One day, my boss was showing me a remote part of the clinic in case the machine went down. I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I had been fantasizing about him for days now and I was doing so again.

Suddenly I hear him ask, “am I boring you?” Casting my eyes down, I replied quietly, “sorry, I was just a bit distracted.”

He smirks and says, “I can see that, any particular reason why?” I could feel my face heating and I shook my head. Not trusting myself to speak. He chuckles and asks, “is it too hot in Texas for you?”

Fed up, I decided I wasn’t going to just let him tease me, I brought my eyes up, held his gaze, and smiled sweetly, “I’m not used to this heat. Would you mind if I took my top off?” Without waiting for a response, I slip my scrub top off and say, “that’s much better, don’t you think?”

Standing there in my bra, hands on my hips, I watch his eyes narrow, greedily taking in the curves of my breasts and moving down my stomach.

The effort for him to bring his eyes back up to my face, is noticeable and I grin. “Put your shirt back on”, he demands. I slowly walk toward him and purr, “why would I do that? Don’t you want to touch me first?” Backing up, he hits a wall and stammers, “you know I’m married. I won’t touch you.” He plants the palms of his hands, firmly against the wall to prove his point.

Bracing one hand against his chest and the other against the wall, I lean in, trace my tongue along his ear and whisper, “where is that confidence from earlier, now?”

A low moan escapes his mouth and he barely audible he whispers, “please.” I feel the desire to make him mine grow and I giggle slightly. I kiss his neck and bring my hand from the wall to drag my nails up his thigh. “Please what?” I say as I press myself into the front of him and lightly, bite his neck. As, I do I can feel the bulge in his pants grow. He whimpers, “don’t…”

I can’t believe what I’m doing but hearing him beg for me and feeling his desire makes me more bold. I bring my lips to his and kiss him softly while unclasping my bra. “Don’t stop? Of course I won’t,” I murmur against his skin.

His hands still firmly braced against the wall, I realize he hasn’t touched me once and this infuriates me. I step back from him slightly, just enough to hold his gaze while I unzip his pants. I reach inside his underwear and as soon as my hand grips the hard length of him, his eyes close and his lips part. I slide him out and begin stroking.

I tell him, “all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will.” As I do, I pause to let him know I’m serious. His eyes come open at the pause and he growls, “don’t you dare.”

So, I smile, sink to my knees and run my tongue up the length of him. When I get to the tip, I swirl my tongue around him and suck just slightly. Hearing him moan, I cannot take the anticipation any longer and take all of him into my mouth. He gasps and finally grabs me by the back of my head. Holding me there. Savoring the feeling of having him in my mouth, I moan and he comes undone.

He starts thrusting deep into my throat. It takes me by surprise and I choke but he doesn’t stop, in fact, that seems to arouse him further. He tightens his grip in my hair and forces me to swallow him down.

I feel my panties soaking with my juices and I slide my hand down my pants. I rub my clit while he fucks my throat. I hear him whisper my name and I cum for him, moaning my pleasure around his cock. Shuddering, he thrusts deep one last time and explodes down my throat.