Playtime in the Office

The office was its usual chaotic self—phones ringing off the hook, fingers tapping on keyboards, and the constant hum of conversation. But none of that mattered to me. All I could focus on was him, sitting just across the room. Tall and broad-shouldered, he filled out his crisp white dress shirt perfectly, the fabric hugging his muscular arms and tapering down to his trim waist. His dark hair was cut short on the sides but left a bit longer on top, just enough for me to imagine running my fingers through it, tugging him closer. His jawline was sharp, often shadowed with a hint of stubble that added a rugged edge to his otherwise polished appearance. He had a couple of discreet tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves—just enough to hint at a wilder side.

Every time he spoke, his deep, rich voice sent a shiver down my spine, commanding attention and making my pulse quicken. His confidence was palpable, and the way he moved—deliberate, with a controlled grace—made my stomach flutter. Today, the sexual tension between us was almost unbearable. We’d been dancing around this for weeks—teasing touches, knowing glances, whispered innuendos that left me aching for more.

I couldn’t deny the effect he had on me. I was on edge, my body buzzing with anticipation. I had dressed carefully this morning, choosing a fitted pencil skirt that hugged my curves and a low-cut blouse that showed just enough of my ample cleavage to make him look twice. My long, auburn hair was loose around my shoulders, catching the light every time I moved. I could feel his eyes on me, tracing the line of my back, lingering on the sway of my hips, and it made my skin tingle with desire. My breasts, full and soft, pressed against the thin fabric of my blouse, my nipples hardening under his gaze. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on.

I couldn’t focus on my work; my thoughts kept drifting back to him, to the way his hand had brushed against mine when he’d handed me a report earlier, the subtle but unmistakable spark that had passed between us. I bit my lip, glancing over at him, catching his eye. He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes, and I felt a flush of heat rush through me.

Unable to take it any longer, I decided to make the first move. I stood up, smoothing down my skirt, and walked over to his desk, my heels clicking softly on the tile floor. He looked up as I approached, his eyes darkening with that familiar, hungry look.

“Need any help with this?” I asked, my voice soft, almost innocent, but with a hint of something more.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Depends on what kind of help you’re offering,” he replied, his tone low and teasing.

I couldn’t help but smile back, leaning in a little closer, letting my hair fall forward to brush against his shoulder. “Why don’t you meet me in the store room in five minutes, and I’ll show you,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. I turned and walked away, feeling his eyes on me the whole time, my heart racing with anticipation. I slipped into the small store room at the back of the office, closing the door behind me. It was cramped, shelves filled with boxes of paper and office supplies, but it didn’t matter. My body was humming with excitement, my skin tingling as I waited for him.

A moment later, the door opened, and he stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. The air was thick with tension, the small space amplifying the heat between us. He was right there, so close I could feel his breath on my skin, smell the faint scent of his cologne—something woodsy and dark that made my pulse race even faster.

Without a word, he yanked me against him, his grip rough and commanding as he pulled me tight to his body. His hands were big and strong, gripping my waist with a possessive force that made me gasp, a soft sound of surprise mixed with arousal. I could feel his erection, thick and hard, pressing into my stomach through the fabric of his trousers, and the sensation shot a pulse of heat straight to my pussy, making me wet with desire.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting to do this,” he growled, his voice low and primal, vibrating with raw hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.

He didn’t bother with words after that. His mouth crashed against mine, fierce and demanding, his lips capturing mine in a hungry, relentless kiss. I moaned into him, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the firm, sculpted muscles beneath his shirt. He tasted like mint and coffee, a mix that was both intoxicating and addicting, and I couldn’t get enough. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, wanting more of him, needing to feel every inch of his body against mine.

His hands roamed over my body with a desperate urgency, squeezing my ass hard before sliding up to cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my blouse. I moaned into his mouth, arching against him, my nipples already hard and aching for more of his touch. He moved quickly, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my blouse, never breaking our kiss. I shivered as the cool air met my exposed skin, every nerve on fire with anticipation.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “But I’m going to taste you first.”

Before I could respond, he was on his knees, his hands pulling my skirt up and yanking my panties down with one swift motion. The cool air hit my wet pussy, and I shivered, a whimper escaping my lips as his breath brushed against my inner thighs. He didn’t waste any time—his mouth was on me in an instant, his tongue flicking over my clit with a precision that made my knees weak. I grabbed onto his shoulders, gasping as he devoured me, his tongue moving with an expert rhythm that had me grinding against his face, desperate for more.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, my fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue dipped lower, teasing my entrance before plunging deep inside me, his nose pressed against my clit as he ate me out like a man starving. My hips bucked uncontrollably, each movement driving his tongue deeper, hitting all the right spots that had me seeing stars.

Just as I was about to come, he pulled away, his lips glistening with my wetness. I barely had time to catch my breath before he stood up, crashing his mouth onto mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue—sweet, salty, and utterly intoxicating. His kiss was rough, primal, filled with the same desperate need that was coursing through my veins. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, hot and insistent, and I wanted him inside me more than ever.

With a shaky hand, I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle, my breath ragged and filled with anticipation. He groaned into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips tight as I freed his cock, thick and throbbing, ready to take me. "I can't fucking wait," he growled against my lips, his voice raw with desire. "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

I bit my lip, my heart racing as my hands moved to his belt, trembling with both anticipation and desire. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his rock-hard cock pressing insistently against my thigh. I needed him like I’d never needed anything before.

The moment his belt was undone, he shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock, thick, hard, and already dripping with precum. My breath caught in my throat at the sight, a rush of arousal soaking my pussy even more.

He grabbed my hips with a rough urgency, spinning me around and pinning me against the shelves, the hard edges digging into my back. The heat of his body pressed into mine, and the cool air hit my exposed skin, making my nipples tighten with anticipation.

He roughly yanked my skirt up over my hips, his fingers hooking into my panties and ripping them down. I gasped when he slid his hand between my legs, finding me dripping wet and aching for him. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his fingers sliding through my slick folds, teasing my entrance with a maddening slowness.

“Please,” I whimpered, barely able to form the words. “I need you inside me.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. With a guttural growl, he grabbed my hips and positioned himself at my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he slammed into my wet pussy, burying his cock deep inside, filling me to the brim. I cried out, my fingers clutching the shelves as he stretched me wide, the burn and pleasure mixing into an intoxicating sensation.

He didn’t hold back, setting a punishing rhythm right from the start, each thrust hard and deep, slamming into me with a raw, primal force that left me gasping for breath. The small space filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, my moans and his grunts mingling in a chorus of raw lust. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in my belly, each thrust sending me closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips with a bruising force. But I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the feel of him pounding into me, his hard throbbing cock filling me so completely, driving me wild with every stroke.

I was right on the brink, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. “I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, my nails digging into the wood, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice thick with control. He pulled back, almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of his cock teasing my entrance, making me squirm with desperation.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking with need. “Please, let me cum.”

He chuckled darkly, his grip tightening as he slammed his cock back into me, hard and deep. “Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice a raw whisper. “Now.”

The command was all I needed. My orgasm ripped through me, violent and uncontrollable, my entire body convulsing as I cried out, my tight pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper. The pleasure was blinding, each wave crashing over me in an intense rush.

He wasn’t far behind, thrusting his hard cock into me one last time, pulsing as he spilled inside me. The feel of his hot cum flooding my pussy triggered another wave of pleasure, a smaller climax that left me trembling and breathless, my body spent and satisfied.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting, our hearts racing as we slowly came down from the high. He finally pulled out, his breath ragged, I could feel the cum dripping down my inner thigh as we began to straighten ourselves up.

He helped me adjust my skirt, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched me try to steady myself on shaky legs. His eyes locked onto mine, a sexy smile spreading across his face. Without another word, we smoothed our clothes, exchanged one last heated glance, and headed back to our desks separately, leaving the tension still simmering between us, the smell of sex wafting off both of us.

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