"I think that's a good stopping point, right? It's really good so far." He ran his hands through his hair, then rested them far back on the armrests of his chair, near his body.

I stood up and stretched as he closed his laptop, sitting right across from me, facing me. "Yes. Finally. I think it's really good, too. Now, let's go get food, I'm starving and I need a change of scenery."

He pushed his chair away from the desk and sat back, his hands palming the front of the armrests. "What if we, uh, fuck first? You want to?"

I let a smile creep across my face, slowly. "Always." I moved to his side of the desk and positioned my legs between his. Looking into my eyes, he grabbed my waist above my waistband, hard. I leaned over, running my hands down his back and up the back of his arms, He pushed me back, making me stand up straight, and pushed my dress up and pulled my underwear down.

With one hand still gripping my waist, he palmed between my legs with the other one. Teasing, pushing inside me with one finger, running it along, not going all the way in.

"Turn around."

"Yes, sir," I said with a wry smile. I worked my thumb under his, still clamped to my waist, and he released his grip. Lightly hooking his thumb with mine, I turned away from him. I heard him push his chair back further and stand up, then felt his hand in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades. He pushed me forward, and I stretched my hands out flat in front of me to ease myself onto the desk. I arched my back and wiggled my bare ass at him, looking back with a grin. I heard him unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and push them down.

With one hand back between my shoulder blades, he moved the other between my legs again. He bent his body over mine as he worked one finger, then another, inside me. "Always wet for me, right, baby?" He whispered into my ear. "Especially in the office? Your tits pressed against my laptop?"

"Ohhh," I laughed, "this is the closest we've gotten to the beginning of a porn, huh?" I rode back onto his hand as he fucked his fingers into me. I pushed my arms out in front of me, pressing my forehead into the crook of my elbow, then spread my legs apart and arched my back. Turning my head to the side, I groaned, "I'm ready. Give it to me. Fuck me."

He pulled his fingers out of me and pressed his hard cock, pointing towards the ceiling, against my pussy. I bucked up into him, pushing my hand under his, between my legs. My fingers reached back and hooked around the head of his cock the next time he thrust forward, and I guided him inside me.

He ran his palm up my back, letting it rest under my hair. "Pull it," I moaned. "That's what it's there for." I looked back and to the side, right at him. My eyes were on him but my head was bowed down, a smirk on my face as I bit my bottom lip.

He twirled his hand, gathering my hair into a rough ponytail at my neck and pulling it towards his body. I stayed forward but arched my back as he pulled the top of my head towards him, my throat exposed. His other hand slid down to the front of my hip, where my body met my leg, in the bend. He flattened his palm and pressed it into the top of my thigh, keeping me pulled close to him as he pumped into me.

"Mmm," I hummed. "Do you like watching that grippy pussy? Holding onto your cock? I can’t get enough of it, I need it."

I listened to his breaths, his soft grunts, him uttering, "Fuck" every so often. This position was so familiar, and I knew if I talked to him, he wouldn't last long.

"You're close, aren't you?" I tugged my head forward and he loosened his grip on my hair. "Are you gonna be selfish? Are you gonna cum first, before I'm even close?"

I looked back at him again, and saw him drop his head back, his Adam's apple bouncing when he swallowed. "Shut the fuck up or I will," he growled, with a smile.

"I want you to. Cum inside me, I want it."

I felt him tug at my hair, still in his hand. He looked down at me, his eyes piercing into mine, and asked, surprised, "Really?"

I nodded my head. "Mmm hmm. Do it."

"Okay, fuck," he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto him over and over, faster and faster. His moans got higher and closer together, his voice getting shaky. I looked back and saw him drop his head forward just as he let out a guttural groan. He bent down over me, biting on the skin between my shoulder and neck as he caught his breath.

He pulled out of me, pressing his hand into my thigh to turn me around. I faced him and we met in a slow, deep kiss. He pushed his body against mine, my ass pressing against the desk. One hand on my stomach, the other pressing my leg out to open me up, he lowered down, almost kneeling.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled up. "Mmm, no, make it up to me later. I told you I'm fucking starving," I laughed.

He stood up, grinning. "You sure?"

I nodded, pushing him away from me and leaning over to pick up my underwear. "We have to hurry, they're about to stop doing lunch."

Neither of us asked where the other wanted to go - we knew where we'd end up. The same restaurant we always went to when we were working on a deadline. We hurried there and ordered at the counter, then sat near the window. It was all familiar.

We talked about work as we ate, like we always did. Tedious, stressful details we knew backwards and forwards.

Then, I felt it.

My eyes narrowed and I leaned in towards him, resting my elbows on the table and pressing my body into my forearms, a mischievous look crossing my face. He leaned in over his food to hear me.

I looked him straight in the eye, smiled, and purred, "I can feel your cum dripping out of me."

His eyes opened wide, deer-in-the-headlights. "Holy fucking shit." He dropped all the way back into his chair. "You're trying to kill me saying shit like that."

"What do you want me to do?" I questioned.

He paused, side-eyeing me. "Definitely tell me, it's hot, I just mean..."

"No. I mean, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Fuck. What are my options? I guess I'm not usually around when it..."

"Well, I could go to the bathroom. Or, I could just sit here and see what happens." I leaned part of the way back in my chair, my elbows still on the table. "You might be able to see it. It might soak through."

He leaned in again, this time with his elbows on the table as he ran his hands through his hair, resting them at his hairline. He looked up at me with a smirk, checked to make sure no one was in earshot, and said, "You whore."

I shrugged and smiled. "Maybe. I'm not lying, though. If I just sit here, you might be able to see it."

He sat back, eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his chest, his mouth twisted in thought. "You're fucking with me. You're teasing me because I came and you didn't."

"I could have cum, I was just hungry! I'm not fucking with you!" Then, lowering my voice even more and leaning back in, "I want you to tell me what to do."

"Okay. I'll be nice. We still have to work, so I don't want you to be embarrassed." He said it sarcastically, his chest moving up and down with his heavy breaths.

I laughed and pushed my chair back, then made my way to the bathroom.

****

Back at the office, the lights were off. Even though it was a Saturday, we hadn't been the only ones there when we left to eat.

"Looks like everyone gave up," I said.

"I mean, clearly our breaks are more fun than everyone else's. More motivation for us to work."

When we got back to our office, he closed the door and stared at me. "You're driving me fucking wild, I have to make you cum."

"You're getting paid to finish this project, not to fuck me."

"We made enough fucking progress, we're way ahead of schedule. Let me fuck you, let me make you cum."

I moved close to him, tracing my hands along his sides, resting my arms low on his hips and ass in a loose embrace. "Well, I did say I wanted you to tell me what to do."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and smiled. "You think any of it's still inside you? You think you got it all out?"

"Mmmmm," I laughed. "Disgusting." Then, almost in a whisper, I said, "Let me see." With a soft smile, I bit my lip and pulled my hand back towards myself. I pushed my hips away from his and slid my hand up under my dress and into my underwear from the side. I watched him watch my face tighten, my nostrils flare, my breath deepen, my eyelids flutter. "Mmmmm I can't tell. I don't know. If it's part of you still in me, part of what you put in me, or am I just really fucking wet for you?"

His eyes sparkling, his voice steady, he demanded, "Taste it."

My face reacted automatically, scrunching into a scowl. "It's been over an hour, no."

He looked at me, mischievous but commanding. "I'm telling you what to do. Fucking taste it."

I widened my eyes and let my jaw drop in faux-shock. Then, I held my dress and underwear away from my body as I pulled my fingers out from inside me and brought them up, between our faces. Holding his eye contact, I put my fingers in my mouth, wrapping my lips around them, working my tongue between them. I could taste it. I could taste him.

"Well?" He asked.

"I can't tell," I said, feigning innocence.

"No? Let's see if I can." He pushed his hand against mine, where I was holding my dress and underwear away from my body. He looked down just long enough to guide his fingers between my legs. His other hand palmed and squeezed my ass. He looked back into my eyes and pushed two fingers inside me, rough and fast. His force pushed my body back, away from him, and he gripped my ass tighter, keeping me steady. I watched him watch me as he thrust in and out, the heel of his palm pressed steady against my body, his arm working rhythmically. He brought his hand up where mine had been, between our faces. Putting his fingers in his mouth, he licked and sucked, then slid his hand down the neckline of my dress, tracing his wet fingers on me and grabbing at my skin. "That's me." He breathed, through almost clenched teeth. "That's me still inside you."

I grabbed his tie and pulled him to me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, we kissed, hard and fast and deep. Then, he broke away and pushed me at arms length.

His eyes were focused and dark. "Take your clothes off."

I stood facing him, defiant, my back to the wall and door. I reached under my arm and slowly started unzipping my dress.

"Faster."

I kept the same, slow pace.

"You told me to fucking tell you what to do. Get naked. Now."

I smiled a half smile and followed directions. I pulled the zipper all the way open and dragged my dress over my head. Then, quickly and expertly, I unhooked my bra, and slid down my underwear.

"Lay back on the table."

I looked down, beside me. The table was low and long, positioned in front of two plush chairs. I moved to the short end, lowering myself down and sitting, then laying, back. He sat in one of the chairs next to me, legs spread wide, one knee hooking above my shoulder and the other pressing into my hip.

Holding my gaze, he ran his palm down my front. Down the center of my body, not stopping to grab or grip. He rested the heel of his palm at the top of my pubic bone, his middle and ring fingers lightly brushing my clit. I brought one foot up, my leg out sideways and bent at the knee, opening myself to his touch.

My eyes closed and I grasped his arm, feeling the muscles contract rhythmically as he teased between my legs.

"Faster," I begged, in a whisper. "You know I like it faster."

He raised his palm off my body and pulled his knees away so that the only part of him touching me was his fingertips. He stroked gently, lightly, steadily.

"Well, you're getting it slow."

I started to rock my hips, instinctively trying to force his rhythm or maybe to try to catch his finger and slip it inside me. I didn't know. I just knew I was starting to feel completely desperate, completely in his control.

He leaned over me, his fingers still pulsing. Bringing his lips to my ear, he whispered, "Just because it's slow doesn't mean I'm being nice."

I slowed the rocking of my hips to match the movement of his fingers and loosened my grip on his arm, grazing it and rubbing back and forth with my palm as my body pulsed. I raised my knee, resting my leg on his, desperate to feel more of him.

This was new. I never even went this slowly when I made myself cum, and I had to force myself to be patient. My eyes closed, I focused on the pulsing of his fingertips, the smooth muscle on the back of his arm, the pressure of his knee touching my hip.

I felt the familiar heat building between my legs, and my hips rocked harder, my breath deepening and speeding up. He knew my body. He knew what it was telling him.

"Good girl, I knew you could do it." His voice was steady, smooth. "You want me to tell you what to do? Cum now, okay? Do it for me. Cum for me."

I let out squeaks and squeals, followed by hard, fast breaths. My body contorted, tensing and pulsing, then shaking through it as the heat crested and dissipated. No thoughts, just movement. My hands reached up and grabbed my tits, feeling my nipples, so hard that they hurt. I grabbed the skin around them and pulled up, squeezing my fingers in and letting the dense flesh bounce back when I let go. I let out one last moan and my body relaxed back, straightening out again, flat against the table.

He ran his palm up my body, the reverse of how he started, and I watched it move up and down as I caught my breath. When he got to my neck, he wrapped his hand around it and stretched his fingers out, pressing them into the sides of my face.

His mouth moved into a slow grin. "We should get back to work."

"What? No! Aren't you gonna fuck me again? You said you wanted to!" He lowered his hand, moving down from my neck, spreading his fingers out on my side, his palm covering my nipple. I was desperate, and I knew I sounded whiny. "I want your cum again. I want to see it, I want to feel it!"

"Oh, yeah? I wanted to feel you cum before but you didn’t, so I why should I let you see it and feel it?"

I sat up, working my fingers between his and pivoting so I was facing him, my body between his wide spread legs. "Because it's mine." I said. "Because I know what you like. And you know I'll do it."

"No." He drew his hand away from mine and stood up, smoothing out his shirt and tie. "You can’t behave. We're at fucking work, you whore." He looked down at me with a grin, and I noticed he paused over his cock when he smoothed down his pants.

"Mmmmm. I am a whore." I laughed and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out at him, flattening it out all the way. Then, I snapped back to reality, back to desperation. Straightening my back, I said, "Fine. I’ll fucking behave, what do you want me to do?"

"What do you wanna do? I came, you came, so you’re just being needy. Now who’s trying to fuck on the clock?"

I shifted to the edge of the table, then stood up, within arms reach of him, and smiled a half smile. "Okay. Fuck it." My voice had an edge. "Now I'm gonna tell you what to do. Undo your pants."

"Why?"

My eyes narrowed. "Because I think you’re just being a brat." I moved closer to him, slowly pressing against him with my body but not moving my hands, planted on my hips. "I wanna see," I glanced down at his zipper, "if you wanna fuck me again."

"Are we doing this? You think it’s rare that I’m hard around you? Especially when you're fucking naked and touching your tits and," he breathed out hard and his voice wavered, "everything else."

I pressed against him, this time lowering my hands and then bringing them up to his stomach, letting them follow the lines and curves of his body above the waist.

"Get off," he said, breathless, his eyes raking over my body.

I dropped my hands and stepped back. Wide eyed, I said, "Okay. Whatever you want." I looked around, spotting my dress on the floor. I reached down and grabbed it, pressing it against the front of my body, so he couldn’t see me naked anymore. "If I put it on, it’s staying on." I said it softly but firmly.

"Fuck you," he said, with an amused sneer.

I crossed my arms under my tits, cupping one with my hand to hold the fabric up. "Fuck you," I answered back with a half smile.

"Fine." He said, frantically unbuckling his belt. I dropped my dress and pushed him, my hands on his sides as his pants and underwear dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. I pushed him back until he was sitting in one of the plush chairs, then sat in his lap in a straddle.

I slid my hand up under his shirt, dragging it with my thumb. "Take this off, I wanna feel you."

He loosened his tie and pulled it and the shirt over his head. I sat back, sucking two of my fingers in my mouth as I watched him. When his shirt was on the floor, I slid the same fingers into his mouth. My head dropped back as I felt his tongue work around them, his mouth suction itself to them. I hooked my free hand over his shoulder and took my fingers out of his mouth, running and pinching them over my nipples. The spit and the cold air made them hard. I leaned into him, dragging them across his chest. "Does that feel good? My hard nipples grazing over you? On your bare skin?"

He grabbed my tits with both hands, massaging them and bringing his mouth to one. He sucked and licked and nipped, then switched sides and did the same. They were so sensitive that I flinched, but I clung onto him. "Don't stop," I begged. I lifted my hips, pressing them into his stomach, letting him move his head back up while keeping his mouth latched on to me.

I ran my hands up through my hair and twirled it into a ponytail, keeping it out of my way. He reached up and grabbed my hand, holding my twirled hair, and tugged down. Working his fingers under mine, he grabbed my hair at the back of my head, pulling my face down and his up. I steadied myself, my arm clinging around his neck and shoulders, and I lowered myself down until I could feel his cock pressing into my skin.

"Hold it, put it in me," I begged. I looked down and saw his fingers wrap around it, his thumb positioned at the base, aiming it between my legs. I lowered all the way down, feeling it press into me, spreading me apart. I sank down as far as I could, pausing to get used to it, and wiggled my hips on it to push it in deeper. I looked up, taking his face in my hands, kissing him messily as I started to ride.

My legs hung over the arms of the chair, I bounced on his cock. My ass pounded into his thighs each time I sank down on him. He set the speed by gripping my hips, pushing down and pulling up.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum, I want you to cum on my tits."

"Keep riding me like that, I'm close," he groaned, his eyes closed.

I pushed into him and pulled away, rocking my hips as he held them. Leaning down to kiss and suck his neck, I moaned and whimpered in his ear.

"I'm close, I'm close, I'm close. I'm gonna cum," he said, frantically.

My forearms on the back of the chair, I pushed myself up, letting his cock slide out of me. As I lowered back down, he grabbed it, pumping furiously, his knuckles pounding over and over on my clit and lower belly.

"Fuckkkkk, scoot back," he ordered.

I moved my hips away from him so he could get the right angle. So he could aim his cum onto my tits like I had told him I wanted. I watched as he got himself to the edge and then spilled over, his cum shooting upwards. Then, I pressed my body against his, changing the angle so it hit his stomach instead of mine.

He finished pumping his cock, the last of his cum pooling out, and looked at me with an exasperated smile. "What the fuck?"

"Mmmmm," I purred. "I wanted to taste it fresh." Holding eye contact, I bent towards him, licking all the cum off his stomach and chest. A streak of it was lower on his belly, too low to reach with my tongue. I turned my hand palm up, pressing the skin between my pointer finger and thumb onto him just under the streak, and dragged it upwards, gathering it on the side of my palm. Eye contact still unbroken, I brought my hand to my mouth and cleaned it off, licking and sucking my own fingers again.

"You're so fucking dirty," he breathed, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in for a sloppy, hot kiss. "You're so fucking dirty."

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