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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 1 year

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Two beards

Its been a long long minute. Life has not been kind to me, but although this is a little late, this is for @beccabarba birthday. This is just the start that I needed to get out, more to come when the writing fairy sprinkles me with some writing dust to help me get out of this funk.

WC: 732

Warnings: None really, setting the story line, sorry if the one Spanish word is wrong, I goggled it.

Enjoy x

As you sat across the table looking between the two bearded men, you were not surprised that they had ended up in conflict resolution. You had 20 separate complaints from multiple judges, court staff and past jury duty citizens all voicing how both these well-educated men ended up going toe to toe either during or after a case in front of way too many people, court security being called in one too many times. Most judges didn’t want to go into a court room if they knew both were lawyers on the case and it was getting around the jury room about them, requests coming in that they be moved to different trails. You were the last stop before final steps would be taken so that they would be banned from representing clients that belonged to the same case.

You sat back in your chair, looking down at your watch before crossing your arms over your body and rolling your eyes seeing the meeting that had only started 10 minutes ago and they were already at each other’s throat, throwing insults at each other. For two men that were so educated and handsome, you really wondered how they had this much hate for each other.

You let them get it out of their system and watched on as they went tit for tat bringing up past cases saying if they said this the other would have lost or if the other hadn’t of slept with the judge in college the other would have won. You started to tune out flicking through the pile of complaints when you noticed the English they had been talking in switched to Spanish and you tuned back in to what they were saying. Your ex-partner being Latin and you understood every word. Your eyes shot between them like you were watching a ping pong game, and the soon career based insults turned very personal, they insulting each other about their mothers and you saw red,

“Para” you roared through the room and slammed your hands down on your desk “Do you hear yourselves?”

Both men froze mid-sentence, taking their gaze from each other and setting their eyes on you. For a moment heat swept through you when you seen the intense look on both their faces and you quickly pushed the feelings away, your rage at their behaviour pushing back through you again.

“Both of you get out of my office, now” you spat.

You frowned your brows and watched as both of the bearded men stood up off their chairs and walked out, your door being shut behind them. You threw yourself back in your chair and sighed shaking your head, in your 15 year career and your 5 years in this office, not once had you come across two lawyers being this bad. You had heard rumours about Bryan, seeing firsthand what he was capable of in and out of the court room, but Racehorse was new to the court rooms in town and as far as you knew he hadn’t snuck his claws into anything just yet. You spent the rest of the day doing your research and coming up with a plan of action, also getting your personal assistant to send emails to both of theirs informing them when they needed to appear in your office again.

The sun had started to set and you were the last one left in your office, everyone else gone home. You where finishing off some paper work from another conflict resolution case when there was a knock on your door, you yelled out come in thinking it was your uber eats,

“Just sit it on the corner of the desk. Thanks” not even looking up from your screen and you kept typing. You continued to look at your screen till you heard a clearing of the throat and you looked up over your screen and raised an eye brow “Don’t you think you two have cause enough issues for one day. I’m off the clock” you sat back in your chair with a huff.

Both men started to make their way towards the other side of your desk, both sitting in the same seats they sat in earlier that day. Bryan sitting a bottle of whiskey on the table, a smirk pulled to his face and grin pulling to Racehorse’s,

“Hope you have glasses”

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 2 years

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Cheer

Its been a LONG minute since a fic post, cause life. Thanks to @beccabarba for co writing it with me, it was a lot of fun.

Warnings: Costumes, Cocky Racehorse and outdoor smut

WC: 2,235

Enjoy x

You were surprised the firm was even doing a fundraising mixer, let alone that it had a theme, and costumes were expected. You had been an intern at the office coming on two years, almost finishing your law degree and you were really hoping you would be offered a position. You enjoyed everyone you worked with, but one of the biggest perks of the job was working alongside the charming and smart-mouthed Racehorse Diaz. Charming, and handsome. Although you had both felt the growing tension between you, it was the professional thing to do to push it aside.

You had learnt so much from him. Although sometimes he could have worded things a lot better, his quick wit in meetings in his office, the way he controlled a courtroom was like you had never seen before. Sometimes just thinking about him at night alone in your apartment caused your cheeks to blush, most often needing a cool shower to settle yourself down. When the email arrived with the date of the fundraiser and noticing it was themed, you instantly jumped online looking at costumes and ordering one straight away, knowing full well with your work hours, you had no time to go shopping.

The night had finally arrived, you were glad you had gotten such a simple costume, only having an hour to be ready after being in court all day. You jumped in the shower, quickly shaved your legs, got out, dried yourself off, threw your hair up into a high pony tail, straightened the ends, did your make up, slipping on the blue and white pleated skirt, followed by a matching crop top, clipped the big bow in your hair, threw on some white sneakers, grabbed your pom poms and bag, running out the door to catch your taxi to the venue.

You felt his eyes burn into you as soon as you walked through the double doors. You acted like you didn’t see him, turning your head the other way to hide your reddened cheeks, making your way to the bar to grab a glass of wine and mix with some of the other interns and associates. You tried your hardest to not look over at him and keep your cool, but after a couple of sips of wine, liquid courage kicked in.

You let your eyes wander over to him, raking over his salt and pepper hair, down to his beard, that you could only imagine what it would feel like running along your skin, and lower to his white button down which was undone enough to see the top of his under shirt showing off his chest hair and finally running down his tight fitting dark blue jeans, and his brown cowboy boots. Your gaze ran back up to his impressive bulge behind his zipper, your eyes stayed there for long minute and you unintentionally bit your bottom lip up until you saw his body change position and your eyes snapped up, locking with his. Your face went bright red when you saw his smirk and he gave you a wink.

As quick as you could, you sat your glass on the bar, excused yourself, and all but ran out a side door that led you out to a beautiful garden. You started to walk down the path to find a quiet place to cool yourself down and collect your thoughts. Part of you wanted to leave and never show your face again, but you had come so far and you didn’t want to lose all that hard work and it might still be nothing. You set your pom poms down and started to pace with your hands on your hips,

“Maybe he didn’t see” you muttered to yourself.

“I saw everything, sweetums, I’m Racehorse Diaz.”

You let out a squeal, spinning around, seeing him standing there, and put your hand to your chest to control your breathing after you had just had your soul scared out of you.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that” you snapped.

Racehorse let out a low laugh and took a step closer to you, now so close you could feel his body heat through his clothes, the warmth comforting you. One of his thumbs hooked into his jean waist, while the pointer finger of his other hand ran along the exposed skin just above your skirt sending a shiver down your spine and you felt your panties dampen,

“I wasn’t sneaking up, sweetums” he licked his lips. “You seemed a little flustered in there. I wanted to make sure you were ok…”

You saw his eyes flash down to your lips and back up to your eyes again,

“Wow, Racehorse Diaz actually a big softie?”

“There is nothing soft about me sweetheart, epically after I saw you walk into the room like that.”

You felt the confidence start to build up again, bringing your right hand up to rest on his exposed chest, allowing your fingers to thread into his coarse chest hair, just before one of his arms hooked around your waist pulling you flush to his body and his other hand started to explore your smooth leg heading toward the hem of your skirt.

His touch felt so good you felt your body relaxing into it. You’d been thinking about him for so long, and the reality of his fingers on your skin was even better than you’d imagined. But then you remembered why you’d resisted him for so long, and you tensed and took a step back. He released you, and tilted his head in a question. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“This is highly inappropriate…” you said, trying to control your breathing.

His eyes registered genuine understanding of your moral dilemma. Racehorse was not as obnoxious as his reputation suggested. He nodded slightly, then his face broke into a grin. “We’re both single, consenting adults…”

“I know,” you said, trying to stop him while you could still resist.

“I promise I can be very discreet.” He paused. “And anyway, what exactly do you think we’re doing?” He raised his eyebrows in a little challenge. “What have you been imagining?”

You felt your cheeks heating up again. He stepped towards you and didn’t move away, instead your eyes stayed fixed to his. Resisting was no good, you wanted him and damn the consequences. You took a deep breath. “I’ve been imagining your hands on me,” you breathed.

He moved even closer. Now his mouth was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your lips. “Just my hands?”

You shook your head, feeling arousal surging inside you. “No…”

His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that deepened quickly, as one of his hands moved to press gently against the centre of your chest, pushing you backwards against a red brick wall at the edge of the garden. You felt the cool, rough texture behind you, but your senses were filled with him, as his body pressed to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. You could smell him, and taste him, and both were more arousing than you ever expected. You kissed him back hungrily, moaning your need into his mouth.

When his leg pressed against yours, the denim of his jeans rough against your skin, you parted your thighs without resistance. He moved his leg between yours and you felt the press of his muscled upper thigh push against your core, your short skirt riding up and only your underwear forming a barrier between you and his denim clad leg. You moved your hips to feel the pressure where you needed it most. You tilted your head back against the wall, and he kissed from your mouth, down your throat, the heat of his lips and tickle of his beard sending delicious shivers through you. He tensed his leg and you gave into your need and started to ride his thigh, running one hand down the front of his body to settle over the prominent bulge beneath his jeans.

He lifted his head when you squeezed him, and when you looked into his dark gaze, you could see the lust, the desire. You were both too far gone to care about boundaries now. He raised an eyebrow and reached down to loosen his zipper and button. You slipped your hand in and opened your eyes wider when your fingers closed around his hard girth. “I always said you have big dick energy,” you said, with a little grin. He smirked.

“Glad I don’t disappoint. Now, give me your panties.”

“I can’t…” you protested, remembering your short skirt. Racehorse just grinned and reached up under your skirt, hooking his fingers into the elastic of your underwear and stepping back enough to pull them down your legs. He bent briefly to help you out of them.

“Apparently you can,” he said, tucking your underwear into his jeans pocket. Then his hand made its way up your inner thigh, whilst the other slid into your top and started to caress your breast. His fingers found your wetness, and you breathed harder to feel him exploring you, touching you where you needed it most. You rubbed his cock in return, pleased by how he was responding.

He leaned into you and spoke close to you ear. “Next time, young lady, I will buy you dinner. I’ll take you to my bed. I’ll let you use this pretty mouth on my big dick.” You raised your eyebrows at the last part of that, even as it made you more turned on.

“You’ll let me?”

“I’ll return the favour. It’ll be worth it,” he replied. “But right now, I just want to screw you up against this wall. You want that too?”

“Yes, please,” you whimpered. It was only when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom that you realised you’d not even thought about safety. You grinned. “You came prepared, did you?”

“Always,” he said. “What would you prefer?” He was distracted for a moment by rolling on the condom. And then he gripped your leg behind your knee and pulled it up to his hip, lining himself up with your wet and ready core. His eyes were on yours as he slid into you, watching you respond to the way he stretched you, until he bottomed out and you were deliciously filled and stretched. He moved his hips back slowly and thrust back in, more quickly this time. As he started to fuck you properly, he grabbed one of your hands and positioned it between your thighs, where you started to rub your swollen clit. Your other hand rested on his shoulder for support.

His movement pushed you repeatedly back against the wall, but you moved with him, feeling your climax building. He planted kisses on your neck and your mouth, his free hand squeezing your breasts and playing with your sensitive nipples. His face was flushed with the effort of fucking you, and his eyes were on fire with lust, his breathing hard. He started to grunt quietly with each movement, and it was seeing his raw desire – rather than his normal superficial charm – that sent you over the edge.

“I’m going to come, Racehorse,” you whispered, desperately.

“Yes, that’s it, come on my big dick,” he managed, though you could tell he was close too. You rubbed yourself a little harder and then your orgasm burst, making you bite your lip to keep quiet as the waves of pleasure crashed through your body. Moments later, he pushed all the way into you and his hands gripped tightly as he swore quietly under his breath and came, buried deep inside you.

You were locked together, panting, for a long moment. Then a crash of a glass or bottle breaking, around the corner at the party, made you both come back to your senses. He moved back, reaching down to remove the condom and wrap it in a handkerchief from his pocket, whilst you tried to settle your skirt to regain some modesty. He watched you and grinned.

“Want your panties back?”

“I really do,” you replied. “This skirt wasn’t designed for going commando. You either give me the panties or I’m going to have to leave.”

He chuckled and reached into his pocket, holding your underwear out to you. “You can have them back if you promise to have dinner with me. On Monday night.”

“I’m not sure I…” you began.

“Come on, dinner can’t be worse than fucking me against a wall at a party,” he said. He wasn’t wrong, and it was too tempting to refuse.

“OK, you have a deal.” You took the underwear and put it back on. When you straightened, you met his eyes again. He still looked aroused, and amused.

“Of course, I expect you to be completely professional at work,” he said, lightly. “No matter what.”

“No matter what?” you wondered what kind of teasing he might have in mind. The way his eyes danced made you want it.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and finger, tipping your head backwards gently. His eyes glinted with fun as he leaned in to kiss you lightly on the lips.

“I’ll see you Monday, sweetums,” he said softly. As he pulled back, he gave you a wink, before turning to head back to the party.

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