Deanna's Delightful Problem

A/N: sorry for the long wait, the next chapter is still in process, so I can't tell you when it'll be posted :-( In the mean time, feel free to send any kind of feedback/suggestions.

Chapter Two: In the Ready Room


"Captain, may I have a word with you?"

Jean-Luc Picard, already looking at her, nodded and stood up. She followed him into the ready room, trying hard not to glance down herself to make sure that the wetness she felt oozing from her nipples didn't soak the fabric of her uniform. Inside the room Picard stopped and watched her silently. Nervously, slightly embarrassed and all too aware that she was getting aroused again Deanna avoided meeting his gaze and put some more distance between them. "Counselor, are you all right? You look a little, off." Picard observed.

A little horny is more like it, Deanna supplied within the boundaries of her mind. She wondered what he was like during sex. Did he liked to take charge then too? Never had she given thoughts like that longer then a second, but now she was just too aware of how confident he looked to expel them as easily as before. "There's something you need to know." She was unable to stop the huskiness in her voice and his hazel eyes looking at her with a touch of worry and the barest hint of desire in his emotions only made it worse.

Troi smiled and approached. Mild confusion nearly caused him to back away, but he stood his ground and she saw her chances expanding. "You see, I woke up this morning..." Trailing off she looked up at him from under her eyelashes, bringing herself well within his personal space. She'd been aware of his fleeting attention countless of times during the years they'd worked together and now felt it steadily growing stronger.

"And?"

"And." Looking to her side she licked her lower lip, carefully considering her words. "I think you will have to relieve me off duty for a while."

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh no," she dared placing a hand against his chest, pleased with the strength she felt beneath the uniform, "just a matter of Betazoid hormones."

He caught her emphasis on Betazoid and understanding flashed in his eyes. "The Phase?"

"Very much so." Her hand now toyed with his collar and she took another step closer, now standing nearly flush against him. "In fact, I think I'm on another high."

"And there is nothing you can do against this?" Although his voice remained mostly normal and unaffected, Troi could tell otherwise; her empathic powers picking up emotions related to the desire and arousal very easily.

"Nothing," she agreed, taking the plunge, "but hot, passionate sex."

"Then Counselor, allow me to assist."

Slightly surprised, and extremely pleased Troi smiled. "Gladly Captain." Sensing that he was somehow fighting the impulses that threatened to overwhelm him she slid up her hands over his chest so that she could lock them around his neck and pull him down. He returned the kiss she bestowed upon his lips wilfully and forcefully, the last of his subconscious worries fleeing his mind. She felt her captain’s hands settle on her hips and holding her tightly against his body, his arousal quite obvious against her abdomen.

His tongue was hot and demanding, forcing her mouth open until her jaws were stretched to the limit and he reached the back of her throat. Rebelling somewhat, she sucked on his tongue, smiling as his grip on her waist grew stronger. He did like to be in control.

But for now she decided he would have to swallow his pride, her need still growing. His uniform was easily released and with his help she quickly pulled it down, revealing the masculine body that would soon attend to her every need. Pleased with what she found Deanna tested and tasted his skin, playing with his nipples while she felt his hands undoing her uniform.

Cool air did nothing but harden her nipples and she let her hands wander downward, scratching her nails across his skin until reaching what she’d been looking for. A nice, hard, hot, throbbing cock. She whimpered with need as her hand closed around the erect shaft. His hands slid over her ass, pushing off the last of her uniform, and as soon as she had kicked it off, she forced him back against the desk, ignoring his attempts to take control.

Stroking up and down his cock she felt the wetness between her legs increasing, her pussy soaked with arousal and she could think of only one thing. In one smooth move she kissed him deeply, then sank to her knees, taking her captain’s erection in her mouth without further detours. A groan of pleasure brought a smile onto her stretched lips and she began a quick bobbing motion, using he tongue and lips to explore every contour of skin, veins and the beginnings of precum.

Being Betazoid, her empathic senses intwined with the emotions of her lover and she enjoyed having control, at least for the moment, over this strong and determined man. Pulling back her face she placed a last kiss on the tip of his cock and then stood up. Drawing two fingers through her dripping cunt, she smeared the wetness across Picard’s parted lips before kissing him.

With a simple shove she pushed him down in his chair and straddled his lap, her teeth biting hotly into his earlobe. “Fuck me Jean-Luc.” Without waiting for his answer she settled down, guiding him inside her and seething him completely in one push. She could feel him stretching her inner walls and groaned harshly in appreciation. She loved the feel of a nice hard cock inside her.

Strong hands settled on her waist and guided her motions against him, but she wasn’t in any mood to take it slow. Rocking her hips against his she felt his cock slide in and out of her heated pussy and revelled in the sensation, ever increasing speed and force to achieve that climax she so desired.. Jean-Luc breathing was heavy and shallow like her own and he didn’t seem to have any trouble keeping up with her.

Deanna arched her back and threw her head back, the orgasm creeping up on her finally coming within reached. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her vocabulary had been brought back to nothing, but she didn’t mind and neither did he. She clenched her muscles and sped up, losing the rhythm and picking it up again, driving herself ever closer and taking him along with her. A cold chill flew up her spine and exploded at the base of her neck, making her shudder all over as she finally crashed over the edge, her teeth sinking into human skin as she felt the captain release inside her, prolonging and intensifying her orgasm until she felt all her strength slip from her body.

Troi slumped against Picard’s heaving chest, her breathing slowly regulating back to normal as his cock softened inside her. After a couple of long minutes, the captain slowly pushed her off his lap and stood up, straightening is jacket. “I think you had better see Doctor Crusher, counsellor.” Looking up at him, Deanna blushed rosily and quickly picked up her uniform and pulled it on.

“Yes sir” she said quietly as she headed to the doors. As she left the ready room, she failed to see the small smile on Jean-Luc face, and the glint in his eyes.