I Die to Rise: Resurrection System-Chapter 78: Paint your Face! [18+]

Felicity screamed, muffling the sound by biting her hand, body jolting forward, hands scrambling for purchase on the table. "Oh god, we can’t... this is so unprofessional," she gasped, even as she pushed back against him, hips bucking.

Kurt didn’t hold back. Gripping her hips hard, he pounded into her, deep and relentless. The table rocked with every thrust, papers scattering to the floor, and her ass rippled beautifully with each slap of skin on skin.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, one hand sliding up her spine to yank her blouse open as buttons popped, scattering. He then shoved her bra down roughly, and her breasts spilled free, nipples already hard.

He leaned over her, mouth finding her shoulder, biting and sucking marks into her pale skin as he fucked her senseless.

Felicity moaned nonstop, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust, her pussy clenching hard around him. "This what you wanted? Me bending you over, fucking you senseless while your coworkers are right outside?" Kurt asked while he moved.

"You’re gonna make me... I’m gonna..." Felicity exhaled roughly with each thrust.

His pace turned savage. One hand snaked around to find her clit, rubbing fast, tight circles, and that brought her to pure blissful climax.

Her body seized, pussy clenching impossibly tight around his cock as she screamed into the table, thighs shaking violently. "They’re gonna hear—fuck—we shouldn’t—" Her protests dissolved into moans.

Then he pulled out, and she squirted, liquid splashing onto the floor as she gasped, utterly wrecked.

Kurt didn’t stop, he spun her around. She hopped onto the table, legs spreading wide and he stepped between them. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, blouse hanging open, breasts heaving as she gasped for air.

He drove back in, deep and unrelenting.

"Is this apologetic enough for you?!" Kurt growled, one hand gripping her throat gently, the other pinching her nipple.

Felicity’s head fell back, mouth open in silent screams as he fucked her through the aftershocks, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. "Yes—fuck—apology accepted!"

He kissed her neck, bit down, sucked bruises into her collarbone. His mouth found her breasts, tongue swirling around her nipples before sucking hard, teeth grazing them.

She came again, harder this time, hands gripping tightly on his shirt.

Kurt felt his own edge approaching, balls tightening. "Where—"

"Face," she gasped, eyes wild, pupils blown. "Give it to me on my face."

He pulled out, stepping back as he rolled off the condom and stroked himself fast. Felicity slid off the table and dropped to her knees, mouth open, tongue out, eyes locked on his cock like it was the only thing in the world. "I have a meeting in twenty minutes," she panted, grinning wildly. "Do it."

"Gonna paint that pretty face of yours. Everyone’ll know what we did in here." Kurt came with a deep groan, thick ropes of cum painting her face, her lips, her tongue, dripping down her chin onto her exposed breasts.

Felicity moaned, licking her lips, swallowing what got in her mouth while fingers scooped the rest to taste as her eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction.

"Fuck," Kurt panted, watching her.

She rose from her knees into a squatting position, took him into her mouth one last time, and cleaned him thoroughly, tongue swirling, sucking gently until he was spotless.

Then she stood, legs still shaky, and reached for the tissue box on the nearby shelf.

They dressed quickly. Kurt pulling up his boxers and pants, buttoning his shirt. Felicity adjusted her bra, smoothed her skirt down, and wiped her face clean with tissues, though she made sure to lick as much as she could first.

She fixed her hair in the reflection of the window, blush still high on her cheeks, then opened a cabinet and pulled out a spare blouse. "Keep emergency clothes here," she explained, quickly changing. "Learned that lesson the hard way."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Hard way?"

"Coffee spills. Not... this." She gestured vaguely. "This is a new reason."

"I... should go first," she said breathlessly.

Kurt nodded, lighting a cigarette. "I’ll follow in a minute."

She slipped out, and Kurt took a long drag, looking around the absolutely wrecked conference room. Papers everywhere. Table slightly askew. The faint smell of sex in the air.

"Someone will probably deal with this and think nothing of it," he muttered, and followed a minute later.

***

Kurt stepped back into the main hall, looking innocently disheveled, just as Lizzie spotted him.

"THERE YOU ARE!" she shouted, bounding over. "Where’d you disappear to?! We’ve been looking everywhere! Well, not everywhere-everywhere, but like, a lot of places! You missed my testing by the way."

"Got lost," Kurt said smoothly. "Big building."

Rook gave him a look. "Lost. Right."

"What’d I miss?" Kurt asked, ignoring the look.

Lizzie paced around Kurt. "Oh, no biggie! Just a Low-tier B-rank hunter now! Emma and Cassandra both got Mid-tier B! We’re basically unstoppable!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She paused and looked at her fingers like she was performing mental calculations in her head. "Well, less stoppable!"

Lizzie grabbed his arm, shaking it. "We’re basically all B-rank now! Well, except you, but you’re weird so you don’t count!"

"Cheers," Kurt said dryly.

Rook gave Kurt a pointed look. "You done... sightseeing?"

Clearing his throat, Kurt nodded. "Yeah."

Meanwhile, Emma stretched and rolled her shoulders. "Let’s get out of here and grab a drink. After all this bureaucratic bullshit, I definitely need alcohol."

They started heading for the exit when Felicity’s voice called out from behind them.

"Mr. Manchester!"

Kurt turned as she approached, clipboard clutched to her chest, cheeks still faintly pink.

"I, um..." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I was thinking. There might be an opening at the B-district evaluation center soon. Better pay, better benefits."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Better pay?"

Felicity bit her lower lip, looking down, cheeks turning crimson. "Yeah. Better pay."

"Mr. Manchester!" Rook called from the exit in a mocking tone. "Let’s go!"

Kurt gave Felicity a lazy grin. "I’ll call you. For real this time."

She nodded, smiling.

He turned and jogged to catch up with the group and they walked in silence for exactly ten seconds before Cassandra spoke, her tone flat.

"He had sex with her, didn’t he?"

Lizzie gasped dramatically. "Oh, a hundred percent! She’s walking all funny..."

Emma smirked. "Plus she’s got that freshly-fucked glow. And Kurt smells like..." She sniffed. "...her perfume. Yeah. He definitely fucked her."

Kurt said nothing, just lit another cigarette and kept walking.

They were one step closer. B-rank certifications done. Guild building nearly complete. In three weeks, everything would change.