"I'm so embarrassed," Kara said, the flush in her cheeks backing up her words. She held her hands in front of her tight, belted black slacks.
A few moments ago, she'd fled a CatCo staff meeting in horror. It should have been a perfectly routine one, a simple check-in on the progress of everyone's assignments. But then, out of nowhere, in swept Lena Luthor, CEO, to "sit in" with the staff.
She'd breezed on in to the conference room as the reporters were filing in, with her hair all upswept, and the neckline of her dark blue dress plunging so that her neck, shoulders and collarbones were just casually, completely exposed. Yes, she'd just waltzed on in with her lips darkened with red lipstick, with her no-nonsense, professional-yet-friendly demeanor. With warm smiles for everyone.
And when the smile had turned in Kara's direction? Well, that's when the problem began. Did Lena hold her gaze just an instant longer than she held anyone else's? Kara couldn't be sure, but it was long enough that Kara swore she saw the color of Lena's eyes darken a shade when they made eye contact.
And then, without her brain asking her whether this was an appropriate time for such things, Kara was all of a sudden picturing those eyes as they looked up at her (or down at her) in the night, shining blue-green even in low red light. She was picturing taking Lena's hair down and letting it fall over her shoulders, picturing that red lipstick long since worn away across Kara's neck. The pictures may even have started to involve defiling the very conference room table she was currently sitting at... Suddenly she could swear she heard the rush of blood in her ears, and her body felt warm, SO warm, and. .oh no, oh Rao. . . her pants were growing uncomfortably tight, right there in the front.
She'd excused herself for the bathroom abruptly, clutching her notepad in front of her and hunching over, kicking a chair as she went. In other words, departing with all the subtlety of an F5 tornado coming through. James, Nia, and the rest looked on with concern, unsure what to do, until Lena selflessly volunteered to go check on her friend Kara so that the important meeting could proceed uninterrupted.
She'd followed Kara into the bathroom, which was, luckily, otherwise empty with everyone else in the meeting. She found Kara standing in front of the bay of sinks, staring at herself in the mirror in a panic. Lena, who truth be told covertly darted her eyes to particularly naughty areas of Kara rather frequently these days, had identified the "problem" immediately.
And then she'd broken into a grin and used her CEO ID to deadbolt the electronic lock on the outer door to the bathroom.
"Clearly I'm going to need to stop wearing such tight pants," Kara continued. "Long, flowing shirts only. Maybe muumuus. I'd rather people think I'm pregnant."
"Than horny?" Lena said, pointedly looking at Kara's crotch and unable to contain her laugh any longer. "Well, that would be a shame. You know how hot you make me in a button down."
Kara blushed harder and frowned, and then a realization dawned on Lena.
"Wait, has this never happened to you before?"
"I. . . not since, like, the 9th grade," Kara stammered. "I never really . . used it much. You know, before you."
"Oh, so this is my fault?" Lena asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not saying that," Kara said quickly, "It's just, you, um, activated it." She shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "And now, now I obviously can't wear this kind of outfit on days you're going to be here. You know," she added, turning to face Lena, "You should warn me when you're gonna be all.... like this."
She gestured in Lena's general direction.
"I'm sorry," Lena said, still smiling in amusement. "That's my mistake. Being, like this." She gestured at herself, playfully mocking Kara.
"You don't seem that sorry," Kara said huffily, still covering her crotch with her hands.
"No, I am," Lena assured her. "But, I don't mind taking the blame," she added, stepping closer to Kara. "I'm quite flattered, to be honest."
"It's totally inappropriate," Kara pouted. "And embarrassing."
"Oh, it's definitely inappropriate," Lena said, her grin fading. "That makes me all the more interested."
Suddenly she was within Kara's personal space, backing her up against the counter.
"And why exactly would it be a problem," Lena continued, "Knowing I can make you this hard before I even touch you? Now tell me, what were you thinking about to make our friend down here so excited, hmm?"
Lena wrapped her hands around Kara's wrists and moved her hands away from her crotch. She looked down and took in the sight of the bulge threatening to practically burst through the zipper of Kara's slacks.
"I -- I was" Kara started, flashes of pinning Lena down on the conference table and ripping that dress to shreds projecting themselves uninvited on the back of Kara's eyelids. "Lena, we can't talk about this here!"
"Fair enough," Lena acquiesced. "It's just that I feel responsible for finding a solution. Since I caused the issue, and all."
"Lena!" Kara said sharply, in a comically distressed stage whisper. "I can't have sex with you at work!"
"Oh, no, of course not," Lena agreed, her hands now taking Kara gently by the hips. "That would be incredibly unprofessional." She furrowed her brow in mock concern.
"You know I still can't go near that one supply closet after I saw Winn and Siobhan--"
Lena pressed a finger to Kara's lips. "Please don't put that image in my head."
"Sorry."
Lena closed the remaining distance between herself and Kara. She pressed herself into Kara and felt Kara's "problem" poke hard against her belly. Kara emitted a small squeak at the contact with Lena's body, and looked at Lena wide-eyed.
"What are you doing?!"
"Helping," Lena said, smiling coyly.
Lena reached up and slid Kara's glasses off her face and set them on the sink behind her. Then she removed the clip and the band from Kara's hair. Pressing her body harder against Kara, she ran the fingers of her left hand up through Kara's hair and loosened her braid into soft, blonde waves.
"That's definitely not helping," Kara whispered urgently, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of Lena's fingertips in her hair. The grip of her fingers threatened to crack the granite countertop.
In response, Lena curled her fingers around the back of Kara's neck and pulled her into a kiss, wasting no time before pushing her tongue into Kara's mouth.
Kara whimpered and melted into her, hands releasing the countertop beside her and finding the small of Lena's back. She pulled her closer, pressing her erection firmly into Lena's lower stomach. Her hips bucked against Lena involuntarily.
Inside, her brain was saying. She tried to tell it that she was as work, for Rao's sake, but inside, it insisted.
Feeling Kara's urgency rise, Lena's body responded in kind. Heat and wetness rose between her legs. God, those hands on her back were so strong.
She wriggled her right hand in between their bellies. Then she expertly, deliberately, (and one-handedly) unfastened Kara's belt.
Never breaking the kiss or taking her hand out of Kara's hair, she next undid the button of her slacks, and then, millimeter by millimeter, the zipper. All the while, Kara breathed in short, urgent breaths into her mouth.
Now, only a thin layer of cotton reined in Kara's erection. Lena rubbed her palm against it, lightly, through the fabric of Kara's pink panties. Kara groaned softly, opened her mouth wider to deepen the kiss.
And if Kara hadn't caught on quite yet as to what was about to happen, Lena's next move cleared up the picture thoroughly.
She caught Kara's tongue lightly between her teeth and then closed her lips around it. And gently sucked.
"Mmmfff," Kara moaned in pleasure and surprise, her knees -- her Kryptonian knees! -- threatening to buckle under her. Her nails dug into Lena's lower back.
Lena broke the kiss and her voice, already low and thick with want, rasped, "Have you ever had a blowjob, Kara?"
"N-no," Kara breathed. "Not from, like, this side. The, um, getting one side."
"Yeah, that checks out," Lena said, not concealing a shred of her disdain. "I know who you've dated and I can't say I'm surprised they weren't man enough."
And with that, Lena reached her hand into Kara's panties and pulled out her cock. She looked down and drank in the sight as she gently stroked it up and down. It was so swollen, rock hard, pointing directly up at Lena. Serpentine blue veins encircled the length of it. It was flushed dark pink, nearly red at the head. And it was already leaking a little. Lena ran her thumb over the sticky opening.
"But trust me," Lena said, speaking into Kara's parted lips, "You're gonna like it."
Then she licked her lips and added, "Because I'm really good at it."
And then Lena dropped to her knees.
Lena held Kara's cock between her palms, guiding it downward a little to keep it level with her face. She pointed the head right at her lips.
And then she began by planting slow, gentle kisses all over Kara's cock. She started with the head, kissing the opening, moving her lips against and under the ridges. She worked her way down to the base, all around the girth, leaving red lipstick marks up and down it as she went.
At first the kisses were chaste, delicate. She wanted to let Kara get used to the feeling of having lips there. And give her time to think about what more might feel like.
Kara, for her part, was gripping the countertop again. Mouth open and breath shallow, looking down at Lena. Watching Lena's lips work lightly along the length of her aching cock.
Her mouth beginning to water, Lena finally escalated the kisses she was giving Kara's cock. She took just a little of Kara's girth between her lips. Not even enough, yet, to get the entire head inside her mouth. But she let her tongue gently lap at the opening, let Kara's sticky pre-cum coat her lips and tongue.
Kara moaned softly as she watched Lena make out with the tip of her cock.
As Lena's mouth worked Kara's cock head, Lena looked up at Kara. Her cheeks and lips were dark, her hair fell around her, casting her face in shadows. Eventually realizing that Lena was looking up at her, Kara met Lena's gaze. When they made eye contact, Lena smiled up at her.
The sight of Lena smiling up at her with the top inch of her cock in her mouth was a sight instantly seared into Kara's brain for life, she was certain.
"Lena," she whispered, her head swimming. "What if--"
"It's locked," Lena interrupted her. "Just relax, Kara," she said in between nips at Kara's cock. "Let it happen."
With that, Lena took the entirety of the head of Kara's cock into her mouth, and sucked on it. Kara, completely unprepared for what that would feel like, let out a guttural moan, and her head fell backwards.
Lena alternated between sucking and massaging the tip of Kara's cock, savoring the sensations of having Kara in her mouth. The smooth roundness and the sticky slit, the bumpy ridges and the top of the warm, hard shaft.
Lena had learned years ago that she loved sucking dick. And yes, she knew straight men loved to think it was some kind of ultimate act of submission for a woman. But truth be told, that was not the way Lena saw it at all. After all, when she gave a blowjob, she reduced the man to a needy mess with just a little effort from her mouth. And all the while she stayed in complete control of her own body. Plus, she wasn't above admitting it -- she simply liked the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth. Sucking cock felt good.
Now, Kara. . . well, Kara was no man. And, as such, Lena absolutely intended what she was about to do to be an act of submission. Submission to her Kara, her gorgeous girl who deserved to be, in Lena's opinion, ravenously, thoroughly enjoyed. None of the skills Lena had ever learned were going to go to waste right now. She was about to make her beautiful, sweet Kara absolutely lose her fucking mind.
Still sucking and working Kara's head with her mouth, she wrapped her right hand around the shaft and gave Kara long, slow strokes. She gripped her left hand around Kara's right hip to steady herself. Then she took about five inches of Kara deep into her mouth. She applied some gentle suction and some lip friction, and slowly moved her head back, pulling Kara's cock slowly out from between her lips as she sucked. She looked up at Kara and smiled.
"Oh.. my. . . god," Kara breathed.
"I told you you'd like it," Lena said, her voice husky and thick.
She took the top half of Kara's cock back inside her mouth and repeated the motion, giving her some slow, repetitive suction and friction.
Kara's hands gripped the counter white-knuckled.
Now with her mouth deliciously full, Lena was ready to work magic. She bobbed her head up and down on Kara's cock, lips gripping it tight for friction, applying a little suction every time her lips hit the ridges of the head.
She kept a steady, rhythmic pace, one that got ever so gradually faster. With her hand, she stroked the bottom few inches of Kara's cock in a counter motion, giving every inch of Kara the sensation of being surrounded, gripped.
Kara was hanging onto the counter with one hand now, and the other one had relocated to her own hair. She wrapped her fingers around it, tugging on it. She looked down at Lena, whose lips were rubbing up and down almost the entire ten inches of her cock now.
Lena's lips were still red, though whether from remaining lipstick or from friction, Kara couldn't tell. Her cheeks were drawn in from the suction she was applying, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration. And she was making these noises that Kara had never heard her make before. They were these small, needy whimpers -- sounds of absolute pleasure intertwined around the sounds of sucking coming from Lena's mouth.
The sights and the sounds and the sucking made the tension rise almost uncontrollably in Kara. She willed herself to hang on --- what had it been, like five minutes? That would just be embarrassing. And yet. . . just look at that mouth. Just listen to those noises. Another moan escaped Kara, and her hips bucked involuntarily.
Lena responded by gripping Kara's hip more tightly, trying to steady her, as though her strength was any match at all. Kara couldn't stop herself; she needed to thrust. She pumped her cock into Lena's mouth as slowly and gently as she could make herself do it.
Lena smiled inwardly in satisfaction. Good girl, Kara, she thought.
Lena moaned to let her know exactly how much she liked the sensation of Kara pushing that cock further down her throat. She opened her mouth wider and took Kara in as far as she comfortably could. And then further.
She stifled a gag (poorly, on purpose) as Kara's cock choked her. Kara watched as tears sprung to Lena's eyes as she took Kara down her throat.
And Kara would have felt bad about making Lena gag and tear up like that if she weren't making it so fucking clear how much she loved it. As if the noises weren't enough, Lena had the audacity to look up at Kara again and smile with tears in her eyes.
Kara wrapped her right hand around the side of Lena's face, feeling the muscles of her jaw work as she sucked, and let herself pump her cock inside of Lena's mouth.
Almost to the point of no return now, Kara reflexively reached down to touch herself, to finish it off. She received a sharp slap on the hand and recoiled in startled surprise.
"That's mine," Lena snapped, eyes fiery.
Kara almost exploded right then and there. A grin broke out across her face. Yes ma'am, Lena, she thought, and chastened, returned her hand to the countertop where it, apparently, belonged.
(Lena supposed maybe this wasn't entirely submission on her part, after all.)
She changed tactics then, running her tongue along the length of Kara's shaft, from base to tip and back down again. Was it meant to show Kara who was the boss right now? Maybe, she decided.
"Lena, please," Kara pleaded, desperately wanting to be inside Lena's mouth again. "Please."
"Quiet, Kara. I'm not done with you yet," Lena responded.
Kara moaned in frustration. She gripped her own hair with one hand and braced herself against the sink with the other. Her hips thrust upward against Lena's face.
"So I was right, wasn't I? You like blowjobs?" Lena taunted, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Kara desperately rubbing her cock against her cheek and tongue.
"Yes, but I am so mad at you right now," Kara panted.
"How come?" Lena asked, tongue still working the length of Kara's cock.
"I need to.. . I'm ready."
"To come down my throat?" Lena asked.
"I. . . Rao almighty. Yes," Kara pleaded. "If you don't, like. . . mind that."
"Kara, I want it even more than you do."
"I doubt that," Kara whispered under her breath.
Lena resumed taking Kara down her throat. She brought back the friction and deep suction and needy little vocalizations, punctuating it with exaggerated suckling sounds. Lena's lips gripped her tightly up and down her entire length, her tongue rubbed her opening.
Kara felt the tip of her cock hit the back of Lena's throat over... and over... and over...
She lasted for barely a minute of that.
"Oh.. Lena," Kara choked out, as her body got ready to burst.
As she came in Lena's mouth, she stifled -- sort of -- a guttural moan by biting the side of her hand.
Hot cum hit the back of Lena's throat, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She swallowed it and took her mouth off of Kara's cock.
"Now you can touch," she rasped.
Kara took the direction. She rubbed the top few inches of her cock vigorously until the rest of her cum hit Lena's face, lips, and collarbones.
"Lena . ." Kara murmured with every spurt, and the accompanying waves of satisfaction and pleasure. "..Lena.."
Kara fell back against the sink, spent (well, for her). She took Lena's hands and helped her back up to her feet.
Lena made sure Kara got a good, long look at her with cum on her face and chest before she turned to the sink to wash up.
Kara watched her, eyes and lips dark. The anxious, embarrassed energy from before was gone from her, and she regarded Lena with a still intensity. She ran her fingers through her own messy hair while the other hand absently stroked her softening cock.
Everything about post-blowjob Kara, Lena decided, was hot as fuck. Her clit ached.
"I need you," was all Kara said when Lena finished drying her hands and face and turned back to face her.
"Oh. Well, I thought you couldn't have sex with me at work," Lena teased.
"Perks of fucking the CEO," Kara shrugged.
Lena grinned and Kara picked her up and deposited her onto one of the soft, cushioned chairs in the lounge area of the bathroom.
"Also, I'm Supergirl," Kara added, as she now took her turn to kneel in front of Lena. "Who's going to stop me?"
Lena raised an eyebrow. "So it's Supergirl about to fuck me?" she clarified.
"Mmhmm."
"Show me," Lena urged.
Kara gripped the collar of her button down shirt with both hands and pulled. The buttons flew and the shirt hung open, revealing the symbol of the House of El.
"I hope you know that move makes all the girls of National City all wet for you."
"Mmm, probably," Kara said.
Though still tempted to rip the dress from Lena's body, Kara instead made quick work of hiking it up over her head. The black lace panties were another matter. Kara wrapped her hand around the waistband and ripped them off of her, leaving Lena naked beneath her. Lena kicked off her shoes.
Kara leaned forward, pushing Lena's thighs backwards with her shoulders. And then lowering her head, Kara dipped her tongue into Lena's sticky, hot cunt.
There hadn't been any doubt on Kara's part how much Lena had enjoyed sucking her off, but the physical evidence was pretty rewarding nonetheless. Lena's scent was strong and sweet, and Kara knew it well, could even recognize it from across a room now. How Lena smelled when she wanted her. That had almost certainly been a factor, earlier.
"Mmmmm," Kara moaned into Lena's body as her tongue lapped up Lena's stickiness, cleaning her out.
That taken care of, Kara pulled apart the top of Lena's folds with her fingers and sucked Lena's hard little clit into her mouth. Lena moaned and sighed as Kara -- correction, Supergirl -- made her thighs tremble.
Kara used the tip of her tongue to push Lena's clit around for minutes and minutes on end. Flicking it back and forth, then pushing it up and in, then in tiny circles, then sucking. Repeat.
With Supergirl's tongue working her clit. Lena's moaning and shaking evolved to writhing and pleading. Back arching, nails digging. Kara held Lena down so she wouldn't writhe herself right off of her chair.
Then she pushed her tongue inside of Lena as far as she could, giving her body friction inside. Lena rolled her hips, riding Kara's face while Kara gripped her thighs like a vise, pulling her body roughly onto her tongue in an accelerating rhythm, approaching crescendo.
With a new appreciation for Lena's oral proclivities, Kara reached up and found Lena's mouth, gripping her jaw and giving her her two middle fingers to suck on.
Those little whimpery sucking noises returned, and Kara moaned in satisfaction. She pulled out her tongue and returned her attention to Lena's clit, licking, pushing, flicking. Lena sucked on Kara's fingers like a cock.
As Lena got close she clung to Kara, winding her fingers into blonde waves, pressing the soles of her feet into Kara's back.
"Baby. . . Kara. . ." she moaned.
Lena came hard and coated Kara's chin with sticky cum.
Kara didn't give her a chance to come down. She took the fingers from Lena's mouth and pushed them inside her cunt, used them to roughly rub another orgasm out of her g-spot, with sounds all messy and wet.
After Kara had finished her, Lena lay in that chair a disheveled, sweaty mess. Her dress was in a wrinkled heap, her underwear destroyed, the lipstick that had somehow managed to hang on after the blowjob now smeared all over her face.
Kara stood up and loomed above her, looking down with a satisfied smile at the mess she'd made of Lena. She met Lena's eyes as she made a show of wiping her chin with her hand.
Lena looked back up at her in turn. Kara's shirt was beyond repair, hanging in tatters from her shoulders. Her hair was rumpled and tangled, and her pants. . . well, back to square one. Good luck trying to get the zipper up over that thing.
"We're so busted," Lena laughed. "We've been in here for an hour with the door locked. They already all suspected we were--"
"Can't bring myself to care at the moment," Kara interrupted her with a smirk, and bent down to pick her messy little Lena up from the chair.
Clearly, in the future Kara and Lena were going to have to figure out some solutions for maintaining professionalism in each other's presence.
For today, Supergirl, with her torn shirt, her tangled hair, and her unzipped slacks, flew Lena out of the bathroom window and directly to the bedroom in her loft. Her brain had returned to its demands of inside... inside Lena, now. This time, she had every intention of listening.