Title: Sucking up to the Boss, or How Sharon Raydor Learned
to Take Orders
By: tayryn
Rating: MA/NC17
Pairing: Sharon/Brenda
Disclaimer: not mine.
Summary: it's a PWP and a ficlet, so it’s too short
for a summary.
Special thanks to my Pal, for beta'ing and helping
with the title!! you rock, Pal o'mine!!
~BS~
Sharon gripped
the edge of the desk.
Her hold on the wood so hard, that her knuckles were turning white, as she
fought, unsuccessfully, to stifle the low moan that rose from deep inside her
throat.
She bit her lips, muffling the sound, when she felt the warm tongue lap at her
swollen folds, and then circle her clit. Sharon
looked down at the blonde kneeling on the floor in front of her... arms wrapped
around her thighs... face buried in her pussy.
A thrill raced up Sharon’s
spine at seeing Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson in that position. She'd
known... just known, that Brenda's mouth was good for something other than drawlin' orders.
It had started as it always did when they were together... a flippant word
here, a scathing look there, and then the refusal to listen by one or both, and
then it had grown, as always, into a full blown argument, with both women
refusing to give ground. With every word spoken, the physical distance between
them had closed until they were standing just scant inches apart.
Sharon didn’t
know who’d made the first move, but all of a sudden, their mouths had crashed
together in an almost feral kiss. Tongues tangled... battled for dominance over
the other as hands fought with clothing to touch skin.
And then they’d stumbled over to Brenda’s desk. Sharon
found herself pushed against it as Brenda yanked her shirt from the waist of
her skirt, fumbled with the buttons before finally pulling the satin blouse
open and spilling Sharon’s
breasts from the cups of her black lace bra.
Sharon had groaned, and clenched her fingers in
Brenda’s hair when the blonde lowered her head and took one of Sharon’s aching nipples in her mouth. It’d
felt great... sending shards of pleasure through her body, straight to her
core... but it hadn’t been enough. She’d tightened her hands in the blonde
tresses and tugged, urging her lower.
In response, Brenda had bit her nipple, soothed it with a lap of her tongue
before finally dropping to her knees. She’d pushed Sharon’s
skirt up then raked her nails along her smooth thighs, not hard enough to cause
pain, but enough to make Sharon gasp, before
she’d ripped the lace panties away and buried her face in Sharon’s creaming sex.
A hard suck on her clit, had Sharon’s attention
returning to the here and now... to Brenda, still on her knees with her face
buried in Sharon’s
pussy. She moaned, and pried one hand from the edge of the desk to clutch at
Brenda’s head, pulling her closer as she ground her sex against the Chief’s
mouth.
“That’s it...” Sharon
gasped when she felt Brenda begin to pump three of her fingers inside her,
concentrating on her clit with her tongue. “Make me come... make me...”
Brenda pulled back, and looked up at Sharon,
smiling internally at seeing the brunette’s chest heaving, her face a mask of
agony as Brenda left her on the brink of orgasm. “I give the orders around
here, Captain...”
Sharon grinned.
“Let me hear you say it,” Brenda said as she thumbed Sharon’s clit.
“You... you give the orders...” Sharon
moaned.
“Better,” Brenda smiled then leaned in to flick her tongue against the
sensitive bundle. “Now...” another flick, “...I am going to make you come...”
another flick and a plunge of her fingers, “...and I am going to make you
scream.”
With that, Brenda covered Sharon’s pussy with
her mouth once more, sucking on her clit and swirling her tongue around it
while she drove her fingers in and out of Sharon’s
tight, wet sheath... over and over...
“Come, Sharon...”
Brenda hummed against her. “Come now...” she curved her fingers just right
inside Sharon as she flattened her tongue
against Sharon’s
clit.
Sharon cried
out as her orgasm exploded through her body, the intense pleasure leaving her
breathless and writhing on the desk as Brenda continued to lap at her with her
tongue.
“Again... come again...” Brenda told her as she thrust her fingers again and
again, suckling on the tiny bundle of nerves still. “Come, Captain...”
“Oh god...” Sharon
groaned and clamped her thighs around Brenda’s head, arching and grinding her
pussy against the Chief’s mouth as she came again. She heard Brenda moan as Sharon’s juices flooded
her mouth.
Brenda continued to move her tongue against Sharon, gently cleaning away every bit of
cream from the captain’s sex. A few moments later, she climbed to her feet,
wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She dropped into her chair and drew
her skirt up and spread her legs, revealing her wet panties.
“Your turn... Captain,” Brenda smiled up at her subordinate officer.
Sharon grinned
and slipped off the desk then dropped to her knees before the blonde. “Yes,
Chief...”
~fini
Back to the Closer page...