Henry cocked his head, a goofy, unsure grin emerging. “Uh, you sure about this?” he asked as she moved slowly towards him.
“I’m sure, Henry,” she responded, not slowing her approach.
“Like, sure, sure? Cuz seriously, if this is a joke…”
“Henry,” she chastised, moving well into his personal space and running a hand down his chest. She cupped him through his jeans and his eyes bugged out. “I’m sure.”
“Uh…” No words would form, which, he realized, was probably for the best at this point.
“Relax, Henry,” she coaxed, trapping him against the wall and squeezing him firmly. He closed his eyes. “No! Look at me.”
The tone in her voice let him know she meant business. “O-Okay,” he stammered, re-opening his eyes and fighting the groan that was building in the back of his throat. He watched as the smirk gracing her face was replaced with an intense look of concentration. Almost like she was studying him. Well, really, that wasn’t such a stretch, was it? After all, this was Magnus he was talking…HOLY CRAP!
Henry forgot his internal struggle with making embarrassing noises and a grunt of half-surprise, half-pleasure escaped his mouth as she opened his fly, found his hard on through his boxers, and stroked him all in one seemingly fluid motion. She didn’t flinch at his reaction, or if she did he was too delirious to catch it. Instead she kept up her ministrations, twisting her hand when she reached his tip and dragging her palm down him, fingernails scraping maddeningly along his sides.
He swallowed hard, watching her hand play over him. His flesh swelled still more and strained against her through the thin cotton barrier. She was close enough that he could smell her shampoo, and he fought the urge not to sniff. Damned wolf. It wasn’t easy keeping his wild instincts at bay.
“You can touch me, Henry,” she told him, breaking the spell her scent had over him.
“Hmm?” Well, sort of.
“Here,” she replied, her unoccupied hand grabbing one of his and placing it on her hip. She was…soft. No, no that was her skirt. “Touch me, Henry.”
He licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on his hand. It was trembling where it lay and he hesitantly slid it up her side, catching her blouse before he met her eyes.
“Magnus?”
“It’s alright, Henry,” she whispered, slipping a finger into the opening of his boxers and letting it hook around his cock. “I won’t bite.”
He groaned, both her words and her contact with his heated flesh causing him to have extremely graphic visuals. She smirked again, drawing him through the opening of his boxers and wrapping her hand around him firmly.
“Unless you’d like me to, of course,” she murmured, thumb stroking his head as she leaned in close to his ear. “I’ve found it it’s best to always be open to reasonable suggestion.”
His hand clutched her blouse tightly, fingers itching to touch the skin he knew was right there. And her breath was tickling his ear.
Giving in to instinct Henry’s hand slid under the silky material, grazing her warm skin before settling on her back. He caught the slight tilt of her head and growled, leaning in just far enough to nuzzle into her neck.
The fingers around him tightened, sliding along his cock and causing his hips to move in synch. His mouth opened and he bit her gently, gaining a soft moan from the woman he’d marked. The sound only drove him further insane, his cock throbbing with pleasure in her grip, his lips, teeth and tongue working along her neck and shoulder.
Henry had been embarrassed beyond belief when his boss had found him in his lab with a dirty magazine tucked inside a tech manual. But hell, if finding him with a raging hard on was enough to get her touching him like this? Yeah, he’d have to buy more magazines.
He nearly cried when her hand released him and she pulled away from him. “I’ve nearly forgotten my manners,” she offered as explanation, turning away from him but beckoning him to follow. He moved quickly, if not awkwardly. “If Doctor Zimmerman were to look at the cameras…”
“Right. Um, yeah.”
“Off to more private quarters, then,” she replied.
He swallowed, tucking himself away as much as possible and yanking his T-shirt down over the resulting bulge. God, that was painful. But the thought of Will, or Ash, if he were really unlucky, seeing him in his full glory walking the halls of the Sanctuary was enough to convince him he could bear the pain.
When he realized they were headed to his room he began to panic. Crap! Had he made the bed? Had the Big Guy? What about his laundry? But the moment the door closed behind him he forgot entirely about how messy his room might be. Magnus was unbuttoning her blouse and beginning to peal it away by the time he had even turned from setting the lock.
“Oh wow. That’s awesome,” he blurted, wincing at his words the moment they left his mouth.
“That’s very flattering, Henry,” she smiled, dropping the blouse behind her and reaching to unzip her skirt. “It’s lovely to be appreciated.”
“Really? I mean, yeah. You’re welcome.”
“Are you going to just stand there, then?” she teased, letting the skirt fall at her feet and then carefully stepping around it. His eyes were torn between her black bra, the matching panties, and the garter with thigh-high stockings. Never before had he seen so much of Helen Magnus. He’d never even caught a peek. He throbbed painfully inside his half-open jeans.
Obviously seeing that he wasn’t going to move she started toward him, kicking off her dress shoes and reaching for his zipper, tugging it down before she moved toward his T-shirt. At that he finally found his nerve, yanking the garment over his head and shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. He kicked them off along with his socks and shoes.
She was backing toward his bed, slowly, reaching behind her for the clasp to her bra and then letting it fall away. The sound that escaped him at his first glimpse of perfection wasn’t one he was proud of, but it made Magnus smile again. A little triumph during an otherwise really awkward moment.
He noticed with astounding clarity that she’d neglected to remove her panties, stockings and garter before crawling backward onto his bed. Oh, wow. All is fantasies were playing out before him. Well, ok, maybe not all his fantasies. But hell, maybe there would be time for chocolate syrup later.
“Would you like me to start without you?” she asked him, the smirk back, full force. She was leaning against his pillows, dark hair spread over the light fabric, eyes sparkling at him in the lingering light. Her hand brushed over her neck, holding him mesmerized as it caressed down her chest, across a breast, and then slowly down her taught stomach. “I must say I was truthfully hoping this might be pleasurable for the both of us.”
He stood motionless only long enough for her fingertips to tease under the elastic band of the top of her panties before he clambered onto the bed beside her. Her hand stilled and he licked his lips, remembering all too well how skilled those fingers were.
Henry wanted to take her hard and fast, both his desire for her and the wolf instinct inside him driving his need to claim her as his own. But the nice guy as well as the romantic inside him needed him to take his time. He wanted to explore, to touch her, to map out exactly where this ride was going to take him.
But he could smell her. Oh, God. He could tell exactly how much she wanted this before he even laid a hand on her. And the growl in the back of his throat could not be contained when she spread her legs apart to make room for him.
He lay atop her, careful not to crush her with his weight as his erection pressed between her legs, seeking entrance. His face was just inches from hers when she moaned, thrusting back against him in response.
He sought her mouth, lips capturing hers fiercely and hand going into her hair to hold her to him. The other slid down her body, pausing at a hard nipple to tug and twist, gaining a groan of approval that he swallowed eagerly. It continued on its path, promising to return later, and slid toward his intended goal.
When his fingers found the top of her panties he pulled his hips back, grunting with the effort to move away from such pleasure and sliding his hand under the elastic. He found her warm, and as his fingers brushed her mound he was surprised to find her smooth. His tongue worked open her lips at the same time he entered her wetness with his middle finger.
“Oh, Henry, yes,” she gasped into his mouth, hips rising to meet his finger eagerly.
He loved how responsive she was to his touch, his palm moving deftly against her clit as he thrust inside her. She was squirming now, moaning under his lips and grinding herself up into his hand. He pulled himself from her mouth, trailing kisses and bites down the throat he had only before admired from afar.
His journey brought him to a neglected breast, nipping and then licking to sooth where his teeth had touched. Her fingers wound into his hair, holding him to her as he sucked the nipple into his mouth, feeling his cock leak where it now thrust hopelessly against the bed sheets. Her other hand somehow snaked its way between them and he gasped around her breast as her finger and thumb plucked at his nipple ring.
It was almost too much, the sensation shooting straight between his legs and making his cock throb and twitch. He reluctantly pulled back from her touch and released her breast, managing to escape her other hand without losing any hair. He moved lower, circling her bellybutton with kisses before traveling further south.
He heard her moan of disappointment when he withdrew his finger, but her eyes watched him darkly as he slipped the digit into his mouth, savoring her taste. When he started to release the clasps on her garter her hands went to the sheets next to her, bunching the material in fists as if she already knew what he intended to do to her.
He licked his lips, peeling down her stockings and seeing her flesh revealed an inch at a time. He had only dreamed of what she might wear under those sexy long skirts and dresses, but the reality was so, so much better. Her legs were smooth and lightly tanned, and he ran his fingers over them as if appreciating a fine piece of art. Or a cool new piece of technology, to be realistic.
He moved to the garter next, urging her to lift her hips so he could pull it down. He hooked her panties at the same time and as he pulled both garments down and off, dropping them mindlessly off the side of the bed he groaned. God, there she was. Helen Magnus was in his bed, naked, wet, and wanting him as badly as he wanted her.
It took all his control not to obey the wolf instinct inside him and jump her right then, to thrust himself inside her in one fluid movement and fuck her for all she was worth. A part of him just wanted to make her his, to mark her and ruin her for anybody else. But he tried hard to rein in those urges, to pull back from his primal needs and appreciate what was happening from his human point of view.
She was still watching him intently, obviously knowing what was running through his mind. “It’s alright, Henry,” she told him, breaking his concentration and causing him to tilt his head in confusion. “You can take me however you want me.”
“Magnus…”
“Just do it, Henry,” she insisted, running a hand down her stomach and over the smoothness he’d felt only minutes before. Her finger dipped into her wetness and he watched as she drew it over her clit, gently circling the swollen bud as her eyelids closed slowly. “Please, Henry. I need you inside me.”
Throwing out any lingering notion of taking things slowly he was on her the next instant. Her arms wound around him and her knees drew up and apart, making a cradle for him as he brought the head of his aching cock to her opening. When her hips pressed upward he thrust forward, entering her hard and in one stroke.
“Ah, God!” she cried out, blunt nails digging into his back.
He pulled out and thrust again, grunting with the effort and the pleasure surging through him. He couldn’t feel anything else but the intensity of it, the raw, animalistic need coursing through his veins as he claimed her. Every hair on his body was at attention, every nerve ending on fire. She was his. He was fucking Helen Magnus and she was now his.
“Harder,” she was pleading, a small voice he could almost hear. “Damn it, Henry! Harder!”
A small part of him must have caught onto her need as he did begin thrusting harder, in faster, short, quick jabs inside her tight body. He thought he heard a chant of “yes, yes, yes” but was too far gone to catalogue the sound.
When her hand drew him closer and her lips and teeth found a nipple ring, however, he couldn’t deny the animalistic cry that escaped his throat. She was working the nipple back and forth with her tongue, then tugging on the metal and sending jolts of erotic pleasure straight to his groin. When she sucked both the nipple and ring into her mouth and moaned against him he could feel the vibrations to the tips of his toes.
His thrusts began to become erratic, his teeth bared in an effort to maintain control. She released his nipple and he heard her cry out his name along with a string of expletives he had never before heard cross her lips, and it proved to be his undoing. She was thrusting up at him in time to his movements and as he felt his balls tighten and his release shoot up and out of his cock, she spasmed and clenched around him, shuddering in her orgasm even as he moved in and out of her one final time.
*****
Pulling the clean T-Shirt over his wet head of hair he looked around his room. Even his twenty minute shower hadn’t erased her smell from his body. As he stared at his rumpled bed he knew that he couldn’t possibly have dreamed something so graphic. But there was no other evidence of her presence, just that undeniable scent that would not leave him alone.
He headed for her office. He wasn’t sure what he would say to her, but he had to know that he hadn’t just imagined the whole thing. Waking up to an empty bed and not really remembering having lain down to go to sleep was a little disconcerting. The last thing he could remember was the intense pleasure of coming inside of her, with her trembling and shaking below him in her own release.
When he found her door open he rapped softly on the wood, seeing her at her desk and not wanting to intrude on whatever it was she was concentrating so intently. But her head came up and a sweet smile crossed her features, making him clear his throat in an attempt to stay off the arousal he felt just looking at her.
“Good morning, Henry,” she greeted, putting down her pen and folding her hands. “How are you feeling?”
“Uh, feeling?” he asked nervously, tugging at his T-shirt and leaning against the doorjamb. How did he feel? He felt like he wanted to fuck her right there on her desk. “F-Fine I guess. Um, you?”
“I feel wonderful, Henry, thank you for asking.” Her eyes were sparkling, though he tried not to notice. “I’ll need you to take a look at the latest security protocols upgrade request I’ve drafted, today, when you have a moment. I’ve emailed it to you.”
“Yeah, ok, sure thing,” he agreed, still unable to shake the feelings that being in her presence were creating down below. Shit. Obviously this was a one time thing. He couldn’t walk around with a boner for the rest of his life.
She nodded and then looked back down at her paperwork, grabbing the pen before pausing and looking back up at him. “Was there something you needed, Henry?”
“Me? Uh, no. No, I was just…checking in, that’s all.” Chicken shit!
“Very well then. I believe Doctor Zimmerman has a session with you this morning?”
Crap! He’d totally forgotten. “Right! Yeah, I’m gonna head over there now.” He turned to leave.
“Oh, and Henry?”
“Yeah Magnus?” he turned back around, hands folded in front of him in an attempt to hide the hard on he was sporting.
“When you’re done with your appointment I’d like you to return here.”
“Ok, but what about the protocols?”
She smirked, biting the end of the pen a moment before speaking. “There are more pressing matters,” she explained, gesturing to the erection he was poorly covering. “After all, you’re going to need someone to take care of that for you.”
His mouth opened but no sound came out. She crooked an eyebrow at him, eyes still sparkling with mischief, and then went back to her paperwork, making him swallow hard and then turn again to leave.
As he walked the hallways on his way to meet with Will he had to fight not to pump his fist in victory. First his appointment, then Magnus. But maybe a stop at the kitchen, first. He knew Big Guy kept chocolate syrup on hand…
~Fin~
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WARNINGS: Graphic Sex, Language
CATEGORY: PWP
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