The ticking of the clock was maddening. Each second a lifetime. Each minute an eternity. And the fact that this meeting had gone on far longer than you’d expected wasn’t helping in the slightest.
The boring drone of Cypher Pol members sitting around the table continued on and on, and you couldn’t sit still. That itch, that restless need, had been steadily creeping up on you all this time, and other than the subtle rubbing of your thighs together in your seat, there was nothing you could do to alleviate that feeling.
Your eyes had almost exclusively been glued to your partner across the table, Lucci’s own bored expression giving no indication that he realized your restlessness. But you knew better. He was well aware of your predicament. That tiny, subtle sparkle in his eye was all the evidence you needed. Given the setting, he couldn’t help you, though.
And so you sat there, suffering from your building need as the meeting–which you couldn’t remember the purpose of, now that you thought about it–went forth with no end in sight.
You were thankful for the many other CP agents talking at once, the conversation growing heated, as it covered up your small whine. Sitting there was torture. Absolute torture.
Someone cleared their throat, and you looked up to see Lucci staring at you intensely. Focusing on him, you watch as his eyes drift down from your face, obviously ogling the way your white shirt fits over your breasts. The tiniest twitch of his mouth indicated that he liked what he saw.
And just to top things off, the tip of his tongue peeked out from his mouth, wetting his lips with the explicit intent to cause you more grief.
Oh, that bastard was the worst.
“Y/N.” You hear, and your head whips over to see your boss looking at you peculiarly. “Is something the matter?”
“E-excuse me?” You stutter, blinking and sitting up straighter in your seat. Your legs squeeze together, hoping to quell the lust swirling in your veins. Oh, hell, you hoped your pupils weren’t blown out…
“You look to be in pain.” He said, steepling his fingers on the table. “If you need to excuse yourself-”
“Yes! Please…” You say, faking a headache with a hand to your forehead. “I’m not feeling well, unfortunately. I’d like to lay down, if that’s alright?”
He gestured towards the door as permission to leave. You stood from your chair and turned to the door, but a voice behind you made you swallow with excitement.
“Allow me to help Y/N to her room. We wouldn’t want her to faint on the way.”
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You were forever thankful that your room was on the other side of the building, away from the prying ears of those in attendance of the meeting.
Your ragged, debauched moans filled the empty space, accompanied by the squelch of Lucci’s brutal thrusts into your soaking wet heat from behind. You’d already cum twice from Lucci’s skilled and precise fingers, but nothing compared to his cock buried deep inside.
You watched every pump of his hips in action, the mirror directly in front of you giving the perfect front row seat to his concentrated, yet smug expression. Your breasts bounced forwards and backward, on your knees, as you took him over and over. The desperation and unabashed lust in your own face was so damn hot…
Waves of pleasure coursing through you with every drag of his shaft on your slick walls, your eyes close as you lose yourself to the-
“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Lucci mutters breathlessly, for once almost as unraveled as you. “You couldn’t look away from me earlier, don’t start now.”
It was rare for the cold assassin to lose composure, even mid-sex, but something about your intense neediness from before was doing him in as well. His hushed, groaned words in your ear only made you inch that much closer to a third orgasm.
He leans over your back, teeth biting on your ear and causing a sharp gasp from your lips. “Watching you get needier and needier in the meeting, knowing all you could think about was me taking you like this right in front of everyone else…it’s enough to drive any man insane…”
“L-Lucci~!” You groan, hands fisting the comforter as you shivered with need. Your keening whines were music to his ears.
He angles his hips just enough to have you wailing. And before you could call his name a second time, he had you gushing over his cock a 3rd time. Choked moans caught in your throat as your muscles spasmed and shook, the overstimulation edging on pain after so many orgasms.
But his thrusts never slowed. He let out a breath right next to your ear, and a dark chuckle had you nearly on the edge of tears.
“Don’t hold out on me, Y/N, I know you can give me more. I’ll fuck all those orgasms out of you before the night is done.”
Voice hoarse, all you can do is writhe in pleasure, watching him tear you apart in the mirror with such lust.
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