Caius D'Onofrio (poweroftheeye) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-10-04 09:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, caius, caius x reagan, reagan |
Who: Reagan and Caius
Where: D’Onofrio Management near the marina
When: Late afternoon, Wednesday, November 15th
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Reagan had been having a pretty good day. Better than good, really, and she had to wonder if it had to do with the weather. Oh, she didn’t like how cold it was, as the fire witch inside of her was dreading winter, but it was sunny outside and people were out enjoying it after a week of rain. That meant a lot more foot traffic along Main Street, which kept she and Emma busy in the shop for most of the day. People were feeling as good as Reagan, apparently, because so many of them were spending a lot of money. That was more than okay with Reagan.
The only thing she might have labeled as strange was an old classmate of hers, Nolan Batch, coming into the shop shortly before she was about to leave for the day to ask her out to dinner. It was a bizarre request, only because she hadn’t spoken to him in years, despite seeing him out and about every now and then. Telling him no hadn’t deterred him much, neither did showing him her wedding ring. But Nolan had been pretty quick to get out of there once he found out that Caius D’Onofrio was the guy Reagan had ended up marrying. It seemed that the intimidation attached to the D’Onofrio name hadn’t really faded much since high school.
Amused more than annoyed, Reagan finished up her afternoon work and left Belladonna in Emma’s capable hands. She had a few errands to run, but Reagan found herself impulsively driving to Caius’s office near the marina. There was no voice in her head telling her that she shouldn’t. She wanted to see him, and if Reagan wanted something, how often did she deny it to herself?
After finding a parking spot, Reagan walked up the perfectly landscaped path toward the small building. She had no real reason for visiting other than she had felt like it, but it was too strange to even think about needing to find an excuse for being there. It didn’t matter in the moment that Caius had no memory of her before the day they broke the curse that had plagued their families. In her mind, he was still her husband, and it was important to stay visible in his life… at least in between the times they came together to try and figure out the best way to get his memories back.
Entering the building, Reagan smiled at Michelle, the older woman who had been Anthony’s receptionist for… well, years. Decades, maybe. Michelle looked surprised to see Reagan, but returned the smile quickly and assured her that Caius was in his office. Reagan didn’t wait to be announced, but walked down the hall until she was knocking lightly at the closed door that bore his name.
Caius had had a busy but pleasant day so far. He’d woken up feeling marginally better from the ritual he’d performed, like his body was still tired and headachey, but his mind felt better. He was in a surprisingly good mood as they day went along, catching himself gazing out the big picture windows in his office at the beautiful day every so often. He had a lot of work to do, or he might have shirked it and spent the day outside. The air was calling to him. Autumn was always his favorite season, breezy and crisp. But he had to focus, because the tree lighting ceremony was in a couple of days, and there was a lot to do.
He’d also been focusing on trying out his new power. Anthony hadn’t instructed Caius on how to use it, but he was feeling his way through it. It was like ... a concentration. A projection outward on someone he was staring at. He’d gotten Michelle to get him a coffee without him asking for it, and mentally suggested she leave early that day. After she’d sent him and Anthony an email about it, Caius had had her change her mind. She’d gotten a little flustered without knowing why, but it had felt like one hell of an accomplishment to Caius. He had to wonder if his father had used this ability on him in the past, and decided he would worry about that later. Now he just had to figure out how to use it to solve his problem.
Caius was busy responding to emails on his laptop when the knock at his door came. He assumed it was Michelle wanting something, so he called, “Come in,” without giving it a second thought.
Reagan heard his voice and she opened the door, stepping inside without waiting for a greeting. It was a familiar place to be, even though Reagan hadn't spent a ton of time in his office. But everything was where it had been the last time she came by for a visit, and her gaze ticked briefly to the view of the water outside. It was nothing short of picturesque. But that was Point Pleasant, wasn't it? Idyllic and 'charming'. At least on the surface. And there was Caius, looking handsome in his work clothes. She wondered if he knew she had bought him the tie he was wearing for Christmas last year. Probably not, but it still pleased her to see it around his neck. "Hi," she told him, approaching his desk. "I know this is unannounced, but I was nearby and thought I would stop in and see how you were doing."
Caius glanced up as his peripheral vision caught the form of a woman who was shaped very differently than Michelle. His lips parted a little at the unexpected sight of Reagan there. She looked -- and smelled, he picked up immediately -- gorgeous, and something deep inside of him pulled hard in her direction. He got a quick mental flash of himself standing up, taking her into his arms, and kissing the breath out of her. The strength of the desire surprised him a little. Instead he sat back in his chair and gave Reagan a small smile. “Hi,” he said back. “Uh ... thanks. Good to see you. I’m doing, I guess. Shut the door, I’ve got some news.” He nodded to the office door behind her.
Caius did look surprised to see her, but she found she liked it. It couldn't hurt to keep him on his toes a bit, right? It had always worked out for her in the past... for the most part. Reagan was a little surprised to hear that he had some news, and she could only hope it was good news. She didn't really want to hear anything that might put a damper on how she was feeling today. Reagan arched a dark brow in response, but turned and shut the door before walking over to sit down in one of the chairs in front of Caius's desk. "All right, so what's the news," she asked, setting her purse to the side. "Have you found something new?"
It kind of felt like any news would be good news today, but Caius’s news was genuinely good, so he was happy to share it. He moved his laptop aside so it wasn’t between them, and leaned forward with his arms on his desk, a little smile toying with his lips. “Something like that,” he told her. “I did a ritual this weekend, something my father showed me. And now I have the ability to influence weaker, unskilled minds. I’m going to get Brianna McCarthy to give up the Baron grimoire to us.” He’d been thinking of it as getting Brianna to give it up to him, but ‘us’ seemed more prudent for the moment. He watched Reagan’s expression closely for a reaction, still not sure how she felt about that kind of magic. His mother would’ve hated it, but she didn’t matter as much as his technical wife did.
That was certainly news and Reagan was torn between addressing the possibility of getting the Baron grimoire, and Caius learning new magic. Dark magic. Reagan was not opposed to dark magic. Gods knew she had learned quite a bit herself. But influencing minds? That was advanced magic, and she could only imagine the sacrifice, and backlash, that he probably had to endure. "I'm trying to figure out which part of that is the bigger news," Reagan said after a moment of thought. There was an extremely fleeting moment of discomfort, because if he could influence minds, would he attempt to influence hers? But it passed quickly, as Reagan's mind was not weak, nor unskilled. And even if he couldn't remember their history, she refused to believe he would ever try such magic on her, of all people. "That's... very advanced magic, Caius. Are you all right?"
Caius knew in some way that he was taking a risk telling Reagan, like maybe she would become suspicious of him or judgey about his delve into darker magic, but it didn’t seem like a big deal at the moment. Nothing much seemed like a big deal, everything was good and just getting better. He gave Reagan a wolfish smile at the first thing she said, his gaze straying from her face just a bit. It came back up at the note of concern in her voice, and his face sobered a bit. It had been advanced magic, and it had been agony. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, then said, “Much better today. It’s not an experience I’d care to repeat anytime soon, and it laid me up for a couple of days. But no headache today, so I’m getting better. It’ll be worth it if this works.”
"The sacrifice you make for that kind of magic doesn't disappear with a couple days in bed," Reagan pointed out, though she wasn't lecturing him as much as she was merely stating a fact. One that he knew already. Caius would always do whatever he wanted to do, especially when it came to furthering his power, but he'd also always had Reagan there to make sure he never slipped too deeply into the dark. She felt a sliver of resentment towards Anthony, but pushed it aside quickly. It was too nice a day to let her anger surface. "But," she added, "I know you can handle it. And it's probably the best chance we have for getting Baron's grimoire." Reagan eyed Caius closely, her lips curving slightly. "Have you been using it?" She couldn't imagine Caius having that kind of power and not immediately testing it out, at least.
Caius did know that already, but he didn’t much care to think about the long-term consequences today. It was something that had to be done for their situation, and it would become a useful skill in the future, he was sure. Whatever the backlash would be, he could handle it. Anthony had, and Caius was already proving that he could surpass his father when it came to magic. That was his goal, anyway. He nodded along with what Reagan said, glad that she wasn’t going to tell him off for doing it. Maybe she leaned a little dark herself. He was feeling especially intrigued to find out. He grinned at her question. “I’ve run a few experiments,” he said, trying to sound mostly aloof but failing. “Michelle has been kind enough to be my unwitting guinea pig, just for some small things.” He nodded toward the door. “It’s working well so far.”
Reagan wondered if there were any lasting effects from having one's mind tampered with, even in the mildest of ways. Michelle hadn't seemed out of sorts or anything when Reagan arrived, and she doubted Caius would go too far with a woman who had worked for his father for so long. But she wasn't going to sit there and judge him. Did she worry? Yes. But Reagan had cast her own share of dark magic before and she felt more intrigued than unhappy about Caius's new ability. "Try it on me," Reagan suggested. "I want to see how it works."
Caius wasn’t sure if there were any lingering effects either, so he hadn’t overdone it with Michelle, just in case. But bringing him coffee and sending a couple of emails wasn’t too extreme, so he figured that was enough. Convincing Brianna McCarthy to find and give him her family’s grimoire was going to be more of a challenge, but that was what practice was for. He arched his eyebrow at Reagan’s request, then let out a little chuckle and sat back, folding his hands on his stomach. “Okay then,” he murmured, not about to argue with her. Caius met Reagan’s gaze and held it, reaching into the willful part of his mind to find that place he’d been pushing with. He might’ve thought better of it on a different day, but today he wanted what he wanted, so he tried to suggest to Reagan’s mind that she wanted to come around the desk and kiss him.
She wasn't entirely sure what she expected, though Reagan had imagined he might try to get her to fetch him something, or hand him money from her purse. Something small and simple just to show what he was capable of. As their eyes met, Reagan felt overcome by the urge to kiss him. It took her a moment or two to recognize that it was Caius who was gently pushing the desire, because frankly, wanting to kiss and touch Caius was not something she would ever need encouragement to do. It wasn't an obvious thing to her, the compulsion, but the magic pulsing through her blood recognized the intrusion. It was so subtle, though, that Reagan realized someone as unskilled and unaware as Brianna McCarthy would fall for it and never think twice about it.
Reagan uncrossed her legs and stood, doing exactly what she wanted by walking around his desk and placing a hand on the back of his chair to turn him more fully toward her. Reagan gripped his tie with her free hand, though she didn't tug him toward her as she leaned down until their faces were level, her lips close to his. "I can feel you in my head," Reagan murmured. "But did I come over here because you wanted me to, or because I wanted to."
Maybe it wasn’t the smartest experiment to push for something that Reagan would have done anyway, or at least had a normal desire to do, since she was presumably in love with him and all. But Caius wasn’t exactly thinking strategically. They’d just been keeping their physical distance from one another, and today he didn’t want that, so why not? A cocky little smile played with his lips as he watched her approach and let himself be turned in the chair, feeling some fluttering in his stomach when she lifted his tie from his chest. Gods, she was beautiful. And she smelled incredibly delicious. Complicated situation be damned, Caius wanted to fuck her on his desk. He kept his hands on the arms of his chair for the moment, gazing steadily back into Reagan’s eyes. “That’s the question, isn’t it?” he murmured. “What’s it feel like? Me inside you.” His lips quirked slightly upward.
The question's double meaning was blatant and Reagan smirked softly. "It's unlike anything I've ever felt before," she told him, letting him decide whether or not she was talking about the mind compulsion. On some level this might have been a bad idea, considering the situation, but Reagan had been having a good day and she was tired of denying herself what she wanted, circumstances be damned. Caius wanted her, she could see it in his eyes. The magic that pulsed inside of her felt it radiating from his own. Whether he remembered her consciously or not, his magic certainly seemed to. "What does it feel like for you?" she asked, her fingers tightening gently around the knot of his tie. "Being inside me."
Caius did want her. He may not remember falling in love with Reagan Kelly, but he could see plain as day why he had. Besides being stunning on the outside, she was intelligent and self-possessed and strong-willed and driven and obviously magically talented. Something in her drew something in him to her, and maybe that was magic or just chemistry, but it was strong. Today he didn’t want to hold back to spare her feelings. She’d come to see him and she obviously wanted him back. Caius felt like there was a battle of wills under the surface of the moment, of who would crack first and bridge the gap. It was a turn on. “So far, like not enough,” he said softly back. Caius gave another subtle pull with his mind, aware that Reagan would feel it. He didn’t want to try force her, not yet. It was just a silent suggestion.
A battle of wills was not something that was new to Reagan and Caius. Whether it was playful or not, they could both be stubborn as hell, refusing to be the one that relented or cracked first. It was both frustrating and endearing, depending on the circumstances. She was sure Caius would agree, could he remember their history. Reagan's gaze ticked briefly down to his lips and her body was practically pleading with her to get on with it. It had been a couple weeks since this all went to shit, and Reagan could feel the time and distance so acutely. There was another subtle itch in the back of her mind, the desire to kiss him resurfacing swiftly. Not that she didn't already want to, but it amused her, the thoughts he was putting in her mind. It was also arousing. "Not enough," Reagan repeated, her red lips curving. "Does that mean you want to get deeper?"
In spite of his mental pulling on her, Caius liked that Reagan hadn’t given in yet. He got the sense that one of them would, that they couldn’t keep up this distance forever, but maybe that was just his ego talking. The scent of Reagan had filled his head and Caius wanted nothing more than to bury his face in her neck while he held her body against his and tasted her skin. Caius’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair briefly. His one night with Alice had been fun, but unsatisfying in the long run. It had felt like something was missing, to Caius, and he hadn’t quite known what that something was until now. He could feel it vibrating between him and Reagan, sending heat thrumming through his body. “Right now, I want to get as deep as you’ll let me,” he told her, gazing into her eyes.
Reagan hummed softly in her throat as she gazed back at him. "You're the one with the power, but you still want my permission?" She knew Caius well enough to know he would never seriously use his newfound ability in that manner, against her or anyone. But that didn't mean she couldn't tease him with it in a less than playful manner. It was taking every ounce of willpower that she had remaining not to climb onto his lap and kiss him, but the tension and anticipation for it would only make it that much better in the end. Even though Caius had no past memories of her right now, the chemistry was still evident, pulsating between them. Curse or not, his body remembered her, even if his mind couldn't.
Caius was no rapist, and even with the ability to influence minds on his side, he would never use it to get sex ... so maybe that was a bad direction for a demonstration. But damn did the tension feel good, and that seemed to be all he wanted today, to keep feeling good. “I’m not a monster,” he murmured, though the tiny smirk that crossed his lips suggested that he might well be. Reagan didn’t seem at all perturbed by what was happening, and Caius took note that she trusted him. That was good. He brushed his mind against hers again, another subtle tug in his direction -- if nothing else, this was excellent practice at keeping a light touch. He didn’t need to go banging around in Brianna McCarthy’s mind like a bull in a china shop. Caius’s gaze ticked down to Reagan’s lips again and he wet his own without conscious thought. “Is that not how it used to work?”
The question prompted a bit of a wider smile from Reagan as her thumb brushed along the knot of his tie. Her fingers were itching to brush into his thick hair. "Sometimes," she murmured. "Sometimes I'm the one asking permission. Sometimes I beg. And sometimes there's not a lot of time, or patience, to ask first." Caius was there in her mind again and Reagan could feel her heart rate quicken. It was getting more difficult to deny him, and herself, but Reagan didn't know if that was because of his mental influence or because she just wanted him that badly. In a way not knowing made this all the more exciting. Unable to help herself now, Reagan brushed her nose against his, their lips barely touching. He smelled amazing and the scent of his cologne triggered too many memories to count. "But if you want to hear it, then I'll tell you that you can go as deep as you want. There's no need to be gentle."
The words ‘sometimes I beg’ sent an extra rush of heat into Caius’s groin, and he took a quicker, deeper breath. His bodily reaction kind of surprised him -- he didn’t know that that was a Thing for him, but it so obviously was. Having a powerful, intelligent woman like Reagan seemed to be, begging him for something ... he wanted to experience that, badly. And gods, she smelled so fucking good. When Reagan gave him the green light, Caius flexed his will, pushing for her to kiss him as strongly as he could, just to see how it felt. He didn’t wait to see if the compulsion worked, however, as his hand came up to cup the back of her neck and Caius crushed his mouth to hers. His heart was pounding in his chest, and it was the kind of kiss that sent tingles all down the front of his body. Caius shifted forward on his chair a bit, his other hand moving to Reagan’s hip to pull her body in closer. He wanted to feel more of her, have her weight against him, really touch her.
The desire to kiss Caius was damn near impossible to deny now, and she was already moving in to do just that when his mouth crashed against hers. She had felt the mental intrusion as though it had slammed into her mind, but the sensation of it took a backseat to this. She wanted Caius desperately and there was no way she wouldn't have taken him, whether she had been led by his influence or not. Reagan let go of his tie to shove her fingers into his hair where they curled around the dark strands. His fingertips were warm against her skin and Reagan parted her lips to deepen the kiss even as she gripped the arms of his chair to crawl up onto his lap. There wasn't a lot of space, but she didn't mind it. Reagan wanted to be as close to his body as she possibly could. Kissing Caius again was like taking a long drink of ice cold water after being stranded in the desert. She missed him desperately, and being unable to touch him had been driving her mad.
Caius’s tongue was right there to meet Reagan’s when she parted her lips, and he let out a brief, deep sound into her mouth. Her fingers felt so good in his hair, but it was nothing compared to how her body felt as she settled her weight against him. Caius slipped both arms around her, hands splayed against her back for support as they kissed. The mind magic dropped away as it completely ceased to matter. Reagan wanted to be in his lap with their mouths dancing together, Caius could feel that as well as he could feel his own arousal. There was a tiny voice in the back of his mind saying that maybe it wasn’t the best idea for him to indulge the both of them in this, but it was easy for him to ignore in the moment. He’d felt the little drops of chemistry before, but this was like a deluge, an ocean of want that he couldn’t resist. Caius’s hands slid to Reagan’s hips to pull her in tighter against him, so she could feel that he was already hard for her.
Reagan didn't care if this was a good idea or not. She wanted it and he wanted it and Gods did his mouth taste divine. There had never been any doubt in Reagan's mind that they were meant to be together, and even if Caius couldn't remember that now, he would. Even now they were drawn together, and Reagan knew this went beyond any magic or curse. Moaning softly into his mouth, Reagan rolled her hips over his lap, loving how his erection pressed so intimately between her legs. Her entire body throbbed and ached for him, desperate to feel him inside of her again. Reagan stroked her tongue against his, content to let things build to a fever pitch if that's what happened. Gods, but how satisfying would it be to unzip him and take him inside of her and just fuck his brains out.
Caius did want to remember, but there was something amazing about feeling this for the first time. He could remember sleeping with a few other women, but he didn’t recall anything like this. Caius had picked up from the context clues of his life that he and Reagan had a hot relationship, but knowing that and feeling it were two different things. The way she rocked her hips was tantalizing, and it made Caius want to be buried deep inside her even more than he already did. And gods, those sounds ... Reagan was wearing a dress, so he couldn’t take her top off, but he did slide his hands up to push her cardigan off of her shoulders and down her arms. Then he grabbed for the skirt of her dress to start pulling it out from between them. He wasn’t trying to rush, he just desperately wanted less material between them.
Reagan was more than happy to shrug out of the cardigan, as her skin was becoming overheated anyway. She continued to kiss him even as she pushed up slightly on her knees to help Caius get her dress up and out of the way. It occurred to her that she hadn't locked his office door, but that only made her heart beat a bit faster. No, she didn't want anyone walking in, certainly not her father in law, but it was still thrilling to know someone could. With her dress pushed up her thighs, Reagan's hands fell to his belt to start tugging it apart. Maybe they couldn't get completely naked, but she was desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. It felt so much easier to reconnect in a physical way despite their problems. Sex had never been a difficult area for them, no matter the circumstances.
Caius wasn’t even thinking about the door, or the other people in the building. He didn’t care. All that he cared about was the smooth skin of Reagan’s thighs as he ran his hands up them, and the way her fingers at his belt made his stomach feel all flip-floppy and hot. Caius tried to angle himself so Reagan had room to undo his fly, but it was difficult when he just wanted to hold her body against his. He helped where he could, slipping a hand between them to pull the tails of his shirt out of the front of his pants. Why had he put on boxer briefs today? Underwear seemed like a stupid idea now. Meanwhile, Caius kept kissing her hungrily, grabbing breaths where he could.
With his shirt a bit out of the way, Reagan unzipped his pants and tugged them open, her fingers slipping effortlessly into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He was hot and hard against her fingers and Reagan moaned in appreciation at how ready he was for her. Reagan stroked him once before her thumb smeared the pre cum she found at the tip of his cock, spreading it slowly around the head as she flicked her tongue against his. Her panties were damp, and her chest tight with arousal. She was already trembling and Reagan had a feeling she just might explode the second he was inside of her. "I want you," she murmured breathlessly against his mouth. Caius had to know that already, but she wanted him to hear it anyway.
Reagan’s hand on his cock felt amazing, with no hesitance in her touch. It made perfect sense that she would know exactly how he liked to be handled, of course, but that didn’t make it feel any less good. Caius wished he knew her body as well as she knew his, but he felt certain that he could find his way. Reagan had already given him some delicious hints -- there was no need to be gentle, like she’d said. He hissed in a sharper breath at her words, the declaration making his cock throb even though her desire was apparent. He obviously needed a couch or something in his office, because Caius knew the angle from where they were wasn’t going to work out for him. He needed better control, and Reagan needed more room for her knees. Caius moved his hands to cup Reagan’s ass and stood up with her, turning to put her on the edge of his desk. He wasn’t any sort of beefcake, but Reagan didn’t weigh much, and lust was like adrenaline. Caius impatiently pulled his suit jacket off, then slipped one hand between Reagan’s legs. He rubbed against the damp part of her panties for a beat before he pulled them aside to really touch her. “Fuck,” Caius breathed as he stroked her folds, then slipped a finger inside of her heat.
She knew there wasn't a lot of space in the chair to do much more than grope each other, so Reagan wasn't surprised when Caius picked her up and moved her to his desk. One hand pressed against the surface for leverage and then other continued to stroke him, even as he pulled her panties to the side to touch her intimately. Her body responded immediately, trembling and squeezing around his finger as she gasped. It had always been something of a struggle for Reagan, usually in the best kind of way, knowing the kind of power Caius had over her body and knowing that he knew it too. It wasn't something that he would remember in this moment, but it was far too impossible to hold back, to maintain control and try to remain on even ground. She couldn't. Reagan was feeling desperately aroused and she knew Caius had always loved it when he was able to dominate her, even in the smallest of ways. Unwilling to wait much longer, Reagan worked on getting his boxer briefs down to his thighs, wanting him as unrestricted as he could be in their position. She stayed on the edge of the desk and kissed him again, harder this time and slipped her feet around to the back of his thighs to draw him in closer to her. "Please," Reagan murmured. "Please."
Caius helped push his pants down further and moved his shirt out of the way, all the while enjoying the way Reagan’s body clenched around his fingers. It was already a tight fit, and he knew slipping his cock into her was going to make his spine tingle. He gave zero thoughts to protection, but that seemed natural -- they were married, after all, Caius was sure they’d left condoms behind a long time ago. Not that he could think straight about anything at the moment. The way Reagan wrapped her legs around him and those quiet pleas made him feel dizzy with want, desperate to feel her in the most intimate of ways. He pulled his hand away from her pussy to take hold of his cock and get it into position. Caius kissed Reagan as well as he could with being so breathless, and once he felt that incredible heat against the tip of his cock, he didn’t hesitate to push himself into her. He let out a low-pitched groan, his mouth still close to hers, rocking his hips to sink in as deep as he could. Caius shuddered and made himself hold still for a moment so he wouldn’t give a couple of frenzied thrusts and then ruin it. He had better control than that and he wanted to prove it.
Reagan was prepared to tighten her legs around him to draw him in deeper if need be, but Caius pushed himself to the hilt, drawing a soft, strangled moan from her lips. Gods she had missed that feeling, the way her body stretched to his size, how she felt so full with him inside of her. She may have had other lovers over the years, but no one had ever fit so perfectly inside of her as Caius did. Reagan gripped the nape of his neck, keeping his mouth close even if they both lacked the oxygen needed to continue kissing as deeply as before. The trembling in her body would not cease, the pleasure was too great, even without Caius moving just yet. Reagan slid her other hand along his bare hip to his waist and around to the small of his back. What she wouldn't give to spend the rest of the day touching and kissing every inch of his body, to drive him mad with ecstasy until he couldn't think about anything, or anyone, but her. Reagan didn't rush him, but her body squeezed around his cock instinctively even as she pressed kisses along his jaw, occasionally nipping and licking with her tongue.
Reagan was indeed a snug, perfect fit for him. Caius shivered, a low groan bubbling up in his throat to answer hers. His sense of propriety knew that they couldn’t be too loud, that alerting somebody else in the building of what they were doing would bring some trouble his way, but damned if that seemed not to matter in the slightest. He wanted Reagan to make more of those sounds, he wanted to hear her moan and scream in ecstasy and know that he was the one causing it. He had to fuck her proper first, of course. Relishing the feel of her mouth on his skin, Caius braced himself, one hand flat on the desk and the other gripping Reagan’s hip. He started to thrust but he kept it slow so he could feel every inch of her as he pulled out and pushed back into that sweet grip. It would help him last, for one, and he kind of wanted to hear Reagan say ‘please’ again. He moaned softly near her ear, intent on letting her know just how good it felt to him too.
Given how long it had been since they had done this, Reagan was a bit relieved that Caius didn't immediately start to thrust hard against her. Despite where they were, she wanted to enjoy this as long as she possibly could. The delicious slide of his cock prompted Reagan to sigh contently, her hand gripping his hip in return. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing soft, but harsh. Her entire body strained against his, wanting and needing more, wishing she could get him even closer to her. Every slow thrust brought a whimper to Reagan's lips. She knew she needed to be quiet, but that had always been difficult for her, especially when it felt this damn good. Her legs lifted a bit, the heels of her feet pressing into the backs of his thighs. Reagan kissed his throat before looking down between their bodies to watch where their bodies were joined.
Maybe it wasn’t the ideal way to physically reconnect -- mostly dressed on the edge of his desk -- but Caius couldn’t care. All he could think about was how Reagan’s breath sounded in his ear and how tight her body was around him and that primal need to move his hips. He loved the desperate way she clung to him, but it was an even hotter turn on when she looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her. Caius looked too and felt his balls clench tighter. It was an incredible visual, that couldn’t be denied, even with parts of their clothes in the way; there was something sexy about being in too much of a rush to even take a woman’s panties off. Caius gave another soft curse under his breath, his body picking up the pace a little bit as the pleasure in his core got harder and harder to put off. He was going to hold on until he made Reagan come, but it was going to be a struggle, he could tell that much already.
She had never cared where or when they did this, or how many clothes they wore, though obviously fully nude together was ideal. But when they wanted each other, they wanted each other, and she was pleased to find that even with Caius's memory issues, that hadn't changed. It certainly wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and Reagan was determined that it wouldn't be the last either. Reagan exhaled sharply when Caius picked up speed and she kissed him again in a brief but hard and desperate kiss. At least his mouth against hers muffled the sounds she couldn't quite stifle now. Reagan couldn't move much on the desk, but she touched him wherever she could, fingertips pressing into his bare skin beneath his shirt before she dipped one hand down between them to cup his balls. Reagan wanted to come, and she would, but gods she wanted him to drive him crazy with desire for her first.
Michelle’s desk wasn’t right outside Caius’s office, and he was often grateful for that. Today was no exception, though he couldn’t dedicate many thoughts to potentially making the admin assistant uncomfortable. She respected a closed door, that was all he cared about. Reagan’s mouth felt hungry and intense against his own, and Caius kissed her back as much as he could with the breath that he had. Her hand on his balls was a nice surprise, and he gave another low groan, an extra shiver of pleasure running up his spine. He couldn’t remember being with a woman who did that during sex, and it was nice to find out that it felt really good. This might’ve been the first time he could remember fucking Reagan, but he already wanted to do it again. With no clothes next time, so he could get to know every inch of her body. Caius’s hands squeezed her hips as he kept fucking her at a pace that he hoped would draw it all out, his thrusts deep and his breath heavy and harsh.
As much as she knew it couldn't, Reagan desperately wanted this to last and last until they were physically unable to move anymore. She had been missing this so much over the past couple of weeks. It wasn't just the sex, but being physically close to Caius, kissing him, touching him. She wasn't naïve enough to think this fixed everything, because it wouldn't, and she was still likely to sleep alone tonight. But Reagan was willing to deal with that, if only for a few stolen moments with him now. Pleasure was rapidly spiraling out of control and Reagan could only bury her face against his neck to muffle her cries. Her orgasm took her by surprise, violent and forceful, stealing her breath as it flooded through every inch of her. There was nothing she could do but cling to him and pray that it never ended.
Caius could feel when Reagan’s body started to tighten around him. Even though this was the first time he could remember ever fucking her, some instinct in him felt in tune with her pleasure, and he knew she was on her way to climaxing. It made the sensations pummeling his own body feel even more intense, and Caius wasn’t sure he could last through Reagan coming around him. He was going to find out though. His hips started thrusting into her quicker and harder, and when she did peak, he groaned and gasped along with her. It was intoxicating, all of it -- the way her nails dug into his skin, her hot breath at his neck, the way her body throbbed around him. Caius almost lost his hold on the reins, but he managed to slow down to ride it out with her and keep that hot tightness in his balls from exploding. Soon, but gods, he wanted to enjoy Reagan’s orgasm without distraction.
As she was coming down from the high, Reagan realized with some relief that Caius hadn't come yet. They didn't always have simultaneous orgasms, but sometimes, depending on the circumstances and how crazed for one another they had been, her orgasm tended to trigger his own. But now she wanted to be able to watch him and feel it when he finally lost control. Her heart was still pounding, her breath harsh and shallow against his neck. He was still moving inside of her, prompting tiny shivers to race down her spine. Her body still pulsed around his cock and Reagan began to kiss his throat again, low moans occasionally escaping her lips. Her hands gripped his hips, fingertips pressing into his flesh to move with him. She couldn't stop kissing him, his throat, his jaw, his lips. Reagan wanted to stay close to him, wanted him to feel that intimacy as much as anything else.
She felt so good against him, Caius could see himself getting hooked on this very quickly. Maybe he already was. Maybe his body knew more than his compromised brain did, and this reconnection wasn’t just about them getting off, but instead a desperate attempt by his physical being to pull him back to Reagan. Fucking Alice, fun as it had been, had felt nothing like this. Breathing hard himself, Caius kept slow-thrusting to keep the momentum up, relishing every sweet clench of Reagan’s body. Like it was trying to milk every drop out of him. He kissed her hard in between breaths when her lips were close enough, his hands sliding up her thighs and back to her hips just to feel her skin. Caius thought to shift his arms then, slipping his forearms under Reagan’s legs so he could help support them, his hands grabbing the sides of her ass again. He gradually built his pace back up, loving every little sound that came out of Reagan.
The subtle shift in angle prompted Reagan to close her eyes, sighing as she relished the feel of him still moving inside of her. She might have already come but it still felt amazing, sparking tiny aftershocks of her climax. If they were anywhere else, anywhere, Reagan would have made this sure this was how they spent the rest of the day, except completely naked and sprawled out somewhere a little more comfortable. Still breathing hard, Reagan let her hands wander over his body, fingertips brushing along bare skin, reveling in the feel of every mark and muscle. She knew his body better than her own, knew where the scars were, and where they had come from. Reagan wanted to tear his shirt off so she could kiss them and trace them with her tongue. "You feel so good inside me," she murmured against his mouth.
She still felt so tight and fluttery around him, Caius could tell his cock still felt good, but the words made him throb happily anyway. “Fuck,” he breathed before he could think of something better to say. “You’re so tight ...” He worked his hips with a bit more force, enjoying the feel of his body hitting Reagan’s with every thrust. He knew that he could really let go now that he’d gotten an orgasm out of her, but he found himself still pacing things to prolong the pleasure a little bit longer. It felt like a day for indulgence, and he was already thinking that when they were done here, Caius ought to leave and go home with her for a few more rounds of this. Somewhere they could stretch out and get naked together, where he could explore her body. He gave a soft, helpless moan and fucked her a bit faster, getting closer and closer to his edge. “You want my cum?” Caius whispered huskily.
Reagan was more than willing to indulge him, to touch and kiss as he moved against her. She loved that he wasn't racing towards the finish line, that he wanted to draw this out as long as he possibly could. Still, she knew his body well enough to recognize when he was getting close and Reagan shoved both hands into his hair, gripping the strands tight. Gods, she wished they were somewhere else, somewhere more private where they could do spend the next several hours just doing this again and again until they were completely spent. She wanted him on his back where she could ride him until he couldn't take it anymore. She nipped at his bottom lip, moaning softly when he quickened his pace and Reagan tightened her legs around him to pull him in even closer. "God yes," she murmured against his mouth. "Give it to me, Caius."
He really liked the way she gripped his hair, like she didn’t mind being a little rough with him in return while they were in the middle of this. It was hot. Caius grunted low in his throat and thrust into her harder, all coherent thought falling away as he just let his body take over the wheel. His breath got more harsh and he could feel sweat trickling down his lower back as everything in him tightened up. With a few shaky moans and hard, deep thrusts, Caius tumbled over his edge. He couldn’t remember ever fucking a woman without a condom, and knowing that he was pumping Reagan full of his seed made the orgasm feel surprisingly better. He shuddered against her, groaning helplessly now as he rode the wave of pleasure until it subsided and left him panting and a little shaky.
Reagan pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down gently to keep her moans muffled the best she could, as not to cry out and draw attention to what they were up to. She kept her legs tight around him, lingering pleasure building again the harder he pounded into her. When he finally reached the peak, Reagan released a soft, slow breath, loving that he hadn't pulled out of her. Sure, it would have made quite a mess on her dress, but his instinct had been to come inside of her, as it had always been, even when they had been stupid, horny teenagers. Not that he would remember that. Loosening her grip in his hair, one of Reagan's hands slipped to the nape of his neck, where she could feel the dampness of his skin. She began to press kisses along his jaw, not wanting to talk right away, or push him off of her. What she really wanted was to sprawl out against him somewhere comfortable, but this would have to do for now.
The release felt incredibly good, better than all of the orgasms Caius had been having lately, almost exclusively with himself. Whether that was because it was Reagan, or because he’d been barebacking it, or because it was just that kind of day, Caius didn’t know. It didn’t really matter. The way she kept touching and kissing him made his chest feel over-full, and he tilted his face into the soft touches of her lips as he got his breath back. His arms were starting to get tired holding Reagan’s legs up, but he was in no rush to move away from her. Instead he gently let her thighs down against the desk, his cock still tucked inside of her, and slipped his arms around Reagan. His wife. That sure as shit hadn’t felt like any married sex he’d ever heard about, but Caius was always willing to be surprised. He turned his face enough to catch Reagan’s lips in a few properly soft kisses, feeling warm from head to toe. “I want to come home with you,” he murmured.
Now that her blood was cooling, the desk wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to be, even though she was reluctant to move. They would have to disengage their bodies here in a second, and Reagan wanted to cling for another moment or two. Reagan hummed softly against his mouth when he kissed her and his next words were exactly what she wanted to hear. Her fingertips smoothed through his thick hair and Reagan pressed another kiss to his lips. "I want you to come home with me," she told him. She couldn't stop touching him, and her hand drifted against his jaw for a moment. "Can you leave now?" Reagan had no idea what kind of work he had been doing when she showed up, but she didn't much care. She was still feeling selfish and indulgent, and she just wanted Caius to say 'fuck it' to the rest of the day and come home with her. Ideally they would spent the rest of the day and night naked and in bed.
If it had been any other day, with the amount of work that was facing him with the tree lighting ceremony so close at hand, Caius probably would’ve put her off. He did have a lot to do, and he wanted to do exactly none of it. He just wanted to be stretched out somewhere soft, running his hands and lips over every inch of Reagan’s bare skin. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and make her come until she couldn’t walk anymore, then fuck her senseless again and again, potential consequences be damned. He didn’t care about protection, he didn’t care about her feelings in the future, he didn’t care that he didn’t remember her, he just wanted her and that was all that mattered. “Yes,” he answered in a low rumble. Caius brushed their lips together one more time, then gently pulled out and moved his body away from hers -- though he kept holding on to steady Reagan until her feet were on the floor. He tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his shirt. Caius moved to flip his laptop closed and started gathering his stuff.
Reagan sorted her clothes, smoothing the skirt of her dress down over her thighs. Her lips felt a bit swollen and thoroughly kissed, but her hair felt all right so maybe it wouldn't be too obvious to people in the office what they had been doing. She wasn't thinking much about the consequences either, because they didn't concern her. Even if Caius tried to brush her off later, it wouldn't matter. They were going to continue being drawn together, despite their circumstances, and Reagan would keep fighting until they were able to right what had happened. She felt a bit sweaty and flushed so Reagan took off her cardigan and draped it over her arm as she rounded his desk to pick up her purse while Caius got his things together. Her lips twitched as she watched him from near the door. His hair was tousled, his tie askew. Gods, she wanted him again already. When it appeared as though he had everything, Reagan smiled. "Ready?"
Caius didn’t need to shove much into his bag, just his laptop and a few papers that he hardly looked at. It felt more like a symbolic gesture anyway, paying lip service to his responsibilities. He was ordinarily a hard worker, but this afternoon something seemed to have gotten under his skin. Reagan seemed to have. He could still smell her on him even though she was across the room, in his clothes, on his skin. But not nearly enough of it. Caius ran an impatient hand through his hair to try and straighten it a little, but did nothing about his tie. He didn’t give a shit who knew what -- he owned this office only slightly less than his father did, he could look however he wanted. “Ready,” he confirmed to Reagan with a little smirk as he came around the desk as well. Caius put a light hand in the small of her back as they walked out the office door. “I’ll meet you there?” he added in a murmur.
"Yes." Reagan nodded as they walked together down the hallway towards the front lobby. She still felt a little weak in the knees, her body still thrumming softly from the afterglow. But she walked with confidence, as if she hadn't just been thoroughly fucked on top of a desk. She bade Michelle goodnight with a soft smile and followed Caius outside. There she took hold of his tie again and pushed up on her toes to press a kiss to his mouth. If people saw, she didn't care. It wasn't like Reagan and Caius's relationship was some kind of secret in this town. There weren't many people who knew what was really going on. "I'll see you in a few minutes," she told him, releasing his tie and smoothing it down over his chest. "Drive safe. Quickly," Reagan added with a smile, "but safe."
Caius murmured his own distracted goodbye to Michelle, hardly glancing at her as he escorted Reagan outside. The press of her slim body against him and her mouth on his were more than welcome, and Caius’s hand slid down to grip her ass, unconcerned with whoever else might be around. He gave her a cocky little grin when she pulled back, sucking his bottom lip briefly into his mouth. He was going to very much enjoy fucking her senseless as many times tonight as his body would cooperate with. “See you soon, Reagan,” he murmured in agreement. Caius patted her ass, then pulled away to head for his car, eager to get to the evening ahead.