Screwdrivers

Awkward glances were exchanged for the next few days in the office. Not much was said, but then again, not much was to be said.

"You know," began Dana during a moment they had alone. "If you want to get drunk and fuck me senseless, we could get drunk together."

EJ had no clue what to say.

"So . . . my place around 9 P.M.?"

EJ nodded his assent. "Uh huh."

--O--

Around 10:15, EJ showed up at Dana's apartment with a bottle of cheap vodka and a carton of orange juice in hand.

"Fashionably late, eh?" she commented slightly annoyed as he walked in the door.

"Something like that," he replied, already feeling his horniness rising.

A few drinks later and both of them were fairly tipsy.

Dana looked at him over the rim of her glass. Damn. Only about a week before, this man had dominated her against her own living room wall. How did that make her feel? Pretty fucking turned on, that was for sure.

EJ wasn't exactly immune to what Dana was feeling. He had a vivid memory of what had transpired here not so long ago.

He pushed his drink aside. "How about we forget these screwdrivers, and I just screw you?"

Dana was taken aback by his bluntness, but all the more, did not shy away from it. "Sure," she shrugged. "Let's have at it." Throwing aside the tension and awkwardness, she inserted, "So why don't we go to my room? It will be more comfortable."

EJ smiled to himself. Why can't all women be like this? He nodded in agreement, and they made their way into Dana's bedroom. It was the first time he had ever been in her bedroom, as their previous excursions had taken place in the living room. Hell, they had even passed out on the couch after it was all said and done. He found himself quite fascinated with the random discarded articles of clothing and the various knickknacks.

Dana sat down at the end of the bed. "So . . . here we are," she smiled.

"Yeah," EJ replied as he leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips locked, and EJ reached down to wrap his arms around Dana's waist. She tensed for a brief moment, right before he pushed her back onto the bed. He didn't waste any time going to work unbuttoning her pants. "Geez EJ. Excited are we?"

"Shut up, bitch," he replied with a smirk, pulling her panties off her ankles.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow.

"God yes. Now come here and give me some of that dick."

"Fucking tease." He climbed onto the bed and grabbed her waist, pulling her so they were eye to eye. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Oh I have a clue." She glanced at the bulge in his pants and reached to unfasten the button. He lifted his hips to help her pull them and his boxers off. His cock eagerly rose to meet her touch. She grasped it and caressed the head with her thumb. "But what will they say at work if they found out you were fucking me senseless once we were off-duty."

"Who cares," he growled, pulling off her shirt, then his own. Unsnapping her bra, he grasped a nipple between his teeth. She gasped as he worked his way up her collarbone and bit her neck. "I should leave hickeys all over your neck for everyone at to see. Hell, I should just bend you over my desk. I would gag you so no matter how hard I fucked you, no one would hear you scream. I would take you in middle of the office and no one would fucking know." He touched a finger to her vulva. It was already drenched. He smiled. "Just how I like you." He slipped a finger inside her and clamped her clit with his thumb.

"You don't waste any time getting to the point," she smiled, already aroused and ready for him to ravage her.

"It doesn't look like you're complaining."

Dana moaned her response, and EJ took that as an okay to move forward. He withdrew his finger and aligned his hardness with her vulva. The tip barely touching, he leaned forward and kissed her. His lips played gently over hers, reassuring her. Intertwining the fingers of one hand in her hair and grabbing a hip with the other, he slid inside her. "God EJ, that feels so good."

He returned to kissing her neck and caught a patch of soft skin in his mouth, sucking it gently. Pausing he said, "I think I'll keep my promise and give everyone something to whisper about tomorrow."

"Enough of the romantic stuff," she moaned. Some things just sent her over the edge, like how wonderfully filthy it would be to have EJ fuck her in the office, leaving his marks all over her body. "Just fuck me already."

"Will do," he pulled her head back by the hair and kissed her one more time on the lips. "You asked for it." When he was playing the dominant role, EJ's face always lost the look of playful amusement it constantly wore. He pulled out partially, then shoved back in as hard as he thought she could take it. She gasped and struggled slightly, gripping his shoulders. He held her in place and held a finger to her lips, "Now that won't do. I wouldn't want to hurt you."

Her orgasm was almost immediate. "Christ, EJ. You weren't like this a few nights ago."

"Are you complaining?"

"Hell no."

"Good," he grinned, grinding into her more roughly, testing her limits.

Both of them were near the edge of ecstasy. EJ grabbed her wrists and held them over her head, increasing his rhythm even more. Dana held on the best she could considering the circumstances. His breath was hot on her neck. Moaning, she reached her breaking point, and he followed shortly after. He tightened his grip for a few minutes longer, and then withdrew.

They lay there in silence for a short eternity. Dana closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, a smile tugging at her lips. EJ leaned over and kissed her cheek. He touched a finger gingerly to her neck. Yep. Going to have to explain that tomorrow.

He laid back and closed his eyes. He could definitely get used to this.