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“Oh fuck you,” His voice became gruff and quiet - almost like he was out of breath. Billys seemingly fathomless, deep, dark eyes were locked on to yours. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his muscles tense yet his skin remained supple and relaxed.
“I don’t get fucked, pup. I fuck.” You whispered back, authority came naturally over him.
Russo hated that nickname. Pup. Puppy. It made him feel small, vulnerable - and needy. It made him feel exactly like what it was, an overly attached puppy clinging to its owner. Howling and whining when its master was out of sight, even for a few seconds, and extravagantly overjoyed when they reunited once again.
The room suddenly became silent. The tension was thick and suffocating, and it began fogging up your brain. Faces were inches apart and you could feel the overwhelming warmth of each other's faces yet neither you nor Billy moved a muscle. Even if your heart decided to pick up the pace and thump faster in your chest - you are not the type to fold under pressure so it had to be him to either push you away or pull back.
Russo doesn’t fold either. Not like this.
But he knew he wanted to fold.
He wanted to crumple under you like an unwanted piece of scrap paper.
He wanted to be under you.
He wanted you.
Russo wanted you like nothing else.
His limbs were on fire - aching. Russo’s own heart was beating out of his chest and it had been since you entered this room but now it felt like it was going to kill him. Russo had never experienced this - The need to be below someone. He had sexual urges like any other man but this was different. His beautiful face and form was always domineering all the women he had encountered - He led and they followed.
He was desperate to lose his own sense of control. To you.
You had this effect on him that made him weak in the knees and it made his throat dry up like a drought. Every time you met, he had tried to remain ever so professional - calm, cool, and collected. Like the way he had always been.
You had changed him. Or rather made him question his own true needs.
Russo was a man with patience, his days in the force had him hiding out days in the unbearing heat or the never-ending pelting rain just to scout enemy targets.
But he wanted you. Now.
The distance was closed after what seemed like a million lifetimes - by you. Something had just taken over you - it was more like a compulsion from your inner head. Lips locked perfectly - like his were made for yours and yours for his. Billy's lips were so soft and welcoming. The warmth from him was seeping into every cell on your face.
It felt as if time had stopped.
Billy was surprised, taken aback even - it was happening. The world around him began to crumble and his head was spinning.
You quickly pulled away, stunned at your own actions.
“I- Fuck. I’m sorry.” You began taking a few steps back hesitantly.
Russo leaped to his feet, his immaculately tailored suit not even shifting an inch.
He couldn't let you go.
Swiftly bringing his hand forward he held on to your hand to stop you from walking away. His eyes had become wide and soft - they had glazed over beautifully in need and lust.
“Please.” Was all he could make out in a tentative whisper.
You didn’t need to think twice. Once again you closed the distance, pulling him in by the tail of his tie. He succumbed to you. The kisses shared were soft and gentle at first but you could feel Russos hunger making him more frantic and needy. Carelessly pushing him against his own desk, his pens were pushed off and scattered on the floor. Billy’s hand gripped the edge of the table.
Your hand slowly moved from the side of his hip bone, finding its destination to his neck. You just let it sit there for a few seconds before breaking the kiss.
“Is this okay, pup?” Putting slight pressure around his throat, he let out a meek groan. Under your fingers, you could feel the way he held his breath and the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his own words.
Pup. Billy’s head throbbed. His hands gripped the desk tighter and with such force that it should've snapped. Yes. Of course, it is. It's okay. It’s more than okay. It’s perfect. But he couldn't say a word. His own tongue was betraying him.
His head shook up and down rapidly. Russos perfectly groomed hair had come undone and was laying on his forehead - it shook with his head. He was so beautiful. His eyes were expectant and watching your face as you studied him. Using your other hand you pushed his hair back and to the side of his face.
“You probably get this a lot but you are so gorgeous.” You let out a breathy sigh before tightening the grip around his throat and pulling him roughly into another kiss.
He did get this alot. But from you, it meant so much more. Russo basked in the compliment - his cheeks flushing and his heart giddy.
You could feel it. The heat, size, and shape of his groin pressing into your leg. He began to slightly grind against you - desperate for you and your touch.
This is so embarrassing. Shame swept over him as he began realising he couldn't stop his hips.
“Please,” He mumbled into your kiss shyly. You had never seen him like this - of course, everything until now had been professional or slightly tense. A surge of power made your head high and you relished this feeling.
“Please,” he whined again under you.
“You are so needy,” You teased, tracing your fingers against his jaw, down to his neck, and settling on his chest. “What happened to the ever so composed businessman. The soldier. I thought you guys were good at taking and keeping control.”
“I’m - I am. It’s just - I just- “ Billy was losing his words again, his eyes looking away from yours nervously, shifting under your firm gaze. You pulled his face towards your direction again.
“Sh. Sh. Take off your blazer. And the shirt, And the tie.” You cut off his rambling, measly excuse for a reply.
He complied, fast. Taking off his blazer so fast if you had blinked you wouldn’t have seen it. His fingers fumbled with his shirt button and you stepped in to help.
“Look at the silly puppy.” You let out a slight chuckle, “Doesn’t even know how to undo his buttons. Do you want to fold your clothes like a good boy?”
You don’t know what had gotten into you but you were savoring this. You should be more hesitant but your body moved before you did.
He had fully melted, Your soft coo made his heart race harder and his head full.
And he complied eagerly. Neatly folding his clothes and setting them down on a shelf, his head glancing towards you for reassurance.
“C’mere.” He trailed towards you. His body was gorgeous. Everything was carved out of marble, he was so sculpted - on the leaner side. “My, my. Aren’t you gorgeous?”
You looked up at him, his lips plump from kissing and the sheen of his own saliva.
“I asked you a question, Russo.” You whispered, trailing your fingers down just to the belt line of his trousers, sliding a finger under the hem of his waistband and tugging him closer.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Oh. Billy cussed himself out but he said what he said - and meant it.
You were surprised too but another jolt of lust told you where your opinions sided on that title.
“Good.” Palming your hand against the solid form that was pressing against his trousers, he jerked his hip aggressively further into your hand.
“Oh god.” He whined. “Oh fucking god”
His neck seemed so flush - you suckled on it using your teeth on certain spots just to fuck with him later. He seemed to love it as he continued whimpering between his shortened breaths.
“I’m gonna fucking come - and I haven’t even seen her yet, I haven't even seen her under her clothes. I haven’t revealed one inch of her. Fuck. I want to. But this feels so fucking good. I haven't even seen her puffy cunt - it must be so fucking wet right now. I haven’t even felt her completely yet. I haven't even explored her yet. But she’s taking me right now. I can’t stop her because. Because this feels so good. How is she making me feel like this? She hasn’t even touched my cock properly. I’m pathetic. I’m so fucking pathetic. I’m so weak for her. Oh, fuck please.” Billy’s head was racing with a million thoughts an hour he was coming undone.
You could feel he was so so very close, you grinned between your kisses on his neck. His breath was becoming ragged, his whining had gotten extremely needier and louder and he was practically humping your hand. You wanted him, But it would be too cruel for you to stop now - for you and him. You wanted him to come undone.
You squeezed his cock - tight. And then again closer to what you assumed was the head of his cock, simultaneously biting into the flesh of his collarbone hard enough to leave a mark but gentle enough to remain pleasurable.
Fuck. Russos thought reeled in and all he could think of was you and the fucking pleasure,
His jaw went agape as he stopped breathing. His moans left his mouth simultaneously with the short bursts of air he breathed out. His tall frame shuddered and his thrusts into your palm slowed before it finally stopped. You could feel the slight dampness of his cum leaking into his clothes - you wanted to see his cock out. To see him at his full but you held yourself, This patience would pay off, you told yourself because you were sure there would be a next time.
He was absolute perfection to you. His cheeks flushed with a rosy red, his mouth slightly ajar, eyes glossy and his hair had becoming scruffy and touseled - falling in front of his chest.
Billy finally began to try to catch his breath - his heavy breathing finally slowing down.
“What a mess you’ve made, puppy,” You cooed in his ear, “You were so good,”
You finally leant in for a soft kiss against his lips and Billy could swear he was in heaven.