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“This is an extremely bad idea.”
Beidou huffed and popped her head back out from under the table, “you’re only saying that because you know that you’ll come in five minutes.”
“No, I’m saying that because I actually want to get some work done today, this is technically still a public space. People can come in.” Ningguang gave a coy smile, reaching out and caressing Beidou’s cheek. “Besides, captain, I wouldn’t want you to bruise your knees too badly for me.”
The slightly glazed look that Ningguang received was most satisfying. Blinking, Beidou seemed to get a hold of herself. Obnoxiously, she did an exaggerated double take, “little old me? Distract you? I could never. If you’re worried about noise well... I guess you better keep quiet.”
She trailed off and eyed Ningguang with that same mischievous look that had already gotten her into more trouble than she needed. “Green.” It wasn’t that the word surprised Ningguang specifically, but how it came out wasn’t as she’d intended. Her voice sounded breathless and full of anticipation, not like her at all.
Beidou didn’t need any more encouragement, and her head disappeared beneath the table once more, and Ningguang could only sit practically on the edge of her seat, while she waited with bated breath. One thing that had surprised Ningguang in the beginning, was how gentle and careful Beidou was. She was still deliciously rough at times, but in a calculated way that sent shivers down Ningguang’s spine.
Perhaps a bit ambitiously, Ningguang decided to pick up her pen and try to focus on some accounts. The first touch thrust that idea violently out of her mind. Beidou’s hands creeping up each bare thigh, and slipping under her skirt with practised ease, the soft leather of her gloves causing goose bumps to prickle on Ningguang’s skin.
There was no holding in the gasp when Ningguang felt hands grip her inner thighs and push her legs open forcefully. It felt like a shot of electric heat zapping along her spine and through her pussy. Fuck. Roughness never failed to get her going hard extremely quickly.
The hands were carefully massaging and groping their way closer and Ningguang could feel the excitement building in her chest, filling it with butterflies. Fingers hooked into the waist band of her underwear, and she could feel them being pulled down torturously slowly.
She was almost ready to deliver a harsh kick to Beidou’s back to tell her to hurry up, but that would be admitting that the other woman had won their little game. And Ningguang was too stubborn for that. The hot breath in-between her legs pulled a squirm out of her, and she bit her lip to keep in any embarrassing noises.
There was a brief pause, in which Ningguang became fully aware, that the sound of her pen scratching hadn’t started up again. She could almost see Beidou’s self-satisfied smirk. Filled with a new determination, Ningguang picked up the pen and started writing. If the letters she wrote were also engrained on her desk, no one needed to know.
A hot tongue came out of nowhere, and licked from the bottom of her folds, to the very top. Dipping past her inner fold and around her clit teasingly but garnering a quiet moan anyway. Beidou was a fiend with her mouth.
Forcing herself to keep writing at a steady pace was difficult, but not impossible. “You’re going to need to do better than that to keep me satisfied pet.” The only answer she received was a nip on her thigh, that only made her muscle clench a little bit. Ningguang smirked and continued. Riling Beidou up was a sure way to lose feeling in her legs, but it was worth it.
All at once Beidou seemed to come to life, sucking harshly on Ningguang’s clit, before pushing her face into her pussy like she was eating her last meal. Ningguang clenched the table with her free hand, biting back a moan. Her hand only slipped a smidge though. The word she’d been writing was still legible. That meant there was more to come.
Beidou’s hands started to knead Ningguang’s thighs, fingers tracing her tattoo. Beidou seemed to like it, maybe she should get another. Without warning, she was suddenly jolted, and her thighs were unceremoniously thrown over Beidou’s shoulders, only just avoiding a collision with the underside of the desk.
“Shit.”
Beidou’s tongue was curling up inside her, hitting her G-spot, and a free hand had come to trace fiery circles on her clit. Her thighs were slick, and she could feel Beidou’s chin slipping against them wetly as she sloppily ate her out. It was so good. The hand on her ass was gripping her tightly, and Ningguang was convinced that there’d be a handprint there if she looked. Archons, she hoped there was.
Her thighs were quivering with the build-up, and she could feel her release coming closer. A knock shattered her daydreams. For a horror-stricken moment Ningguang wondered if she could just pretend that she wasn’t in.
“Um? Lady Ningguang?”
There was a glorious wet sound as Beidou pulled away. “Answer.”
Clearing her throat Ningguang felt compelled to obey, only choking slightly on the, “Come in,” as Beidou sucked her clit into her mouth.
Baishi entered smiling, “I was just wondering if you could have a look over these for me?”
Ningguang gave a nod, not trusting herself to speak.
“Lady Ningguang?”
“Yes?” Ningguang was proud of how steady her voice was, despite how Beidou had gone back to kitten licks against her clit.
“Didn’t Captain Beidou come in here earlier? I didn’t see her leave. Where’d she go?” Under the desk you incompetent fool.
“She left a while ago.” Ningguang paused and Beidou swirled her tongue particularly spitefully, “you must have missed her.”
The last syllable was a bit strained, but she managed it.
“Huh. Are you okay? You seem, flushed.”
“I’m fine.” Ningguang managed, “it’s just quite warm in here.”
“That’s true, let me open a window for you.” It was almost painful, to sit there while Baishi opened a window and said “goodbye” with a smile. Ningguang was silently glad that she’d installed a table covering that ran down to the floor.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Beidou returned with a vengeance. Twisting her tongue around dexterously and pushing inside Ningguang with a steady finger. The spit already there, paired with how wet Ningguang was made for little resistance. As Beidou crooked her finger and simultaneously added another, Ningguang couldn’t hold her moan in.
“Beidou.” The rest of whatever she’d meant to say was lost on her breath, as Beidou found her G-spot easily, and started to quicken her pace. The lazy licks she’d been giving Ningguang’s clit speeding up and building more pressure.
Every touch was igniting pleasure through her bones, and Ningguang could feel her orgasm getting closer. She half didn’t want it to come, the urge to bask languidly in the liquid pressure too much. At the same time, Ningguang knew that if she didn’t come now, she might actually cry. The very thought of Beidou removing her lips from where they were solidly wrapped around her was slightly distressing.
There was something addictive about the way that the other woman moved, something about the way she moaned against Ningguang’s clit that captured her interest. Ningguang always felt so powerful when Beidou was in-between her legs, there was a feeling of abject bliss as soon as she felt the edges of an orgasm creeping around her brain.
“I’m close.”
Beidou redoubled her ministrations, her finger becoming rougher, and pulling gasping moans out of Ningguang that were barely quiet enough to keep them under the radar. Beidou’s free hand left her thigh and slid up Ningguang’s chest, groping at her tits as it went, before pressing two fingers into her mouth. The build-up wasn’t slow, Ningguang could feel that golden haze rushing towards her like a ship at high winds.
By the time that it crashed into her, she was biting down on Beidou’s fingers, arching her back, and blinding grinding her hips down into the sensation. Chasing every last drop of residual pleasure before she slowed to a stop.
Finally, she reached down and pushed at Beidou’s head weakly. “I’m done.”
Beidou didn’t stop gently tonguing her clit, and Ningguang could feel the beginnings of overstimulation. She couldn’t help the whine escaping, as she collapsed backwards against her chair. The other woman stopped briefly to say, “there’s always our safe-word doll.”
Then she planted her face firmly back between Ningguang’s thighs. Ningguang carefully didn’t meet Beidou’s gaze, feeling her cheeks heat up, leaning her head on the back of the chair. As her thighs began to quiver, and the pleasure-pain of overstimulation faded quite firmly back into pleasure, Ningguang wondered helplessly if Baishi could hear her. Maybe that woman deserved a raise.