Office AU (Marilyn & Jake Cont.)

"I think we've more than earned a celebratory drink!"

"We have," Marilyn conceded, shedding her cardigan before accepting the drink, her sleeveless blouse always had the top two buttons opened, so she simply leaned back again, toasting the air.

"To a deal done," she toasted, taking a liberal drink from the champagne glass in her hand, contemplating it for a moment before pulling her knee up and without looking at him directly, "And don't let this get to your head, but I was almost impressed," Mari smirked, her tone teasing.

To be honest she had been impressed by how well they'd worked together and she knew that their teamwork had been key in showing Wong that their company was a good horse. The woman set her glass on the table after taking another sip, her tongue dipping along her lower lip to catch the drips of condensation from the glass.

"I guess I'll have to find something else to impress you with."

"Oh?" Marilyn's eyes didn't move from idly looking at the patterns on the ceiling, "Like what?" Her voice was light and curious, playful almost, teasing. Just then she flicked her gaze over to him to find him watching her and it was then that she realised how she must look in that moment. Hmm, interesting...she mused to herself in thought.

"See something you like?" she asked coolly, eyes moving back to the ceiling with one smug eyebrow raised. Now that she was aware of the effect she seemed to have on him she moved to stretch, her arms above her head, back arching just for a second with a soft sigh before she sat up and meet his gaze with something of a challenge in her eyes, her hands on either side of her, skirt still slightly hitched and blouse crumpled.

What happens in Hong Kong, stays in Hong Kong.

"I think I'd have to have a closer inspection to make such decisions..."

Leaning back and uncrossing her legs Marilyn raised her eyebrows and contemplated his words for a moment before coming to the conclusion that it couldn't hurt. So she calmly said "Come closer then." This was what she wanted, a good fuck for the rest of the week then she can return to the office, hopefully, fully satisfied.

She'd let him undress her when it came to it, no need to do that herself if he was there, but she was looking forward to undressing him. They may not always get along, but Mari wasn't blind. Just like she knew she was attractive she knew he was as well.

Instead of a verbal answer she got motion, him finishing his glass and sauntering up to her and before the situation really computed in her head he was pressing her against the sofa and her mouth was too preoccupied to speak, instead moving in rhythm with his, letting him unbutton her shirt and letting him push her against the soft material of the sofa. What most people didnt know was that Marilyn, the business bitch, the boss, had a submissive streak about a mile wide in bed. Something Jake was now sure to discover and exploit.

Somehow that just turned her on more.

"I think I still need to see more..."

This time it was Marilyn who didn't answer verbally, instead letting her tongue become more familiar with his, his taste minty against her lips, sighing against them when her bra was removed and replaced by his hands. Her own fingers were now intwined in his casually messy hair, that was slowly resemling actually messy. His moan brought a shiver down her spine as her body reacted more and more.

What she hadn't expected was for him to have her completely naked beneath him so quickly, all tan, smooth skin, vulnerable and aroused. This game was tipping and though she seemed to be losing...well, if losing felt this good, there would be a first time for everything.

"I think...That I need more information still..."

Oh and she'd been holding up so well. Marilyn was really quite vocal and now she couldn't help the moans that were tearing from her throat. He was merciless and relentless in his teasing, so much so that Marilyn thought this could not possibly feel better. Until he asked her what she thought and her answer turned into a loud moan of his name followed by a flurry of breathless moans and whimpers. This...this was truly merciless. His fingers were pounding inside her and her hips were writhing beneath him as she fought her mind to regain some kind of coherence or clarity. She was...so...close...

It would be so easy to give in, to let go and cry out his name, fingers tense in his hair. But this was Marilyn. And she didn't give up easily. So with great effort she pulled herself up against him, one of her hands moving to rub him through his slacks.

"I think..." she growled, "That you're wearing far too much..."

And with that she, unfortunately, pulled his fingers out and pulled him onto the couch beside her, straddling him at first, her mouth at his neck, his jawline, his ear. Grinding against his lap, hands busy pulling his tie off and dropping it on the floor before quickly opening and removing his shirt and dropping that as well, taking a moment to run her hands over his chest, her mouth close behind before sliding off his lap and pulling down his trousers, but not his boxers. Letting her red lips trace the bulge seductively, the tip of her tongue tracing up and down slowly.

"How'd you like me now?" she whispered, taking the boxer clad bulge into her mouth only to the tip, sucking to tease.

When he marked her she growled and left a similar mark on his neck. He wasn't the only one playing this game. And soon she had the upper hand- or rather, mouth, in the affair. teasing him as he spoke.

"I might consider it if you got rid of the boxers."

"Mhm..." she hummed against his erection, pulling the boxers down, too and taking a moment to really take in the now naked man before her, a small moan escaping at the sight before she rang her tongue along the side of his shaft, from his balls to the tip, flicking the slit with her tongue to tease before she finally took him into her mouth, slowly and as deep as she could.

Still trying to draw more moans from his lips she hummed around him whilst she sucked, her fingers trailing up and down his thighs and abs, her nails trailing along his chest just hard enough to be felt, not painfully though. The woman continued to suck and move her head up and down on his erection until she decided to step it up.

So she took him in deeper and swallowed around him, letting her fingers on his hips tighten slightly. Pulling him slowly all the way out, keeping her lips ghosting against the head of his member.

"How about now?" she purred, her head clearer now that she wasn't being distracted by anything but the hot ache in her core. To add to the torment she pulled the hand he'd been using on her before to her lips and sucked each finger clean, keeping eye contact with him the entire time, a fierce hunger in her eyes like a promise. A promise that if he could keep up she was going to rock his world tonight.

The next moment they were hitting the floor, which hurt a little, but Marilyn didn't back down just because of a little pain. Making out this rough was bound to hurt slightly in transitions. And besides, all pain was lost in the next moment as his hand moved to her chest...

Her thoughts scattered when he sucked at her hipbones and her fingers went to his hair, tugging when his tongue began its work, drawing loud moans from her. But none of the moans compared to the passionate outcry accompanied by her back arching off the floor and her grip on his hair tightening painfully when he pushed three fingers inside her. Her eyes closed and his name escaped, half moan half curse.

Oh shit, oh fuck, oh no- he was winning and he knew it and Marilyn, bless her submissive nature, was completely at his mercy once and for all, there was no way she could think clearly enough to counter this and she wouldn't. He was in control.

The moans mixed with whimpers as she grew closer to coming undone, writhing beneath his tongue and hands, hips moving though restricted by his hand, his name on the tip of her tongue as she tugged lightly on his messy locks.

"J-Jake- I-'m- ah-"

When her orgasm crashed into her the woman called out his name more or less involuntarily, leaving her breathing heavily with closed eyes on the carpet, letting a soft noise of discontent pass her lips when he moved away, shuddering at his thumb's 'reassurance'.

But the familiar crinkle of wrapper told her what he was doing and when he came back she nipped his lower lip and parted her legs for him to enter her slowly, almost instantly wrapping her legs around his waist, hands entangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, but not staying them, her nails dragging along his back in a sensual, not painful way. Her back arched from the attention to her chest.

"You can be two steps ahead of me all you like, but I'm going to be the one who makes you come undone twice as hard."

Her nails dug in a little harder at that but she was quick to respond to him in her irritatingly calm voice, just a little husky.

"You can think about me moaning your name when I get the promotion then."

Marilyn thrust against his hips as he really started to go for it, moans tumbling from her now slightly kiss-swollen lips. If he was going to fuck her then she'd fuck him just as hard. The anticipation she'd felt upon first seeing his erection had turned into satisfaction at feeling it inside of her. And he was trying so hard to show her that he could use it. Perhaps that was their biggest difference. He still thought he had something to prove.

A disapproving groan left her lips when he pulled out, opening her eyes before understanding what he wanted and expertly bending over before he tried to place her there and smirking up at him through her tussled hair, letting a luxurious, long-drawn moan out when he resumed his thrusts. Just because she could Marilyn clenched her kegel muscles just enough to make herself even tighter, thrusting back against him.

Feeling provocative she managed to growl between moans.

"That all you got?"

Marilyn's moans grew louder, even when he spoke, because they could say what he wanted, neither of them could deny the intense pleasure this was giving them. Someone had once wrote that sex could be stress relieving, which partially was true, but partially they were somehow managing to annoy each other in the process as well.

"I don't see you giving anything better."

"Fine." She moved her hands to his and pushed him off her, not forcefully, and onto the floor to lay on his back, staddling him and taking him inside her as much as she could as fast as she could without hurting him and then riding him mercilessly, only leaning forward enough once to hiss,

"I'm going to make you come so unraveled you'll see stars"

And that was much easier in this position. Not only did he get a great view, he could get deeper inside her than ever before, Mari made sure, rolling her hips everytime she came down, keeping up a faster pace, back arching as his name flowed from her lips. Taking careful note of what he reacted to best and repeating that, letting her nails drag down his chest again.

She could feel him tensing just as she felt herself grow warmer, they were so close...

Mari felt him let go and couldn't hold on any longer, moaning incoherently, no words, no names, just pure bliss flowing through her body. Breathing heavier than usual from the euphoria she was hurled back into the world by a man rolling her off, leaving her naked and indignant on the floor, a growl tearing from her lips when he kissed her cheek, wiping it off instantly.

"Nice try, kiddo, but the sky isn't clear enough to see the stars tonight."

"You'd probably see better if you took your head out your arse every once and a while." She retorted, pulling a blanket from the couch to wrap around her naked form, suddenly uncomfortable with being naked.

But since he was in the bathroom she simply gathered her things and walked into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and waiting for him to clear the bathroom for her before she decided fuck it, grabbing her sleeping clothes and dropping the sheet for a towel and knocking before opening the door and walking straight into the shower, completely ignoring him and letting the hot water relax her muscles.

Marilyn felt...not good. The after sex satisfaction had dissipated quickly and now she was fully convinced that he was a complete asshole for just leaving her on the floor and for his remarks. Mari had been playful until that last remark, but Jake? He seemed to feel legitimitly angry. Or irritated. Or something like it.

Shaking her head she let the hot water pour over her, eradicate every evidence he'd touched her, because the dismissal was just not worth it. She was worth enough to be treated with respect in every aspect. And Marilyn didn't feel the need to fuck someone who didn't appriciate it. When she was done she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror and her eyes widened slightly. She had soft bruises on her hips, hand shaped, and darker ones along her collarbone and neck.

"Shit..." she whispered, "Jackass." Marilyn scowled and pulled her sleepclothes on, grateful to be clean again before closing all doors to the bedroom, locking him out and crawling into bed.

Her phone said she had a missed call from Louis, but she just couldn't face that now. So she called Helen.

"Hel."

Her best friend instantly picked up on her mood, "How was it? You okay?"

"He was a total ass. Like he had something to prove. He's not bad at sex he just...well he has a horrible bedside manner. So angry, all of the sudden."

"Ouch, what a dick. One time thing then?"

"Yeah, I mean, he's hot, but I do not have time for whatever emotional baggage he seems to carry. So this will remain a one time thing, a secret. If he tells anyone I'll ruin him. Keep your ears open, yeah?"

"Gotcha. Try to relax, Mari, enjoy your free time. I gotta jet."

"Will do, catch you later."

Rolling her eyes at the door Marilyn got comfortable in the bed and shuddered. She could still feel where his hands had been and it was the strangest feeling, mixed out of some crazy arousal and irritation.