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With a sigh, Jill swirled the champagne in her glass, disinterestedly watching the proceedings. There had been speeches upon speeches, and while she recognized that the BSAA needed to do this to keep the corporations and individuals funding their existence happy, she’d never really enjoyed the political side of it all. Watching old men speak about how important it was to keep the world safe got old and boring really fast.
Speaking of being bored, Jill knew who would be even more unhappy than she was. Smiling slightly to herself, she turned her head and searched for Chris in the crowd. As predicted, he was standing near the opposite wall, looking for all intents and purposes like he was ready to bolt. He was scowling, although he probably didn’t even realize he was doing it, gripping his glass of champagne so tight it was a wonder it didn’t break. So, apparently he had beef with the person currently on the podium, speaking about world peace. That was the only explanation to why he was so bummed.
He did look amazing in the suit, though. For once it wasn’t a cheap store-bought one, like Chris had insisted would be fine, but an actually fitted one that hugged his frame in all the ways a good suit was supposed to. Jill had fought tooth and nail to get Chris to have that made, so she figured she deserved to ogle a little bit, to make this whole boring function a little less tedious. She let her gaze slide down his chest to his thighs, and she gave herself a mental high five for making that happen.
Although, Jill had to admit, bribing Chris had been pretty fun. She had barely been able to walk the following morning.
After a moment Chris seemed to sense he was being watched as he turned his head, meeting Jill’s gaze head-on. She gave him a grin, and he instinctively returned it, the scowl gone in a second. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle when he then raked his gaze over her form, and well, Jill certainly didn’t mind. If anything, she shifted a little, making sure that he got a good look at her from the perfect angle.
Jill knew she looked great, in her knee-length silvery dress, that showed off her legs and hugged her curves in all the right ways. It had three-quarter sleeves and a quite modest neckline, and she’d been looking forward to wearing the dress tonight if nothing else. A vast majority of the time she preferred her boots and jeans, but sometimes it felt good to wear five inch heels and a dress that made heads turn.
And it definitely made Chris’ head turn. The look he gave her was so heated she felt a pleasant flutter in the pit of her stomach, and she tipped her chin up slightly to signal for him to come closer. To her surprise, he shook his head, but the surprise melted away a second later when he not-at-all-subtly motioned for her to follow him and slipped out of the nearest door. She knew more than well where that led. They were only two corridors away from Chris’ office, and she would’ve bet anything that was where he was headed.
She also would’ve bet anything that she knew exactly what he had in mind. Good for him, she was more than up for it.
Besides, anything was better than this boredom.
As inconspicuously as she could, Jill made her way through the crowd and to the other side of the room, before slipping through the same door Chris had exited from a few minutes earlier. She was fully prepared to march into his office, thinking he was probably waiting for her there, but as soon as the door fell shut behind her, she was pulled against a wide chest. Chris knew better than to usually surprise her like this, not after everything they’d been through, but she’d been expecting him so instead of a kick in the groin she only gave his shoulder a light, admonishing push.
“You’re lucky I’m not armed, I could’ve stabbed you,” she hissed, even as she already placed her palms onto his chest, enjoying how she could feel the hard muscles through the thin material of the shirt. She spread her fingers wide, sliding her palms down a little, and Chris retaliated by bringing his hands down to her butt. He grabbed generous handfuls, pulling her against himself, the movement making both of them gasp.
Chris took advantage of the moment, too, sealing his mouth over hers, kissing her as if his life depended on it. Even in her high heels she was shorter than him and he used it, angled the kiss so that he could call the shots. It was easy to get lost in the moment, to focus only on the heated kiss and the contact between their bodies, but a part of Jill’s mind was still keenly aware of how they were in a public space. Anyone could open the door on their way to the bathroom or outside for a smoke, and see them making out here like teenagers. So before it could evolve any further she pulled back, tapping his chest with her fingers. “So this is what you had in mind?”
“No, not really,” Chris answered with a hint of a grin. Then before Jill even knew what was happening she was spun around, her back pressed against his chest, with his arms around her waist. “This is more what I was thinking about,” he went on in a hoarse whisper, right into her ear, teasing the shell of her ear with his tongue. He shifted his stance so that her ass nestled against his groin, letting her feel the bulge in his slacks. “You look gorgeous,” he went on, voice reverent.
That was already enough to draw a shiver from Jill, and she let her eyes slip shut as she tilted her head back against his shoulder. “Ditto,” she responded, still content with how fitting the suit was on him. She’d make him wear it any occasion she got. “I told you th—” Her words died in a squeak that she’d deny making to her dying day. Chris was still holding one arm around her waist, but he’d dipped his other hand lower, slipping it underneath her skirt to brush his fingers against the soft skin of her inner thighs, before shamelessly moving to tease her through her underwear.
They’d been doing this for long enough that they knew each other’s dos and don’ts, knew how to push each other’s buttons, and goddamnit he was good at playing her like a fiddle. Momentarily Jill forgot where they were, everything else vanishing from her world except for the way the pads of his fingers were tracing patterns between her legs, teasingly brushing over her clit but never stopping long enough to give her what she wanted.
All she did was shiver in his arms, her head lolling to the side, and he immediately took that as an invitation. He nipped the side of her neck, before letting her feel his rough beard against her skin as he nosed into her hair. She’d cropped it short again, like she used to wear it before everything went to hell in Raccoon City, and even dyed it back to the warm brown it once used to be. The look in Chris’ eyes as he’d seen the new look had already been well worth it, but that wasn’t even why she’d done it. She’d needed something to feel reborn, something to feel like herself again. Somehow something as simple as a hairdo had helped, so she’d kept it.
When Chris started to slide her panties to the side, Jill finally sobered up enough to land back to reality. “Chris,” she hissed, clamping her thighs together to stop him. All it did was trap his hand between her legs, though, but she ignored his distraction attempts and turned her head enough to glare at him. “We are not doing this right where anyone can walk in on us.”
“We’re not?” Chris asked, but all she had to do was give him a look and he relented. “Fine.” He pulled his hand back, slowly turning her back around in his arms, and kissed her short but deep. Then he finally gestured vaguely towards his office. “May I interest the lady in a nightcap?”
Jill laughed, cupping his dick through his slacks. “I know what that nightcap looks like,” she said, smirking as he obviously had trouble trying to pretend such a simple touch wasn’t doing it for him, right now. She let go, instead grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together to pull him along. “But yes. I want it.”
They both might’ve been in their forties but they were giddy like teenagers as they made their way to the office space that Chris had been given when he’d been benched from active duty pending the investigations and the psych evals he had to go through after losing not only one but two of his teams. It had been almost three years and the scars were barely beginning to fade, but at least they had each other now. They’d both been put through the wringer but somehow their jagged edges matched and they found solace and support in each other.
Besides, after years of extensive therapy and training, combined with medical checkups and research into what she’d had in her system while held captive, Jill had finally gotten the all-clear to get back on the field, too. It was exciting as much as it was terrifying, and most of the time she refused to think about it as she wasn’t sure how to handle the conflicting emotions. Above all she was ready, though, ready to get back out there and help Chris make the world a better, safer place.
“I think we should celebrate. It’s been almost ten damn years since we’ve both been out there, at the same time,” Chris said, as if he’d been reading her thoughts. Then again, it was what had occupied both their thoughts for so long, it probably wasn’t as amazing a feat as it first might’ve seemed. He used the hold he had of her hand and spun her around as if they were dancing, grinning as it made her laugh. He kissed the laughter off her lips, before adding a softer, “I can’t wait to kick ass together with you.”
Jill’s heart skipped a beat, for multiple reasons from nervousness to excitement, but she didn’t even manage to figure out what to say before she was spun around, again. Laughing, she let him push her forward and bend her over the table, only glancing at him over her shoulder. “What is it with you pushing me around today?” She reached back, barely managing to hook her fingertips into his bowtie so she could pull him in for a kiss. He moved in, blanketing her, his body feeling huge above her in all the ways that made her shudder pleasantly. Once the kiss broke she licked over her lips, her voice breathless as she added, “it’s kinda hot.”
“It’s not my fault,” Chris said with a grin, “you’re too irresistible.” He placed his palms on her thighs, sliding his hands upwards and taking the skirt along with them. He pushed the dress up until it was bunched around her waist, and with one last kiss he was gone, sinking down on his knees behind her. He didn’t even bother to undress her at first, but closed his mouth over her clit through the fabric, sucking almost experimentally.
If Jill hadn’t been ready, wet, and aching already, this would’ve done the trick. She gasped and widened her stance, leaning over the table so she could use it for support. He was licking and sucking at her, his large palms running up and down her legs, and she pressed her cheek against the cold surface of the desk as she tried not to fall apart all too easily. She even breathed out a sigh of relief when Chris pulled back for a minute to slide her underwear down her legs to throw them aside.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Chris murmured, teasing her labia with his fingertips, almost experimentally dipping one of his fingers inside of her. It was not even nearly enough, if one asked her, but it made tiny little shivers go down her spine as she waited for more. She opened her mouth to tell him he sounded like bad porn, but then he chose that moment to tongue her clit while pushing two fingers inside of her, and all words died in a strangled moan on her lips.
Chris ate her out like a man on a mission, alternating between licking into her and sucking on her, teasing her with his thick fingers. Goddamnit, his fingers had always been magic to her, and she couldn’t do anything but shiver and shiver as he curled his fingers inside of her, rubbing his thumb over her clit in circles, before replacing his fingers with his tongue. Jill’s thighs were trembling, pleasure mounting, and before she even thought it through she was pushing back against his face to gain more of the sensations.
Jill was practically rubbing herself against Chris’ face, loving the differences between his hot, wet tongue and the scratchiness of his beard. She was so close, teetering on the edge, and she practically forgot to breathe as the pleasure kept building up inside of her. She was staring at the door of the office with unfocused eyes, distantly thinking that they hadn’t even locked it so anyone could walk in on them. That was the last thought that registered before Chris flicked his tongue and threw her over the edge.
The orgasm was like an intense wave that rolled through Jill, leaving her gasping and grabbing onto the desk knuckles white. Yet she wasn’t given even a second of reprieve. She barely registered how Chris threw one of her legs over his shoulder, getting into an even better angle to work her through her orgasm with his lips and his tongue. The second climax followed on the heels of the first one, leaving her squirming on the desktop, unsure whether she wanted to push back against Chris’ face or pull away from him. It was both too much and not enough, overwhelming and intense, almost too much to handle, all at once.
As always, Chris knew how far to push, knew how much she could handle even better than she knew herself. He kept petting her leg in slow movements, guiding her down from her second orgasm with his mouth without overwhelming her further.
Even then, when he finally pulled away from her, Jill felt like there was no way she could stay upright on her wobbly legs. She gathered herself enough to push upright, but she still used the desk for support as she slowly turned around. Chris stood up, crowding her against the desk, and kissed her. She could taste herself in the kiss, and that gave her all new sparks of pleasure.
As they kissed, Jill undid the button and the zipper of Chris’ slacks with trembling fingers, tugging his clothes out of the way just enough to free his dick. She laced her fingers around his rock hard cock, shuddering as she thought of how he had gotten this hard just from eating her out. Knowing how much she turned him on was unbelievable, even after all these years, and she kissed him even harder as she had no words to describe how good it made her feel.
“C’mon,” she breathed out against his lips as they broke apart, already giving him a small push with her free hand. She still kept stroking him slowly, enjoying the weight of him in her palm, as they awkwardly made their way to the small couch that Chris had in the corner of his office. It wasn’t even the first time they’d fucked here, even if usually it wasn’t in the middle of a formal function, at least. But he got the idea, anyway, walking backwards until he could sink down to sit on the couch and Jill could crawl in his lap.
Jill straddled Chris’ thick thighs, kissing him again as they shuffled and got into a comfortable enough position on the too narrow couch. She’d have to tell him to buy a bigger one, damnit. Or then they’d need to stop doing it here, which she highly doubted would ever happen. She placed her palms on his shoulders, slowly rocking herself against him, so that his cock slid against her wet folds. It was delicious friction, for both of them, but not what either of them was ultimately after.
“Do you want it?” Jill asked teasingly, scraping her fingers through his beard as he slid the other hand down to his chest, feeling up his muscles through the shirt. She kept rocking against him, slowly but steadily driving both of them out of their minds. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” Chris breathed out, barely audibly. “I want you,” he went on, staring at her from eyes blown black with lust. “You’re so beautiful.” He rested his large palms on her hips, but he didn’t push, he didn’t try to take over control, but let her have the moment.
The words made Jill’s heart skip in her chest but she covered it with a smirk, brushing their noses together. “What happened to the porn talk from before?” she teased. “C’mon, Chris. Now isn’t the time for romance. Tell me how badly you want to fuck me. Tell me how you want to bury your big, fat cock in my wet pussy and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.” She couldn’t stop grinning, knowing that despite how much she might sound like bad porn, it was a thing for Chris. He got off on it, which was evident in the way his fingers flexed on her hips and he involuntarily nudged his hips upwards.
Jill leaned in, as if she was going to kiss Chris, but stopped just when their lips were about to touch. “Tell me how much you want to make me scream,” she whispered, rocking her hips against his.
“You’re killing me,” Chris croaked, his voice breaking. But the words got Jill exactly what she’d been after. Chris used his considerable strength to flip them over until her back hit the couch, and in one smooth movement he lined himself up and slammed right inside of her. It made them both cry out, loud enough that if someone was walking past the office they definitely would’ve heard them. Chris stilled, then, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the sensations of being so deeply connected.
Not that it was any different for Jill. She was panting, her right leg dangling off the narrow couch and her left thrown over the backrest, and she gripped Chris’ shirt knuckles white in an attempt to ground herself. He was big, and although she’d never considered herself a size queen before, she couldn’t deny she was loving it. He was so hard and hot inside of her, it felt almost too much to take, and she couldn’t stop herself from tightening around him.
That earned her another harsh snap of his hips, but this time they somehow managed to swallow back their cries. Then Chris crushed his mouth on Jill’s, the kiss sloppy and unfocused as he started fucking her in earnest. The pace was almost punishing as he took her over and over and over, his hips slamming into hers.
Almost ridiculously soon Jill could feel another orgasm building, and she reached above herself to grab the armrest of the couch as tight as she could. A part of her wanted to touch herself to get there sooner but she knew this’d be over fast as it was, and she wanted to come on Chris’ cock this time around. She hiked her legs apart even further as much as she could in her position, tilted her pelvis up, and the slight change in angle made everything even more intense.
Soon enough Jill was trembling in the throes of her third climax, the build-up of pleasure less an explosion and more something neverending that overtook all of her senses. She was biting her lower lip hard enough to hurt to keep from screaming, and it was all made even more intense with how Chris didn’t even slow down. Not until he abruptly stopped, leaning in to crush their mouths together, only rolling his hips minutely as he came hard deep inside of her.
They kept kissing for a good while, until Chris finally pulled back. Jill felt utterly boneless, unable to even move a muscle, but Chris gave her a smirk and slipped down her body. She wanted to tease him for having a thing for tasting himself in her, but no words got out as she was gently coaxed through yet another peak.
After that, before Chris could get any ideas, Jill reached out her hands and gestured for him to come closer. She kissed him, cupping his face between her palms, slowly stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. The kiss didn’t last long with how breathless they both were, but it left them both smiling a little goofily.
Finally, Jill struggled to sit upright, her skirt still bunched around her waist and her underwear nowhere in sight. She had sweated through her dress, her hair a horrible mess, and she was certain she looked every bit as well-fucked as she felt. Not that it wasn’t immediately visible in Chris, too, what he’d been up to. He’d tucked himself back in his pants but he was flushed and his clothes were in disarray, not to mention how he kept grinning even though earlier he’d looked every bit ready to yell at anyone who’d make the mistake of talking to him.
“So,” Jill said, slowly pushing herself up, her legs surprisingly steady, considering. She smoothed down her dress, casting around one last glance in hopes of locating her underwear, even though she was fairly certain those were soaked through and not very comfortable. “You want to go back into the party?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
Chris stepped closer, slipping an arm around her waist. “Only if you’ll let me fuck you behind the buffet table. You could sit on my lap and no one would notice.”
“Oh fuck no,” Jill huffed, elbowing his side, making them both laugh. It was rare, nowadays, to feel as truly carefree as she did now, and a part of Jill was almost melancholy as she acknowledged that. She bit her lower lip, looking at Chris’ smiling face, as if she could find all the answers there. Maybe this, right here, was why she kept fighting, kept surviving. Maybe this was what made all of it worth it. So she craned her neck, and placed a small kiss in the corner of Chris’ mouth.
“We could sneak back home,” she suggested as she pulled back, “and you can decide whether you want me to sit on your face or your lap, first.”
The grin that spread over Chris’ face was a pretty clear indicator that he already had an answer to that.