Mistake in Identity
Rated NC17
By Sheri
He sighed and stretched as he finished the report. He stood up and glanced around the room. The perks that went with being first officer were pretty good. He yawned and looked at the couch, the all too inviting couch that was long enough to stretch out full length. Crossing to the couch, he called for soft music as he pulled off his jacket and turtleneck and loosened his belt before collapsing on the cushions and pulling a pillow over his head. "Computer, set lights at 30%."
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Kathryn stepped into Chakotay's office, pausing for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. She almost called for lights when she noticed the figure sprawled out on the couch. He looked peaceful, at least to a point. There he lay on his back with a pillow over his face, one arm holding the pillow in place.
She shook her head. If it helped him relax, then more power to him. And more power to her with the soft music, his face hidden, and the gentle rise of his chest, she knew he was asleep. His jacket was off; only his t-shirt covered his chest, shoes on the floor, pants undone but not down. He looked oh so tempting. Just how could she resist this? Better question, why resist?
Yes, she and Chakotay were not involved, at least not romantically. Neither of them wanted a romantic relationship. But the two of them did indulge in more carnal pleasures when the urge arose, and right now, the urge was definitely rising for her. The wetness between her legs was growing by leaps and bounds as she imagined herself riding the delicious man lying before her.
Kathryn took off the last of her clothes then made her way over to the couch, eyes focused directly on his crotch. She waited only a moment, making sure he was still asleep before carefully reaching down and easing his pants over his hips, taking his underwear down at the same time.
He stirred slightly, but didn't wake, just pulled the pillow tighter against his face. Just how in the world could he breathe like that?
Reaching down, she found his penis. She frowned slightly in disappointment, noticing it was still soft but the moment her hands touched it, it began to harden. She wasted no time as she carefully straddled him, positioning herself above his hard member and then lowered herself onto him in one move.
Kathryn heard him gasp and couldn't help but grin. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said playfully but the playful tone quickly left her voice as the pillow was thrown away and Mike Ayala shot up.
"Captain…" he stuttered out as he tried to quickly wake up.
Kathryn was mortified, she tried to get up but suddenly his hands were on her waist, holding her in place. "I'm sorry, I …"
Mike couldn't help the grin that spread to his face. "Is this how Chakotay gets woken up? Lucky guy." He still held firmly to her waist, the feeling of her wetness enveloping him was almost overwhelming.
Kathryn attempted to move but Ayala held her firmly, the grin on his face almost mocking her. He bucked up a couple times, eliciting a groan from Kathryn. She unconsciously began to rock on him, creating a wonderful friction between the two of them.
Ayala seized the moment, one hand leaving her waist to slide between their two bodies, finding her sensitive bundle of nerves, stroking her fiercely, and pushing her over the edge. She came with a scream, her walls tightening around him, squeezing him painfully but he still held it together.
Once Kathryn came down from her high, she eyed him carefully. "Just what are you doing in here?"
He tried to be still, ignoring for the moment, the overwhelming feelings of her surrounding him. "Chakotay lets me do work in here sometimes. It gives me a place for peace and quiet."
Kathryn bit her lower lip as the tremors of her orgasm still coursed through her. "And you sleep here?"
He thrust up hard, just once, then stilled. "I was tired, I had a headache, so I just lay down for a few minutes to make it go away. I fell asleep. Is that a crime?"
Kathryn groaned at the feel of him still inside her. "Uhh… no…oh god," she moaned.
He rose up and pulled her close to him, his mouth just inches from hers. "So … is Chakotay going to kill me," he asked, before latching onto her mouth, his tongue snaking in to taste her fully.
Kathryn closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, her tongue, dueling with his, then she broke away, "No, I think you're safe."
Ayala grinned at her. "So he's into sharing?" He rose up onto his knees, his hands keeping a firm grip on her behind, keeping himself buried deep within her.
She went up with him then suddenly found herself on her back. "No, not sharing, but we aren't exclusive…" Her sentence died on her lips as she felt him begin to thrust, bringing her to another orgasm as fast as the first one came.
Ayala didn't slow his pace until he felt his on coming eruption. With a roar, he thrust one last time, his body shaking as his seed shot into her, collapsing onto her, out of breath, not caring at the moment if he was crushing the woman beneath him.
Kathryn pushed him up. "Enjoy that did you?"
He nodded, still a bit out of breath, "so we tell him…"
"It was just a case of mistaken identity," said Kathryn, plainly. "He can hardly blame me. I might even tell him how you compare to him."
Ayala cocked his eyebrow, "Oh yeah?"
"Might make things a little more exciting around here," she said with a laugh.
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Ayala left Chakotay's office whistling cheerfully having left a very happy captain lounging in the desk chair. He hesitated when he saw his superior exit the lift.
"Ayala, did you get that report finished?"
"Yes, sir! The working conditions in your office make doing
routine reports a real pleasure. I hope I can enjoy the amenities
again sometime."