This can’t be real. I’ve literally had dreams about you putting on a suit.”

  “On?”

  “And then taking it off,” she added.

  He burst out laughing. “I’m happy to make that fantasy come true whenever you want.”

  “Oh my god,” she groaned, covering her cheeks and shaking her head in embarrassment.

  Her small groan made every muscle in his body harden. He ran his hands down her sides again; now that he’d touched her, he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. His hands dragged heavily around to her back and down to cover and then squeeze her ass. And then he lifted her up his body.

  She squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist; fitting perfectly against him just like he always knew she would.

  “I’ve had dreams about you too," he whispered against her mouth, tasting her as he spoke.

  She swallowed loudly and licked her lips, her tongue just barely grazing his mouth.

  It was Alejandro’s turn to groan. He squeezed her ass unconsciously as she squirmed against him. He lowered her onto her desk, their mouths close but not touching. They watched each other with hungry eyes as his hands moved to the front of her jeans. Her breath hitched as he toyed with and then opened the button and slowly pulled the zipper open. His fingers snaked inside the waist of her pants, dragging along her skin.

  “Tell me?” Deja whispered as her arms tightened around his neck. “About your dreams?”

  It was a loaded question, Alejandro thought. There were the wet dreams and the other ones, the ones he didn’t mention to anyone, not Mike or his brothers because they were too ridiculous, too far-fetched.

  Deja rocked side-to-side on, lifting her ass from the desk so Alejandro could pull her pants over her hips and down her thighs, just enough to settle his palms on top of her bare legs.

  “Do you know how sexy you are when you concentrate?” he whispered as his right hand moved between her legs.

  Her brow furrowed. “What?”

  In the Faculty Senate meetings, when you get into a groove on your computer, you concentrate so hard that your shoulders hunch just a little bit, you chew on your bottom lip and you squint your eyes,” he said as his left hand moved to her chin so they could lock eyes again. He wanted to see her face as he got her off.

  “And I don’t know what it is about it, but watching you concentrate so hard makes me hard.”

  Deja licked her lips and he dipped his head to follow the wet path with his own tongue.

  “Sometimes,” he whispered against her mouth, “I jack myself off just thinking about you watching me with all that intensity, slouched shoulders and squinting eyes and biting your lip.” He accentuated that last part by biting her bottom lips gently.

  She groaned and he groaned and this time he didn’t go slow. He pressed his mouth against hers, pried her lips apart with his lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He pulled the crotch of her panties with two fingers and they both smiled as his fingers slid along the wet cleft of her pussy.

  “Finally,” he breathed into her mouth.

  Deja tightened her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him harder. She didn’t say it, but he felt the ‘finally in that kiss and the way her pussy quivered around his digits.

  ***

  They knew the walls in this building were old and thin. They knew they needed to be quiet, but Deja’s office was so silent that every sound seemed to boom. Alejandro’s dick pulsed in tune with Deja’s soft gasps and strangled groans. She cried out when his thumb circled her clit and it felt like HD surround sound. He lapped at her mouth, desperate to taste every one of those breathy exhalations.

  Alejandro’s fingers curled inside of her and the soft wet give of her pussy sounded obscenely perfect, but then she moaned his name into his mouth and he nearly doubled over in ecstasy as he pumped his fingers in and out of her again and again and tried to ignore how much his dick wanted to feel her as well. Deja trembled in his arms and around his fingers and nothing had ever felt so perfect.

  Now that he’d had a taste, Alejandro didn’t want to stop kissing Dej or touching her, so he did both. He licked and sucked at her mouth and nibbled at her bottom lip while he fucked her pussy with his fingers with increasing intensity.

  “I’m close,” Deja groaned, her strangled cry making his dick ache.

  He moved his thumb over her clit with each press of his wrist. “I’ve got you,” he whispered to her. “Come for me.”

  And she did. She wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him closer while she pumped her hips into his hand.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as the walls of her pussy started to flutter and clench around his fingers.

  He wanted to hear her cry out but remembered the thin walls at the last minute, so he grabbed her behind the neck and kissed her hard enough to muffle her moans. He shoved his tongue into her mouth just as she shivered violently against him. She screamed into his mouth as quietly as she could, and he drank up the sound until her body had mostly stilled and she broke their kiss to pant through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

  Alejandro kissed the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, her closed eyelids, her forehead, everywhere he could get his mouth without letting her go.

  Deja whimpered when he pulled his fingers from her pussy. Her eyes drifted open and she watched with rapt attention as he licked her essence from his fingers, with heat in her eyes.

  “I think I have a condom in my wallet,” he said.

  Just as Deja opened her mouth, the familiar sound of the janitor’s trashcan rolling down the hallway broke into the quiet of her office and they both froze.

  “Fuck,” she hissed and pushed him away.

  She jumped from the desk and started to shimmy back into her underwear and jeans.

  He tried to help her, but she slapped his hands away. He was offended for a second, but he quickly realized that she was right. If he got his hands near her again, he’d be pulling her clothes back off, not caring if they got caught.

  He forced himself to take a few steps back. He snatched his jacket from the chair and pushed his arms into it with maybe a little more force than was necessary. He slung his satchel back over his head and positioned the bag in front of his prominent erection, unsure what else to do with himself.

  She buttoned her jeans and the
n, equally unsure, said, “Maybe you should leave?” It was a question, but it wasn’t.

  He wanted to tell her that he didn’t want to do that, but the sound of an office door opening and closing followed by the trash can’s wheels rolling again filled the silence between them. It wasn’t a question, but it was the right thing to do. If he hung around any longer – if they waited until the janitor came and went, soon enough they’d be right back where they’d just been; his fingers or his tongue or his dick – wallet condom willing – inside of her. And the next time, she might not be able to stay so quiet; he’d see to that.

  He nodded sadly at her, a fear settling in the pit of his stomach that, if he left, this would be all there was. And as it happened, they’d passed the point of no return. Now that he’d literally had a taste of her, it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until he had her completely.

  Alejandro moved quickly, grabbing Deja behind the neck and pulled her mouth to his. He tried to sear this kiss onto his brain and hers; the pressure of her full lips, the way she tasted, her mouth and her sex, and the way her smell clung to him.

  She whimpered into his mouth and bit at his lips. She was driving him crazy and it took all his will to let her go and force himself away. He turned toward the door and threw a lingering look over his shoulder before he left. On the way to his office, he silently promised himself that this wasn’t the end, just the beginning. He didn’t believe that anything was inevitable, but kissing Deja again was.

  It had to be.

  6.

  Friday

  Deja tried to focus on the student sitting on the other side of her desk, but she couldn’t; she’d never wanted to not be in her office more than at this moment.

  These weren’t her regular office hours and technically Deja wasn’t even supposed to be on campus on Fridays. She was normally home, puttering around her apartment trying to work on her articles, not making any progress and then sinking into a comfortable pit of self-loathing just in time to spend the weekend stressed out. Her Friday schedule was usually packed with tight with sitting at her computer for half an hour at a time, writing a few words, deleting more words and then taking hour long breaks to be self-loathing on social media, or reading a novel or, best of all, having a break down about her career while on the phone with her best friend.