Part 19 - Under The Table

Another Monday morning. I haven't talked to Malcolm since the dinner at his place but I've thought about it a lot. I haven't come to a conclusion yet but there's only one thing I'm sure of. This thing between me and Downey needs to end. I don't even know how to call it, all I know is that it's wrong and embarrassing. Plus, it's going to mess up my whole personal life. Today I'm finding him and ending this thing once and for all. Hopefully before I have to see Malcolm. I can't worry about two things at a time.

I can say I was practically hiding from Malcolm all day. I didn't really step out of my office, didn't visit his, didn't join them all for lunch. He didn't come to visit me, maybe he didn't want to make me feel awkward or pressured, I don't know.

When I found the courage and replayed all the words in my head I decided to go over to Downey's office. His assistant, Claire, was on her desk outside it so I approached her to ask if he's available at the moment.

"Hello, Ms. Beck. He is available, I was actually about to call you in here in a while" she says smiling and walks with me to his door.

"Great" I smile even though my curiosity is killing me. What does he want now?

She knocks on his door and let's him know I'm here. I hear him giving her permission to leave work now, even though it's one hour left and after she thanks him she lets me in. I get in and shut the door behind me. He's casually sitting on his black leather chair with a busy desk in front of him. He's wearing a beautiful three piece suit but that doesn't surprise me anymore. He's always wearing one.

"How come you're here so early?" he asks after checking his watch.

"I came to talk to you" I clear my throat.

"Oh really? Please, start. I'm all ears" he says and folds his hands to make it look like he's really interested.

Like I couldn't detect that sarcasm in his voice and style.

"It's about us, not that there is an us, I mean about what's been happening lately between you and me,-" I start rambling.

"The fact that we're having sex" he interrupts me and bites his lip while smiling.

"Yes, that" I exhale desperately. He just smirks and licks his lip, he's enjoying my awkwardness.

"What about it, Ms. Beck?" he asks seriously.

"It has to stop. I mean, no more me coming to your house, no more sneaking around in the office and especially no more sex when your wife is around" I say and stay as serious as I can. I don't want to show how fast my heart is beating or how anxious I am by this.

"I see" is all he says.

He stands up and I notice him walking over to my side of his his desk. He slightly brushes his fingers on top of it as he walks in a slow yet demanding way. I'm on my feet in front of his desk and I find it harder and harder to stay calm as he approaches me. He stands right behind me and places his hands next to each one of my sides. I'm trapped between him and the desk so the only thing I do is nervously watching out of the windows.

"We're not a couple, Ms. Beck. There's no point in announcing me something like that" he says with a deep voice.

"I just wanted to make myself clear" I say after taking a deep breath.

"You made yourself pretty clear, I just don't think this is what you really want" he continues with that same knee-weakening tone.

"I think I know better than you what I want or don't want to do" I say sternly, still not turning around to face him though.

"Okay, then prove it" he orders.

"That's ridiculous, how can I prove that?" I chuckle.

"Stop me from doing this" he whispers in my ear and presses himself against me hard.

I do protest to his bossy attitude and try my best to push him away. He obviously saw that coming because he easily held me in place with his strong grip against his crotch. He gently rubbed himself against me in a way that made all my negativity starting to fade away along with my eyes that were shutting. His one hand slipped underneath mine and found its way to the end of my skirt, softly pulling it higher.

"No" I slap his hand away.

"But we've had so much fun in this exact same spot before" he whispers and continues what he was doing before.

"That was a mistake" I reply and grab his wrist -pointlessly- to stop him.

He stays quiet and decides to ignore me completely. In a minute he's pulled my skirt up, my tights down and my panties aside. I feel stupid for letting myself give in to him again but that's all vanished when his strong fingers move inside me. He can't go very fast nor very deep from his position but that's still a beautiful wave of pleasure I'm receiving. My grip on his wrist is now much more loose than it was. I'm holding the desk tightly but that's not enough. I find myself riding his hand which helps him do what he's doing easier and better.

"Turn around" he orders and I obey.

He immediately grabs my hips and positions me on top of his desk. I thought his next movement was going to be kissing me but his lips landed on my neck. His fingers easily slipped inside me again and again. I'm once again in this position where I can't make any noise since we're surrounded by people. God, I hate this.

"Was your date so good that you want to stop our little fun?" he asks out of the blue.

"Can we not talk about my date right now?" I ask gasping.

"So it was date" he clentches his jaw and gets rougher on me.

I roll my eyes and bite my lip intensly to keep away my moans. He seems turned on but somehow angry.

"I'm going to make you forget all about it" he says and gets on his knees.

"Downey, don't" I whimper and keep his head away from my private parts.

He's holding my legs wide open and he doesn't listen to me. He buries his head between my legs and reminds me of the feeling of his greedy tongue flat against me. Words can't describe how magnificent his wavy movements feel against me. I hide my hands in his hair pushing him further into me allowing him to reach deeper.

"Oh my God" I gasp when I welcome his fingers one more time.

His fingers, his bites, his licks, his sucking, everything feels incredible right now. He stops working his magic when he notices that my groans are starting getting louder than they should be and he stands up furiously making some space on his desk for me to reach further on it. My hands travel all over his body and eventually I take off his suit throwing it on the floor while he's occupied with unbuttoning and lowering his pants. He exposes his now hard bulge and in a couple of seconds he's all the way inside me. I grab him by his shirt tightly to avoid screaming like I really want to.

He doesn't have the time to thrust inside me more than a handful of times until the sound of someone knocking on his door interrupts us. We both look at each other panting and panicked. The knock appears again and we hear one of the employees calling for him. Downey pulls out of me and with a quick movement he readjusts his shirt and tie.

"Give me a minute" he shouts to the person outside the door.

"What are you doing? You should've pretended you're not here!" I whisper shout at him.

"Very clever. And what if he sees me when I get out of my office?" he asks sarcastically.

"You don't get to be sarcastic when you're like this" I say back at him referring to his current position. He's naked from his waist and down and going around his desk fixing everything.

"Stop complaining and help me already" he whispers and I follow his lead.

"Get down here" he orders once more pointing at his desk.

I give him a cold look but I don't have time to fight him so I do as he said. When I'm done he sits down on his chair and pulls it far underneath the desk so that whoever comes in doesn't realize he's naked.

"Come in" he shouts and I quickly stretch my arm to grab his suit from the floor.

I shut my eyes nervously, hoping that the employee didn't notice my hand going out of Downey's desk. After I hear him not mentioning anything I exhale silently and wait patiently for this to end.

"Sorry for knocking, your assistant wasn't outside, I didn't know what else to do" he sounds apologetic.

"It's fine, Mr. Bright, I gave her permission to leave early today" Downey clears his throat and says.

"I have my files ready, I was hoping that maybe you could take a look at them" he continues and I think I heard him placing a few folders on his desk.

"Of course" Downey agrees.

Great, now leave us alone.

A few more moments go by and I hear absolute silence. That's when it hits me. This motherf*cker is reviewing the files now. With me underneath his desk and himself almost completely hard. I hit his leg for him to get the idea that he should stop but he doesn't react at all.

I notice his erection getting softer by the minute so I decide that if he doesn't understand that he needs to stop working now with the good way he has to understand it the bad way.

I stretch my arms and slowly slide them up from his ankles to his thighs. He twitches under my touch when I reach his inner thighs and I smirk knowing I have him trapped right now. I get his semi hard erection in my hand and pump him slowly a few times to get him back where I want him to be. He doesn't sound any different even though I kind of waited for him to lose a few words or forget what he was saying.

The first sign of him losing his concentration comes when I gently squeeze his balls and he clears his throat to cover up his sudden absence of breath. I continue carefully pumping him and let my thumb run over his glistening tip. I can notice his biceps getting more tense because he probably has a strong grip on the file he's holding.

I approach him with my mouth and roll my tongue all over his length from the base to the top. His legs immediately move abruptly to stop me but I hold them still. Of course this made a sound and Downey poorly covered it up with a soft excuse me and a weak chuckle.

He tried to remain focused on his work but that wasn't going to happen. Not now that I finally got my opportunity to bring him in a disadvantageous position. Instead of stopping I put him in my mouth deeply and then slowly let him out while sucking him slightly. I can hear his breathing getting heavier and I enjoy torturing him like this.

I repeat the same movement a few more times and the outcome is the same. Downey getting worse and worse at covering his turned on reactions. He's fixed his tie, he's coughed, he's scratched himself but nothing works.

"That's so good" he finally moans when I twirl my tongue around his tip and suck on him.

"Your work, I mean, Mr. Bright, is very good" he clears his throat after realizing what just happened.

"Thank you" he replies sounding confused.

I show no sign of giving up and continue sucking and licking him as much as the situation allows me to. If I do it more roughly unwanted sounds will come out and betray me. It doesn't take more than a minute for Downey to finally give up.

"Just leave everything here, I'll review the rest later" he says quickly.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Downey" he kindly replies and I hear him walking away.

"And please close the door behind you" Downey orders him before he gets out.

Right after we hear the door closing Downey sighs deeply and moves my head away from him by pulling his chair a little bit back.

"Are you out of your mind?" he asks me looking angry.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I make you feel awkward?" I ask innocently.

"You're a real work of art, aren't you?" he asks licking his bottom lip.

I raise an eyebrow and smirk deviously at him. He loosens his tie and eventually throws it away.

"Why are you looking at me? You started something, don't leave it in the middle" he says with a bossy tone.

I roll my eyes but don't have much time to do anything else since he takes control and pushes my head back into him. I take him back inside my mouth but this time I do everything faster. I have to because his hand that's holding the back of my hair is forcing the rhythm.

I suck him hard and with my palm I pump him at the same time. He's tilted his head back against his chair and closed his eyes. He now even can let deep groans of pleasure leave his lips every now and then. His pace gets even faster which makes me gag but he doesn't care.

"That's it.. F*ck me.. Right there" he groans and a couple of seconds later he shoots his hot orgasm deep down my throat.

I take him out of me and force myself to swallow it. I then rest back against his desk and take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Downey is also panting on his chair and looking down at me eagerly.

"I knew you had it in you" he smirks making me shake my head in annoyment.

"Your breasts look great from here" he says looking straight at my half unbuttoned shirt.

"Gosh, I hate you" I groan and stand up to fix my clothes.

"Is that how you treat everyone you hate? If so, I'm sure they're not hating you back" he says standing up.

We're both readjusting ourselves and our clothes and when I'm done he's putting on his suit.

"Nothing like this is ever happening again, do you hear me?" I'm so pissed right now. Pissed at myself, at him, at everything.

"As long as you can keep your hands away from me" he replies cockily.

I just give him a dead look and after seeing in the mirror that I'm alright I leave his office carefully. I make sure no one is looking at me weirdly and that no one seems suspicious and then lock myself in my office for the rest of the day.