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It’s late at night.
The police station is dark and quiet, the front door already locked, the offices empty except for Leon.
Yeah, he gets it. He’s the rookie, so he gets the shitty tasks.
So far, though, everyone’s been nice to him.
There have been minimal coffee runs and filing tasks, but tonight, he’s stuck behind his desk trying to write a report that’s due tomorrow morning.
Normally, he’d be a little annoyed, because it’s already past nine, and he’s still here, elbows deep in a confusing report about a convoluted case.
There’s a box of shitty takeout on his desk that he scarfed down in five minutes, and a coffee mug that’s—Leon goes to take a sip, but, ah. It’s empty.
With a sigh, he heaves himself upright.
Time to get more coffee.
He’s almost down the hall when the phone on his desk rings.
In his haste to get back, Leon nearly drops his mug as he scrambles for the receiver. “Officer Kennedy.”
“Ah, the rookie. Status update on the report?”
His heart skips a beat when he hears your voice.
There’s a reason why he’s not annoyed to be working this late. It’s because the order came from you, and Leon’s had a crush on you since the first day he started working at RPD.
“Captain,” he says, unable to keep from smiling.
There’s usually no reason for you to talk to him, even though Leon tries to find them; he grabs coffee for you during meetings and holds the door when you enter or exit a room, but that only happens every so often. And there’s usually other people in the room.
This is your voice in his ear.
This is you speaking directly to him.
“Officer.” There’s a hint of amusement in your voice. “The report?”
Leon flushes. “Ah, sorry, ma’am, it’s been a long day. I’m working on it right now.”
“Have you covered May yet?”
He wishes. “No, still on the events in April.”
You make a sympathetic noise. “Tough month.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“If you have any questions, feel free to drop by my office. I’ll be here for another hour or so.”
For a second, Leon imagines doing exactly that. Visiting your office. Just the two of you, alone, the rest of the building deserted. You, sitting behind your desk, him standing in front of it.
In his imagination, he’s smooth enough that you’re charmed by him, that you laugh at something he says, that you suggest grabbing a coffee together, that you want his hands all over you—
“Don’t fall asleep behind your desk, Rookie,” you say sternly.
Leon startles out of his thoughts.
To his horror, he’s half hard in his pants, and your stern voice doesn’t help the situation.
Thank god you’re not in the room with him.
“Sorry, ma’am,” he says sheepishly. “I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”
“Then I suggest you get more coffee. Good luck.”
With that, you hang up.
Leon takes a deep breath, then bangs his head against his desk.
Great.
He wants to impress you so badly, but it feels like he’s always doing the opposite.
Meanwhile, you know just what to say and how to look to reduce him to, uh, well. A flushed rookie with a boner.
Especially when you give him orders. Leon never thought he’d be into that, but the first time you spoke sternly to his unit, he got hard so fast he felt dizzy.
Unthinkingly, he presses a hand to his crotch now, rubbing over his clothed erection as he remembers your eyes boring into him when you said now get out of my sight.
Okay, so maybe he likes it when you’re a little mean.
Sue him.
Everyone’s got their kinks, right?
Back in the academy, he used to get teased for not being kinky enough.
His drunk classmates loved to share sex stories during their precious nights off, so when Leon admitted he’s never even tried handcuffs, he earned himself the nickname Vanilla.
If only they could see him now, palming himself at his desk because his captain gave him an order.
The realization is enough to snap Leon out of his horny daze.
He’s supposed to be working on this report for you, even though it’s really boring, especially since there are two conflicting eyewitness statements about April 14th, and—wait, he wanted to ask you about that. He completely forgot because, uh. Boner.
Leon quickly dials your number, hoping you won’t be annoyed that he’s calling back so soon.
Or, uh, well. Guess it wouldn’t be that bad if you were annoyed…
You pick up after two rings. “Yes?”
“Captain, ma’am, this is officer Kennedy. I had a question about the report. In what order would you like me to document the two conflicting eyewitness statements?”
You launch into an explanation.
Leon listens attentively at first, but after a while… shit, he probably should’ve waited for his erection to go down before calling you, because hearing your voice in his ear is making him want things.
He wonders what you’d say if you saw him like this: face flushed and pants tight, hands itching to touch himself.
He wonders if you’d approve, if you’d murmur in his ear go on, show me, Rookie. Show me how you make yourself feel good.
Leon bites his lip to hold back a whimper.
He usually has better self control, but it’s late and he’s tired and you’re you, so he reaches down and gives his erection a squeeze, hoping it’ll ease the pressure.
It doesn’t.
It just makes his breath stutter in his chest.
“You with me, Kennedy?” you ask.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” Leon says shakily.
“Repeat what I just said.”
“For—for the sake of a truthful report, we need eyewitness accounts detailed in the order they were given.”
A beat of silence. “Good.”
Warmth spreads through Leon’s body, that one word lighting him up from the inside. He can’t help but give his cock another squeeze, a hot flush of desire washing over him.
Meanwhile, you’ve continued your explanation, using an old report as an example. It’s really helpful, but Leon is buzzing all over, restless now that his hand is on his cock but he’s not really touching himself.
He should take his hand away. Shove it underneath his thighs. Not only because it’s late, and Leon still has so much work to do, but also because you’re being so nice to him, explaining everything in detail. You have no idea that he’s itching to stroke his dick to the sound of your voice, and maybe—wow. Maybe that’s part of the thrill.
Is that bad?
It’s not like Leon wants to, uh—this wasn’t his plan or anything. He normally doesn’t do this, would never dream of jerking off at work. It’s just... it feels so good to touch himself with your voice in his ear. Better than when he does it by himself. You sound confident and patient, your voice warm, and Leon can’t help but rub his hand over the head of his trapped dick, heart racing inside his chest.
Things get a little blurry then, but the good kind. The kind that Leon only ever feels at night with his hands down his pants.
Heat is building slowly in his belly as he moves his hand a little quicker, and he’s breathing heavily through his nose, trying not to moan out loud.
“Kennedy?”
Leon’s heart jumps. He’s not doing this for the thrill of getting caught, but he’s also not not doing it for that reason. “Y-yes, ma’am?”
“Is it too hard?”
Leon bites down on his lip, strangling the whimper that threatens to escape. Because it’s so easy to imagine you watching him with crossed arms, asking if it’s too hard like this, rubbing himself through the fabric.
He wants to say yes, ma’am, it’s not enough, please, so you might give him permission to take out his cock, to touch himself for you, to be good for you.
But that’s not what you’re asking.
“No, ma’am, you’re perf—it’s good—” Fuck, that’s not. “Your explanation is easy to understand, ma’am.”
“Alright. Get back to work, then.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And, Kennedy? What do you say when someone helps you?”
The question falls like a hot coal in Leon’s stomach, burning him from the inside, making him squirm in his seat. He’s so horny, he wants to fall to his knees in front of you.
He swallows thickly. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You’re welcome, Rookie.” You sound amused.
The line goes dead.
You’ve hung up on him.
That’s fine for now, because Leon feels close to bursting.
His dick is straining against his pants, and it’s uncomfortable. He wants to jerk off, but without your voice in his ear, it feels awkward to do it alone in the office.
Leon gives himself a final squeeze, then reluctantly readjusts his dick so it doesn’t feel as constricted.
He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself, trying not to replay your voice when you said is it too hard?
He fails.
It’s all he can hear as he starts typing out the conflicting eyewitness reports from April 14th.
He’s halfway through the second one when his phone rings again. Leon nearly jumps out of his skin. “Officer Kennedy,” he answers.
“Did you grab that coffee yet?”
Leon wishes he would get used to hearing your voice through the phone, because it can’t be good for his heart to start racing like this.
“No, ma’am, not yet. Too focused on the report.”
“Oh, good. My mug is empty too. Grab me one, will you?”
Leon scrambles to his feet. “Yes!” Then he coughs. “I mean, yes, ma’am. On my way.”
You chuckle. “Thanks, Rookie.”
After you hang up, Leon stares at the wall for a few seconds.
He can’t even—this is so lucky. He gets to be alone with you in your office. Sure, he’s not expecting anything to happen, but still, it’s—it’s so much more than he thought he’d get.
Adrenaline makes him feel wide-awake as he runs to the break room, where he chooses the best mug for you. Not too old, stained, or cracked. A blue one that says this is what an awesome police officer looks like.
Just to be sure, Leon rinses it out a couple of times before pouring coffee for the both of you.
On his way up, he quickly steps into a bathroom and fixes his hair, splashes cold water on his face, then checks his breath.
Yuck.
The shitty takeout is really biting him in the ass right now.
Maybe he can stop by the station’s showers, gurgle some mouthwash. It’s not like you’re gonna kiss him, but you’re still his captain. Leon isn’t going to address you with bad breath.
After rinsing his mouth, Leon realizes that your coffee isn’t steaming hot anymore, and shit, that won’t do, so he runs back to the breakroom.
By the time he’s standing in front of your office, an embarrassing ten minutes have passed.
Well.
Nothing he can do about that now.
He knocks, then waits until you say, “Come in.”
Leon has been in your office only two times; when he first started here and had to introduce himself to everyone, and when he got put on the case he’s writing a report for now.
Your office is smaller than Irons’s office, which Leon secretly thinks is unfair, seeing as you outrank Irons.
But he’s heard the chatter. Some guys still think it’s weird to have a woman outrank them at all.
Leon, whose mother is a force of nature, doesn’t find it weird.
He’s used to following a woman’s orders.
“Captain,” he says deferentially, standing as upright as he can while holding your coffee.
“Got lost on the way, Rookie?”
There’s a slight smile on your face as you lean back in your chair to observe him.
Even though it’s late, you still look flawless. Your hair is pulled back in a ponytail—it usually is, but a few strands have escaped. They soften your features, making Leon stare at you like a lovesick fool.
“Kennedy,” you say, using your Captain Voice.
Leon snaps out of his staring. “Ma’am.” Heat floods his cheeks. “Sorry for taking so long. I was—cleaning this mug.”
Ugh.
Not the best explanation he could’ve gone with, but… could be worse. He could’ve said I was fixing my hair and brushing my teeth, which would be so much weirder.
“I don’t remember paying extra for that service.”
Leon cracks a smile. “You don’t need to, ma’am. You’re my captain.”
“Good answer.”
You reach out a hand, so Leon hurries to give you the mug.
You immediately take a sip, letting out a soft groan at the taste.
Leon’s stomach flips.
He briefly wonders if this could be his job: bringing you coffee, and getting to hear you groan appreciatively at the taste.
“God, I needed this.” You give him a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry to say that late nights don’t get any easier.”
“Anything I can do to help, ma’am?”
“You could go to Irons and tell him to suck a dick.”
Leon blinks. “Uh.”
You let out a laugh. “I’m joking, Rookie.”
“Oh.” Leon smiles in return. “Well. If you want, I could ask him to focus on maintaining a collaborative and healthy work environment for both of you.”
“Impressive corporate speech.”
Leon ducks his head, trying to hide how pleased that makes him. “Thank you, ma’am.”
You sigh. “If I thought he’d listen to that, I’d tell you to go ahead, but… we both know he won’t.” You rub your shoulder tiredly. “Instead, I’m stuck here trying to figure out why he’s running this station so inefficiently they asked me to take a look.”
“Is it a lot of work?”
“Yeah. And I have another assignment in two days, so I need to get this done before then.” You give him a sympathetic look. “That’s why I’ve got you working late as well. I don’t have much time to look at your report. Sorry, Kennedy.”
“That’s okay, ma’am,” Leon immediately reassures you. “I don’t mind.”
“Bullshit. It’s a Friday night, and you’re young. You should be at the club.”
“I can’t dance, anyway.”
You let out a laugh. “Maybe you should get a teacher. Everyone likes a guy who can move.”
“Oh, I can move my body just fine, ma’am.”
You tilt your head and look him up and down, like you’re appraising him. It makes Leon feel warm all over. “Is that so?”
There’s a charge in the air. Something electric that makes Leon’s body aware of the clothes he’s wearing, the way the fabric brushes against his skin. He has to remind himself to keep breathing.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says. “I’m pretty flexible.”
You hum, a low and pleased sound that Leon feels all the way to his toes. “How about your stamina?”
Impossibly, the atmosphere in the office thickens even more.
Leon wants to swallow, but his tongue feels too heavy in his mouth. “I-it’s good, ma’am,” he answers hoarsely. “Ranked top of my class.”
You hold his gaze for a few breathless seconds before looking away again. “Good.” You take a sip of coffee. “Nice to know my officers are in great condition.”
Just like that, the temperature in the room drops a couple degrees, like someone opened a window.
Leon fights the urge to check the windows in your office. He wants that warmth back that was swelling between you. Because for a second, he thought…
But maybe he’s imagining things. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, and he’s seeing signs when there aren’t any. A good officer remains objective, after all.
“I should get back to it,” you say. You’re rubbing your neck again, face twisted in obvious pain.
“I can help with that,” Leon blurts out.
Your hand stills. “What?”
“Your shoulder. The tension. I could give you a massage, ma’am.”
You frown. “That wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“It’s just a massage, ma’am. To relieve tension.” Leon shrugs, trying hard to sell this as something casual and professional. You don’t need to know that he’s been dying to touch you for months.
“Relieve tension,” you repeat. “What’s next—an orgasm in the name of duty?”
“Sure.” Leon’s heart is hammering in his chest. “I could.”
You sit back and watch him long enough that Leon wants to squirm.
He didn’t plan for this to happen, but it’s—well, obviously he wants to. Very much. But only if you want it too, of course, and, shit, why aren’t you saying anything? Did he fuck up? Did he make you uncomfortable?
He ducks his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, that was—”
“So you’re saying,” you interrupt, words slow and measured, “that if I told you to get on your knees and eat me out, you’d do it, Rookie?”
Leon’s throat clicks as he tries to swallow. All the blood in his body is rushing south. His cock is very interested in this scenario.
Before he can second-guess himself, he crosses the room until he’s standing in front of you. Then he drops to his knees. “Yes, ma’am,” he says, looking up at you.
You inhale sharply.
“Rookie—Kennedy,” you say, voice strained. “This is highly inappropriate.”
A spike of fear makes Leon’s chest constrict. He knows it’s inappropriate, that it’s dangerous for your career to say yes, that he should be a good officer and back off, and yet.
“Is that a no?” he asks, almost pleadingly.
“Why would—” Your eyes are a little wide as you look at him. “This won’t earn you any favors.”
Leon can’t help it—he snorts. The idea that he’d be doing this to get, what, out of writing his report? It’s just too funny.
“Trust me, ma’am, this is the favor. Please, let me help you relax.”
A frown has etched between your eyebrows as you take in his words, his expression. Deciding if you believe him, probably—or maybe if you want him the same way he wants you, though Leon hopes that’s not the case.
Obviously, he’d back off if you rejected him. But it would still hurt.
Sitting this close, he can smell your perfume—not too sweet, with a hint of something that makes him want to bury his face into your clothes and, just, inhale you. But he makes himself wait for your permission.
When it’s been a minute, Leon has resigned himself to the fact that you’ll say no. He fully expects it when you lean forward, but instead of telling him to leave, you reach out and brush his hair from his face.
Leon can’t help but lean into your touch. So much for keeping his cool in front of you.
“You help the Chief relax like this too?” you ask softly.
Leon grimaces. Not necessarily at the idea of giving a blow job, just… Chief Irons is mean, lazy, and inappropriate to the female staff. He’s a first-class asshole.
“I think the Chief is already relaxed enough,’’ he says, unable to keep his disgust from his voice.
You throw back your head and laugh. It’s a true laugh, a real one, your shoulders shaking and your eyes almost squeezed shut.
Leon feels like he’s just earned a medal. He watches you with a love-sick smile on his face until your laughter slowly subsides.
“Very true, Rookie,” you snicker. “But you know that’s not what I was asking.”
“No, I don’t help anyone else relax like that.” Leon nuzzles your palm, cheek rubbing against your hand. “Just you.”
“Good.” You thread your fingers through his hair; careful, soft, how you touched him a minute ago. Then your grip tightens, causing a stinging pain to zip through Leon’s scalp and down his spine. “Get to it, then, Rookie. We’ve still got reports to finish.”
A moan escapes Leon’s mouth. “Y-yes, ma’am.”
Yep.
He definitely likes it when you’re a little mean.
To emphasize your words, you uncross your legs, drawing Leon’s attention to the fact that you’re wearing a skirt.
He couldn’t see when he was standing near the door, and you usually wear sleek pants anyway—same as the other higher-ups. But today you’re wearing a black skirt that ends just above your knee.
Leon feels a little dizzy looking at your legs. At the expanse of skin that’s available to him. He wants to touch, but he’s suddenly scared of doing it wrong.
Yeah, sure, he’s had girlfriends before, but this is you. You’re his captain. He looks up to you, literally right now, and he wants to make you feel good. No, not just good. Amazing.
Carefully, he runs his hands over your legs, following their curve all the way to the edge of your skirt. His heart is racing when his fingers dip underneath your skirt and push it up.
You’re wearing black panties. They don’t have frills or cut-outs, but Leon thinks they’re the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
His breath is coming out choppy, too fast, and he’s unsurprised to find his hands shaking as he reaches for your underwear. But before he touches you, he quickly glances up, silently asking for permission.
You arch an eyebrow at him.
Leon swallows. “Ma’am, can I…?”
“Can you what?”
“Take them off? Your—uh.” Is panties a respectful word? “Your underwear?”
You nod.
You look… patient. A little amused, too. You don’t seem like you’re out of your mind with lust, but that’s understandable. He hasn’t done anything yet.
Taking a deep breath, Leon runs his fingers across the front of your panties.
You feel warm beneath his finger tips. Soft, too.
He trails his fingers over the fabric to feel the shape of you, to understand your body and maybe tease a reaction out of you, but you remain silent.
That’s fine.
It’s just Leon who’s quietly losing his mind over this, then.
He feathers his fingers across your panties, lightly stroking you for as long as he can handle not putting his mouth on you, which, uh, is probably not that long.
With his hands, Leon spreads your legs a little more, reeling from the fact that he’s spreading your legs at all. That’s, like. Wow.
He leans in and nuzzles against your clothed pussy, eyes falling closed as he presses kisses to where he guesses your clit is.
You gasp in response, so he must be getting it right, thank god.
Leon looks up at you with flushed cheeks. “Can I—with my mouth?”
You suck in a breath. “Absolutely.”
Excited, he dives back between your thighs. He licks a stripe over the front of your panties, wanting to see your underwear drenched because of him, but you’re not having it.
“Easier if you take them off,” you say.
Leon grins. “Impatient?”
In response, you tug at his hair—short, hard pulls that he feels all the way to his cock, which jerks in his pants.
“Got it,” he groans, before hooking a finger at the edge of your panties and dragging them aside, exposing you to his gaze.
And then he groans again.
You look so good. Soft and shiny-wet, all glossy curves and—
“First time seeing a pussy, Rookie?” you tease.
Leon flushes. “First time seeing one as pretty as yours, yeah.”
To his delight, you look almost… shy.
The moment is quickly gone again, though. With a huff, you tug at his hair, sending delicious pleasure-pain down his spine, and, yeah. He gets the message. Get on with it.
Leon throws you a cheeky smile, feeling giddy for making you shy, for getting to do this at all.
Then he lowers his mouth and presses a trail of sweet kisses from your thigh to your groin.
It’s tempting to keep teasing you. Because it makes you impatient, and when you’re impatient you tug on his hair, which feels… Leon doesn’t even know. It’s just really, really good. No one has ever done that to him before.
But as soon as he reaches your pussy, he can’t stop. He needs to kiss every inch of you, which is exactly what he does. You start squirming above him, soft puffs of air falling from your mouth.
Leon gets a little drunk off those sounds.
His kisses quickly grow sloppy, open-mouthed, his tongue slipping out like he’s making out with your cunt. He barely stops to breathe.
When he dips his tongue into your entrance for a second, just a teasing flick, you let out a loud groan, your hips twitching up.
Arousal washes over Leon in a hot flush.
He immediately wants to hear you groan like that again, so he lowers his head and starts licking into your entrance, teasing the sensitive muscle with his tongue until you’re groaning.
You taste hot and slick on his tongue, and a little musky, but in a very, very good way.
Honestly, everything about eating you out is good: from the feeling of you on his tongue to the sounds you’re making—Leon finds his eyes slipping closed as he loses himself in the act of pleasuring you.
“Rookie,” you groan. Your hands card through his hair, tugging at the strands. “Get a finger in me, now.”
Leon gasps at the shocks of pain. It’s so good.
He immediately obeys, slipping a finger inside your now sopping wet pussy. It slides in so easily that Leon lets himself imagine, for a teeny tiny second, what it’d feel like if it was… if you’d let him put his dick inside you.
But that thought is so huge that he’d probably blow his load right now if he lets himself linger on it.
Instead, he focuses his attention on your clit. Leon drags his tongue through your folds while he gently crooks his finger, curving it up as he thrusts inside you.
Now that you’re warmed up, scorching really, your silky heat is squeezing his finger tightly.
You’re moving your hips now, gentle rolling movements, and your breath is coming out in panting, puffing gasps.
“Fuck,” you moan. “That’s—that’s so good, Rookie—hahh, so good. Keep doing that.”
A bolt of heat shoots through Leon at the compliment, the confirmation that he’s doing good. It’s like a shot of arousal straight to his cock.
He moans against your flushed folds, eyes squeezed shut as he loses himself in the taste and feel and rhythm of pleasing you. Slick is clinging to his mouth as he licks your clit with flat, broad strokes.
Your hips are moving quicker now. You’re almost riding his finger and mouth, and, wow. That’s really hot.
Leon briefly considers asking for it: having you sit on his face and grind on his tongue. But, no, you’re making sounds like you’re getting close. Maybe another time. Hopefully another time.
God, Leon would beg on his knees for another time.
But first, he wants you to come on his tongue.
“Fuck, oh, oh—” Your moans are getting higher and faster. “Don’t stop, Rookie, you’re gonna make me come, ohhh—”
Your hands grip his hair painfully tight.
Leon makes a desperate sound as pleasure and pain mix into a heady cocktail that burns through his throat and gathers low in his belly. He feels drunk off it all, his mind swimming with your moans, your heat, youyouyou.
His tongue flicks fast against your clit while his finger drives into you, trying to aim for your sweet spot and finding it, because your moans are getting louder and your thighs are trembling around him.
Leon sucks on your clit, moaning around it, and that’s it. With a shout, your insides contract around his finger, gripping him like a vice as you shake through your orgasm.
The sounds you’re making as you’re coming are so hot that Leon’s eyes want to roll back inside his head.
This, on his knees in your office, eating you out, it’s—Leon is going to think about this every time he jerks off. Until he’s fifty years old. Maybe even older.
With a shuddery sigh, you relax back in your chair, so Leon eases up on the intensity.
He can’t fully stop, though. He’s slowly licking your pussy, lost in the feeling of you on his tongue, until you yank on his hair hard enough to pull him away from your groin.
“Enough,” you order.
Leon slowly blinks his eyes open, staring at you with a dazed expression. He’s sure his face is flushed bright red, his mouth swollen and… wet.
You take in his drunk expression for a few seconds. Then you let out a breath. “Well,” you say, your voice a little rough. “That was more than adequate.”
Leon feels like he’s trembling.
It was… a lot. The best kind of a lot, but his mind is still syrup, filled with the taste of your body, and he’s not sure how to form words right now.
You raise an eyebrow at him. “Look at you. Completely pussy drunk, huh?”
Leon licks his lips.
They still taste like you.
“Shit.” You give his hair a soft yank. “I let you eat me out, Rookie, so what do you say?”
Leon shivers as the electric shocks of pain spark through his thighs and dick. “Thank you, ma’am,” he whimpers.
You gentle your touch, carding your fingers through his hair. “Good.”
Your eyes dip down his body, where his cock is very visibly straining against the front of his pants.
Leon opens his mouth to tell you that you don’t need to—this is already more than he’d thought he’d get, but then you shift your leg, pressing it right against his erection.
The noise that leaves Leon’s sound is wounded.
He doubles over, gripping your thigh for purchase as pleasure bursts through his system, making his eyes squeeze shut.
“I—I’m—” he pants.
“Yeah, you’re wound up, aren’t you?” You sound like you don’t mind that at all.
Leon’s lofty ideas of not having to come are thrown out the window now that your leg is pressed against him. He feels like he’s vibrating out of his skin with need.
“Ma’am,” he begs.
You hum, like you’re considering his request. Like you’d actually send him away like this.
Leon is surprised to find his pulse spiking at the thought.
“Please, please, I need—” he pants. “It’s painful—”
You tilt your head. “What do you need, Rookie?”
“I need to come, ma’am. Please.”
You shift your leg, dragging it against his hard cock, and Leon moans loudly. He presses his face into your thigh to try and muffle it.
“You can use my leg to get off,” you say, and it’s—it should be embarrassing.
All of it should be; the begging, having to voice what he wants, humping your leg like a… like a dog.
But either Leon is more of a pervert than he thought he was—take that, Academy classmates—or he’s too turned on to care.
If he wasn’t a second away from blowing his load, he might figure it out. As it is, he just starts rutting against your leg, working his cock against your skin with short, desperate thrusts.
Even through clothing, it feels so good that he’s lost in it, mouthing at your thigh and moaning too loudly.
“Haah, ahh, Captain, I’m—I’m almost—can I—?”
“Permission granted,” you say, and Leon shudders and moans and comes against your leg.
Heat engulfs him from head to toe, white light flashing behind his eyelids, and pleasure unlike anything he’s ever felt before washes over him, again and again, until he’s gasping for air.
Leon slumps over your leg, boneless, his gut shivery and his limbs heavy. It takes him a solid minute to feel alive again.
He stirs slightly, and it’s then that he realizes your hand is in his hair—that you’ve been gently running your fingers through it, nails occasionally scratching his scalp.
It feels really nice. Calming. It helps to soothe his racing heartbeat.
“Doing okay, Kennedy?” you ask softly.
Leon clears his throat. “Yeah.”
He sits up, wincing at the wet feeling in his underwear, then wincing again when he sees the bitemark on your thigh.
“Shit, did I…?”
It must’ve happened when he was coming so hard he thought he’d pass out.
“I don’t see any other officers here, Kennedy.”
“I’m sorry,” Leon says, feeling shitty, because the mark looks really red. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
You put a finger underneath his chin and tilt his head up, forcing him to look away from the bitemark. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. The skin isn’t even broken.”
Leon nods.
You’re his captain.
If you say it’s okay, then it is.
“Now, then.” You lean back in your chair. “I believe you and I have reports to finish.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Leon moves to his feet, ignoring the wobbliness in his legs.
“Let’s see if relieving tension will help us finish our work faster.” You give him a sly glance. “As fast as you did.”
Leon’s face burns with embarrassment, but a grin still spreads on his face.
Yeah, okay.
He really, really likes it when you’re a little mean to him.
“Yes, ma’am.”