Chapter Text
Annabeth’s body is sitting alone at a table, but her mind is far away.
It’s not like Annabeth is able to help herself—there's no ignoring the way he looks, entirely delectable in his pressed suit, the sharp jawline that she could just swallow whole. He looks edible, and she desperately wants to ruin his perfect look, to rumple his suit, hold him by the tie as he bends her over the desk, hand smacking against her ass, and—
“Hey,” Percy whispers, leaning over the chair and sliding his hands down her shoulders. She hadn’t even noticed that he had snuck up behind her. He trails over the curve of her throat, a low chuckle working out of his throat that has her aching for him. “You’re all by yourself over here.”
“Yeah, well…” Annabeth breath is shallow, fingers wrapping around his tie and pulling him over his shoulder so she can kiss him slowly. “I’m just watching you.”
“Watching me?”
“You have no idea…” She kisses him again. “How good you look in a suit. Talking to all of these fancy businessmen.” A nip at his chin. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
Percy smiles lazily, amused. “You’re turned on."
“It’s not my fault when you look like this,” she says, tugging again at his tie for good measure. "You should've known what the suit would do to me."
Percy’s fingers toy with the thin straps of her dress. She pretends not to relish in the way his eyes dart down the deep v of her black dress. His hands curl around her shoulders, and her mind darts to other things his fingers could be doing instead. He bends down to kiss her shoulder softly, and she swallows hard, suddenly flushed with unbearable heat.
“Do I? Look good?”
“Beyond so,” she whispers.
Percy seems to be thinking as he looks around the room. It’s suffocating in its elegance and poise, all of these million-dollar men hunched around talking as though they're the center of the universe.
"How about we take a walk?” he suggests, but his voice is deep, a rumble that makes her legs go weak. She doesn’t need to be asked twice as she takes his hand and hurriedly follows after him. Percy seems to know the place well enough as they twist and turn through the many halls of the building, and it’s not long before he’s shoving her into a vacant conference room.
He holds open the door for her, and as she walks through, she gives him a sly grin. His eyes burn with passion, but she’s sure hers burn even brighter. The dark room is quickly illuminated with a flick of the light switch, and she’s able to see the glass wall that peers out into the city. They’re high up, surrounded by other skyscrapers, and the night sky is barely visible in the city that never sleeps.
“I thought we were going for a walk,” Annabeth says, turning to face him.
“I lied,” he says.
“Then what are we doing in here?”
Percy turns the lock of the door. It’s click is deafening in the silence of the room.
“Why don’t you tell me?” is his reply.
He walks to her slowly, cornering her against the wooden conference room table. He pushes away one of the swivel chairs and soon his body is pressed against hers. Heat pools between her thighs as she feels the muscles through the suit. As she drags him closer to her to kiss him slowly, she can’t help the low and approving moan that makes its way out of her throat. His warm hands curl around her thigh, pushing up under the ends of her already short dress. He caresses her ass as he deepens the kiss.
When Percy tries to push her up onto the table, pressing himself in between her thighs, Annabeth pushes back.
She turns them around so Percy is the one against the table. An approving eyebrow is raised at her, but he just rests his hands on her hips as she bites his lower lip.
“Can they see through the window?” Annabeth whispers, brain numb.
“They can look away.”
It’s a good enough answer for her.
She drops onto her knees in front of him, palm rubbing over his crotch. He’s already straining against her hand, so she keeps working him like that as his fingers thread in her hair and tighten. Annabeth looks up and their eyes lock. It’s like a thousand miles closing between them. There are supernovas in his eyes, a black hole threatening to pull her in and never let go.
Annabeth moves to the zipper of his slacks, and she’s about to pull his pants off entirely before she remembers her earlier desire. She wants to see him dressed entirely, tie still knotted, jacket still tight against his muscles, and his hard dick pressing through the open zipper. She does just that.
She wrestles him out of his trousers and he’s soon throbbing right in front of her face. Her hand wraps around him, stroking the skin until she pulls a groan out of him.
“You look so amazing right now,” she says, thumb pressing over the tip of him. “Hard in my hand, dressed in your expensive suit, with me here on my knees.”
“I can’t say it’s a bad view either,” he says.
She winks. “I know.”
And with that, she’s opening her mouth and replacing her hand. He feels thicker in her mouth, and she only has her lips wrapped a few inches down. She looks back up at him and finds him with his eyes closed, lips parted slightly as he breathes heavily.
She runs her tongue over him slowly to gauge his reaction. He tastes good, and she licks slightly as his tip. She stays there at first, tongue rubbing against the tip of his dick, placing her tongue on the lower side and sucking hard.
Nothing can be heard except the heavy breathing coming from Percy as she works him, and the filthy sucking sound she makes every time she releases him to take a new breath. Her hand quickly joins in as she strokes the base of him. She’s determined to hear him moan so she pushes in deeper until he reaches the back of her throat.
That does bring a drawn-out moan through his lips and she goes to repeat the process. Every time she reaches the base of his shaft, she can feel the fabric of his pants against her nose, and she is reminded of where they are. It’s Percy’s office party, filled with rich men, and yet he’s in here, still fully dressed with his dick in her mouth, and it’s thrilling.
She strengthens her effort, pushing in deep and swallowing him, pulling back and dragging her tongue against a vein, circling his tip and sucking hard, digging her tongue into his slit. Soon, Percy’s hips thrust into her face and she holds him there as he finishes in her mouth, lips tight against him and swallowing his release.
“Okay?” she asks after a minute, kissing beside his slick, half-hard dick.
Percy huffs out a laugh and pulls her up from the floor to smash his lips against hers. His tongue licks into her mouth as his hands roam her back. Her knees go weak as he flips them back so she is once again cornered against the table.
He snakes an arm behind her, pulling the zipper to her dress down agonizingly slow. There’s hardly any fumbling as he pushes the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exposing her bare chest to the cool office air.
His chuckle is quiet as his fingers move to pinch at her erect nipples. He rolls them between the pads of his fingers, the rasp of his fingers adding to the delicious friction.
“Stop teasing me,” Annabeth complains when he tugs at her nipple again, watching as it quickly turns a redder color.
“I’m not teasing,” he says, moving to the other breast. He palms it entirely, fondling her chest, before his fingers pinch and squeeze, rolling slowly. “I’m just appreciating what you have to offer.”
Her toes curl as he ducks down to capture a nipple with his lips. “Appreciate faster.”
He laughs, sending delicious vibrations through her. His tongue laves against the sensitive nub, biting gently and tugging again before letting go with a criminal pop! Her breathing is faint and she feels lightheaded when he begins to trail kisses up the curve of her chest, against the side of her neck.
His next laugh comes out against her ear, and the sound has her practically dripping down her thighs. “What do you want me to do?”
She keens as his hand works between her thighs, pressing his thumb against the drenched center of her lace panties. “ Percy. ”
He circles her clit with light pressure, and the lace drags against the nerves, making her breath stutter. “Do you want me to bend down? Eat you out right now?”
Her fist clenches when his hands move away for a moment, if only to grab her by the hips and hoist her onto the table. He shucks her dress up her hips, exposing her completely. His thumb resumes its motion on her clit.
“You do want that, don’t you? You’re so wet.” His fingers push past her panties to drag through her folds, proving his point. “You’ve probably been waiting for this all night. You've been planning to get on your knees and suck me off while we’re both still dressed, huh? You were coming up with a way to drag me off and have your way with me against the conference room table, where anyone can look in. It’s gets you off, doesn’t it princess?”
Annabeth doesn’t answer, so he pinches her clit.
“Doesn’t it?” he asks again, more forcefully.
“It does,” she says, playing along. “Seeing you with your dick pressing through your pants, you pulsing in my mouth. But I think you like it more than you’re admitting. You’re probably dying to bend down and get your mouth on me. You don’t even want to take off my panties, do you? You want to taste me, licking inside of me until you make me come.”
“It sounds like that’s what you want.”
Annabeth’s fist wraps around his tie and pulls slightly so he jerks towards her. “Don’t be coy, Percy.”
Percy’s hands go to either side of her on the table. It’s an erotic sight. Percy’s dick is still pressing through his slacks, slowly hardening and shiny with her saliva. Annabeth’s dress is pushed down her chest, her tits out and flushed, the hem up around her waist revealing her lace panties. Annabeth holding Percy by the neck as she pulls on his silk tie.
An image of Percy pulling the tie off and wrapping it around her hands, binding her together and rendering her absolutely, irreversibly his, flashes through her mind. She moans quietly.
He laughs and moves her panties to the side so that he can run his fingers through her slick folds without interruption. His calloused fingers send sparks through her as he stays on the outside, avoiding the bundle of nerves that would no doubt send her over the edge – especially with the way she is right now, entirely turned on, throbbing with the need to come.
One finger slides into her and he moves it languidly. He doesn’t move in entirely – just enough to draw her wetness out so he can move and circle her clit. Her teeth clench as he pushes in and out with one finger, only a couple of inches.
“Percy…” Her voice is a warning.
“Annabeth…” he teases back.
She glares at him, and he gets the message. A second finger slides in, and she releases a breathless laugh. Her hips roll experimentally, biting her lower lip as he curls up, scratching softly at her upper walls.
“What do you want, Annabeth?” he repeats, pupils dilated so only a thin ring of green remains.
Annabeth thinks it’s funny that he’s even asking. His fingers don’t stop moving against her, and it’s clear what she wants. She decides to give in.
“Your mouth,” she admits. “On my clit.”
“On your clit?”
There’s an evil smirk on his face that tells her he won’t be giving her what she wants very easily. She decides that she’ll just make him then.
Annabeth tugs on his tie until he comes tumbling towards her, and she immediately shoves his face into place. Percy just smiles and kisses the joint of her thigh before pulling his fingers out of her. They’re shiny wet and immediately pull at her lower lip until she opens her mouth and sucks them clean.
“Good girl,” he praises, turning his attention back to between her legs. He places her panties back over her properly, and she’s about to complain before he extends his tongue and licks a stripe up her.
She gasps loudly, one leg locking behind his back. Her hand is still tight against the tie so he can’t move away, and she trembles as he licks over the lace again. His tongue teases her clit through the fabric before he delves back down to lick over the entirety of her.
It doesn’t take long for the heat to rise in her stomach. It burns her. It almost hurts with how good it feels, and yet it’s not enough to quite send her over the edge, but it keeps her right there.
She pleads for him to touch her, for his fingers to knead her breasts again, for him to lick inside of her, or suck on her clit, but he just keeps teasing her through her panties.
It feels like eternity before he pulls his head up, chin shiny, and his fingers curl around her panties. He pulls them off slowly, taking the time to fold the drenched material and stuff them into the pocket of his jacket before he looks at her again. She thinks he’s going to put his face back against her, eat her out until she’s shaking and can’t remember her name, but instead he stands and pulls her to meet him.
“What are you doing?” she asks, gulping for air. She’s still so close to an orgasm, but he seems intent on not touching her again.
Percy shoves the rest of her dress off until it’s a pile on the floor and she is stark naked in front of her. It sends chills through her, being undressed while he is still fully clothed, and he notices the bumps that raise on her skin.
“Are you cold?” He’s already moving to take the jacket of his suit off and set it over her shoulders. It’s in a precarious position on her, threatening to fall from her shoulders with any slight movement, but the thought of wearing his jacket and nothing else gets her. “Turn around,” he murmurs.
She does as he says, and his hand shoves right between her shoulder blades until she is bent before him.
“So beautiful,” he says, kissing the base of her neck. She can’t turn to look at him, but she feels when he begins dragging the head of his dick through her folds. “So perfect for me. Ready for me.”
He pushes in quickly, bottoming out, and her palm slams against the surface in surprise.
“You feel perfect too,” he notes, rocking his hips against her shallowly. He groans when he slides in even deeper, and Annabeth keens. Her hand scrambles behind her for the familiar feel of his tie, and when she finds it, she pulls so he is flush against her back.
He bucks into her. “ Damn. ”
She chokes out a chuckle. “Damn is right.”
His hips slow to a complete stop, and she feels him throbbing inside of her.
“Move,” she complains, trying to thrust backwards onto him.
He pins her down. “Don’t make me take the tie off and tie you up.”
She fakes a pout, but the reality is that she's the one in control. She has his tie crumpled in her hand, so she yanks, Percy moans, and they begin moving.
The wave comes really fast. She’s already worked up from earlier, when he’d refused her orgasm, so she does everything she can to get there.
Or, she tries, but when her hand darts down to touch between her thighs, Percy stops her. His thrusts push her forward with force each time he moves in, and when he pushes her higher on the surface so her toes leave the ground, she gives the loudest moan of the night as he reaches a new spot inside of her.
She can feel the way he pulses inside of her, and she knows it’s not long before he comes again either. But he speeds up at her pleas, and she’s pinned down so she can’t move. Her breath hitches and eyes slam shut, and—
He slides out of her painfully, and they both give a frustrated sound.
“Put it back in,” she whines, looking back at him. “Please.”
He’s about to do so as he grabs himself, pressing his flush tip into her opening, but he suddenly thinks better of it and pulls away. He grabs a chair and spins it so it’s facing them, and he settles down onto it.
She takes a moment to just stare. She imagines it being a meeting that he’s in, fully dressed, while she’s beneath the table, sucking him until he comes and has to keep a straight face as she works him through a groaning orgasm.
“Come here, baby.”
She listens, stepping between his legs. He pulls her down and wrestles with her body until she’s sitting on his lap, facing him, with her legs tucked on either side of his legs.
“Up,” he says, hand around her waist to lift her so he can grab himself and slide back into her. She settles down, completely filled with him once again. He pulls her close, hand pressing against the jacket he’s placed on her shoulders. Her breasts are flattened against him as he urges her to start moving.
She rocks her hips instead of bouncing up and down, and her mouth drops open as he drags against her g-spot.
“That’s right, baby,” he breathes, tossing his head back. She sucks a hickey into his neck, thrilled at the idea of someone finding out where he’s been. “Back and forth, just like that.”
Annabeth whimpers, attempting to speed up the rocking of them, but he stops her, controlling their speed. It’s slow and methodical, keeping her on the edge of something wonderful.
“Please,” she chokes out, the pleasure becoming unbearable. But Percy keeps the rolling slow and deep. She tightens around him, pressing her face into his neck.
When she moans quietly into his ear, that seems to set something off inside of him. He moves one hand to grab her by the hair and the other helps move her up and down on him. She arches her back as she grinds down, and she’s right there.
Oh god.
Percy tugs her hair back, kisses down her breasts, and she can’t take it anymore. An earth-shattering orgasm begins at the base of her spine, and when his hips stutter, she knows he’s reached the end of it too.
She grinds down on him as she comes, and she can’t breathe. Wave after wave races through her, and she can only take it. Her entire body shakes, and Percy still thrusts into her in an attempt to prolong the feeling, but then he’s coming too and the heat blossoms inside of her.
They take in their pleasure a bit too loudly for where they are, so Percy captures her lips with his. When she begins to come down, she opens her eyes that have brimmed with tears and locks eyes with him. His chest heaves with every breath, and he clears his throat, leaning back in the chair with a final shudder.
“Wow."
She laughs, because yeah. Wow. She can still feel her orgasm tingling in her lower tummy, and her mind may take a bit to start working like normal again.
Percy tightens his arms around her in a hug, rubbing up and down her back soothingly. It’s too sweet and gentle for what he’s just done to her.
Annabeth nuzzles his neck, shifting her hips so he slips out of her. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Percy kisses her forehead sweetly. “But I think when we get home…”
“Hmm?”
Percy plucks his tie from his neck. “This would look excellent around your hands, don’t you think?”
Annabeth’s body roars back to life in response. “I guess we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”
The final kiss Percy gives her tells her that they will find out. She can’t wait.