Chapter 34 - Anastasia

After the hearing in front of the partners and my father's dismissal from the firm, Harvey took me out to celebrate. We had lunch, then went for a long walk and when it started getting dark out we decided it was time to go back to his place. 

But first, Harvey wanted to go back to the firm in order to check that his old office is all set up for tomorrow morning. And I can't tell him no when his inner diva comes out...

"Oh, yes..." he exclaims as he walks in the corner office and checks everything, "I'm back in business, baby" he smiles

"Were you ever off?" I chuckle

"No" he smirks. "Want a drink?" he suggests

"Sure" I answer as I walk around the space, checking out the place he works in every day. I hear Harvey pouring us whiskey as I watch out of his tall windows, enjoying New York's night view from the 50th floor.

"And I thought the view of your penthouse was breathtaking" I admit as he walks over to give me one glass

"It's certainly not bad".

I take a sip of whiskey. "You know you didn't have to tell Daniel that last thing back there. You could be a little more discreet"

"A more discreet person wouldn't have stood up in that meeting admitting to drug use in front of all the partners".

Harvey takes a sip from his glass and then sets it down. He stands behind me and buries his face in my neck. "A more discreet person also wouldn't suggest to fuck you right against this window and view" he whispers, making eye contact with my reflection on the window.

"Hm..." I smirk.

Harvey takes the glass from my hand and spins me around towards him. In less than a second, his fingers are in my hair and his lips work over mine. The perfect mix of soft and hard. When I feel his tongue swipe across mine, I whimper. He coaxes me into it, makes me want more by tormenting me with never giving enough.

He pushes his thigh between my legs and shoves me up against the shelves of his record collection. He kisses me roughly now, and I kiss him back matching his pace. My fingers grip his shirt, fisting the fabric and tugging him closer. I want him so much closer. He smells like whiskey, and oranges, and spice.

I grind against his thigh, not caring if it makes me seem desperate. "Fuck, Ana...", his hand slides up the stretch of my thigh until he grips my ass. My clit drags against the fabric that separates us, and I pulse against his leg.

"Atta, sugar. Take it" Harvey chuckles.

He looks down at me riding his leg. His fingers dig into my glute as he moves his forearms, forcing me back and forth on his leg a couple of times. 

And then he stops. He pulls away from me completely, taking a step back.

"Strip" he orders, and he begins to loosen his tie.

Without an ounce of shame, I get rid of my shirt and then my pants, never talking my eyes off of him. At the same time, Harvey unbuttons his shirt and begins undoing his belt.

Not breaking eye contact, I slide the straps of my bra off my shoulders. Harvey proceeds to get rid of his shoes and step out of his dress pants. He takes in a sharp breath when I take my bra completely off and throw it away towards his desk.

"Fuck..." he whispers and drops to his knees before me.

He stops me from removing my panties yet and presses a kiss to my stomach. Now, his fingers hook into the waistline of my thong, tugging it down until it's mid-thigh. And he looks up, his mouth curled in a smirk.

I clench and gasp in surprise when he pushes a finger between my folds. With his free hand, he tugs my leg up over his shoulder, watching my pussy spread in front of him. He dives in with one long slow lick. I squirm against his tongue.

"Would a humble guy ask you to who does this pussy belong to?" he wonders.

I'm already so fucking gone for him.

"It belongs to you" I answer immediately, breathlessly, hoping to save us some time.

He lifts my opposite leg to his shoulder too so I'm straddling his face as he pushes me into the shelves -one hand splayed across my back to hold me in place, and the other wrapped around my right thigh, fingers digging in hard.

He starts off slowly, licking me up each side and then straight through my pussy. He's licking everywhere except my clit. He's probably getting off on teasing me and feeling me squirm against him as I desperately try to shift my hips to hit that spot.

But he doesn't give in. My arousal is building and my legs clamp around him. He drags his hand that was on my stomach down and slides two fingers into me. They go so fucking easy. My pussy parts and squeezes around him as he curls them inside me under the dim lights coming from outside.

Wetness leaks out, making a fucking mess of us.

"Harvey..." she moans, "I need more, please"

"Such a spoiled girl... You can't be a little patient?" he teases

"Please, Harvey. Please..." I beg frustrated, as I grip tighter on the shelves above me.

His fingers brush over my clit like a feather. I lift my hips against his fingers but he pulls it back. He groans and my ass hits the back again. He secures my legs on his shoulders, as he makes sure my back sits steady.

He gives my clit a short massage with his thumb and I pulse. "So tight and ready and needy for me" he groans.

He looks up one more time. He smirks at how desperate I look right now. Just as desperate for him as he is for me.

He slides three fingers back into me and uses his mouth all at once. His teeth graze my clit as his fingers work me, and I let out a little cry. He latches on, sucking me into his mouth and still working his fingers and tongue.

"Oh my God. Harvey! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna..." I moan

And I fall apart. Legs shaking and fingers yanking painfully at his hair as I come apart above him. And I don't even think of staying quiet. I call out his name, probably louder than I should, but I don't care. With his ego, he definitely gets off on people knowing what we're doing in here.

When my limbs soften, he takes his fingers out of me and proceeds to lick my pussy clean. He glances up, and his eyes shine at me. He stand up only when I'm clean, never breaking eye contact.