After the Brush

I was the last one into the empty office. The only light came from a single desk lamp, spilling across the wide windows where night had already settled. Alexei sat on the edge of the long conference table, legs slightly apart, watching me with a look that made my insides clench with sweet anticipation. We'd agreed beforehand: this meant nothing. Just a release after a long posing session. But his eyes said something else entirely.

"You sure this is what you want?" he asked quietly as I stepped closer. His voice was low, barely a whisper.

"Yes," I said, setting my paint bag on the floor. "I want to taste you... everywhere. And you're going to let me."

He nodded slowly. My artist's fingers—my fingers—were already reaching for his shirt. I undid the buttons one by one, savoring how his chest rose faster. His skin was warm, slightly damp with tension. When the shirt fell away, I ran my palms over his stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my touch.

"Lie down," I whispered, pushing gently on his shoulders.

Alexei lay back on the cool table surface. His breathing quickened. I stood between his legs, slowly pulling off his pants and boxers together. His cock was already hard, thick and pulsing. But tonight I didn't want that. I wanted what they usually hide.

"Spread your legs wider," I said softly, running my hands over his thighs. "I want to see all of you."

He obeyed, bending his knees and lifting them. His breath came in ragged gasps.

"Liza... are you really going to... there?" His voice was a mix of embarrassment and hunger.

"I am," I leaned down and kissed the inside of his thigh. "If you're okay with it. Tell me if it's too much."

"I'm okay with it..." he breathed. "More than okay."

My fingers slid lower. I traced them lightly over his ass, parting him gently. The skin there was incredibly soft, hot. I leaned in closer, and my hot breath touched his asshole. Alexei shuddered all over.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

I touched the tip of my tongue to that most sensitive spot. Lightly at first, barely there. Circle after circle. Slow. Gentle. His muscles tensed, then relaxed. I heard him moan softly as my tongue grew more insistent, pressing a little deeper, tracing that tight ring again and again.

"Liza... this is... ohhh..." His fingers gripped the edge of the table.

I didn't stop. My hands stroked his thighs, occasionally brushing his hard cock but not gripping it. Just teasing. My tongue worked unhurriedly, deep, wet. I was literally kissing him there, licking, lightly sucking, feeling him tremble and open up to me more and more. The smell of his arousal, mixed with a faint scent of soap, was driving me crazy. I was already soaked myself, my panties sticking to my skin.

"You taste so good..." I breathed between strokes of my tongue. "Relax for me even more."

"I'm... trying..." His voice cracked. "Liza, if you keep going, I'm gonna..."

I smiled without pulling away. One of my fingers joined my tongue, slowly sliding inside. He was hot, tight. I moved it very gently, in rhythm with my tongue, massaging him from within. My other hand finally wrapped around the base of his cock and began moving slowly up and down.

"Oh fuck..." he gasped as the pleasure became almost unbearable.

I sped up my tongue and finger, feeling his asshole clench around me in spasms. The cock in my hand was pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum. I licked him hotter, deeper, completely lost in that intimate kiss.

Suddenly his body arched. A loud moan shattered the silence of the empty office.

"Liza... I'm coming!"

Hot streams of cum sprayed onto my hand, onto his stomach. I didn't stop, still working him with my tongue and finger as he shook and emptied himself to the last drop. Only when his body went limp did I slowly pull away, kissing each ass cheek one last time.

We were both breathing hard. I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked at him. Alexei's eyes were half-closed, a faint smile on his lips.

"That was... incredible," he said hoarsely. "I thought I knew what it felt like... but with you..."

"We agreed this meant nothing," I reminded him, though my voice trembled.

He propped himself up on his elbows, looking at me with a new spark.

"What if I want it to mean something?" he asked quietly. "What if I want more... right now?"

I felt my body respond with heat again. His fingers were already reaching for me, for my skirt.

"Then..." I smiled, leaning closer, "we can start with you tasting me too."

His eyes darkened with desire, and I knew this night in the empty office was just beginning.