The Copyroom

“You’re staring at her ass again.”

I felt Maya’s breath on my ear, her hand sliding into the back pocket of my slacks. The office party hummed around us — Kevin from accounting was already three sheets to the wind by the snack table, and the CEO was doing his annual round of painfully awkward small talk. But all I could focus on was the way Maya’s thumb was tracing the seam of my pocket, and the memory of her whisper from two hours ago.

“I’m not staring at her,” I said, taking a sip of my scotch. “I’m staring at you.”

Liar. We both knew it. The new intern, Rachel, had on this tight black dress that hugged her curves like it was painted on. But it wasn’t Rachel I was thinking about. It was Maya. My Maya, who had texted me during the keynote speech: *“I want to try something different tonight. Trust me.”*

“You’re a terrible liar, Danny.” She squeezed my ass through the fabric, hard enough to make me jump. “But I like that about you.”

She led me away from the crowd, past the laughing cluster of sales reps, past the bathroom line, down the dim hallway to the copyroom. The door clicked shut behind us, plunging us into near-darkness, the only light coming from the green glow of the copier’s standby screen.

“Maya, what are we —”

“Shh.” She pressed a finger to my lips, then turned around, bracing her hands on the copier. She looked over her shoulder at me, that wicked smile playing on her lips. “I want you to fuck me. But I want you to look at my ass the whole time. I mean really *look* at it. Like you’ve been looking at Rachel all night.”

My cock was already straining against my slacks. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m greedy.” She reached back and pulled her dress up, revealing the black lace thong she’d worn — the one I’d watched her put on this morning. She hooked her thumb under the fabric and pulled it aside, exposing her. Fuck. Her ass was round and full, pale against the dark of the room, and I could see the glisten of her pussy from behind, already wet.

“You see it, Danny?” She reached back and spread herself with both hands, showing me everything. “This is what you get. Not some intern’s dress. This is yours. So come claim it.”

I was at her in two steps, my hands gripping her hips, my cock sliding out of my pants. I ran my palm over the curve of her ass, feeling the warmth of her skin, how soft she was. She moaned, pushing back against my hand.

“Is that all you’re gonna do?” she teased. “Just look?”

“You said to look,” I rasped, my thumb tracing down her spine, over her tailbone, dipping between her cheeks. She shuddered. “So I’m looking.”

But I couldn’t wait anymore. I lined myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her slick entrance, and pushed in slowly. She gasped, arching her back, giving me the perfect angle. Her ass pressed against my pelvis as I buried myself to the hilt, and I just held there, feeling her heat around me.

“God, Maya,” I breathed. “You feel incredible.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard, Danny.”

I pulled back until just the tip remained, then slammed forward. She cried out, catching herself on the copier, and the machine beeped as her palm hit the glass. I did it again, harder, watching her ass ripple with each impact. The sound of our bodies meeting echoed off the walls, wet and rhythmic.

“Like that?” I grunted, gripping her hips, pulling her onto me with each thrust.

“Yes — don’t stop —” Her voice was broken, desperate. I reached around and found her clit with my fingers, rubbing in tight circles as I pounded into her from behind. She was soaking, my cock sliding in and out of her with ease, the lewd sounds filling the tiny room.

“You want me to watch?” I said, slowing down, teasing her. I pulled out almost entirely, just the head inside her, and she whimpered. “Look at me, Maya.”

She turned her head, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted. I held her gaze as I pushed back in, slow this time, savoring every inch. Her ass pressed against me, and I reached down to grab a handful of it, kneading the flesh as I fucked her with deep, measured strokes.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I moaned. “This ass of yours is going to make me come.”

“Then come,” she breathed. “Come inside me, Danny. Fill me up.”

I lost it. I slammed into her, fast and hard, my fingers digging into her hips, her ass bouncing against me with every thrust. She was moaning my name, her whole body trembling, and I could feel her pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper.

“I’m — I’m coming,” she gasped.

“Me too —”

My orgasm hit like a wave, my cock pulsing inside her as I emptied myself deep. She cried out as she came with me, her walls milking me dry, and I collapsed against her back, breathless.

For a moment, neither of us moved. The copier beeped again, and I laughed breathlessly.

She turned around, fixing her dress, her cheeks flushed. “See? That wasn’t so bad for your first time.”

“First time?” I raised an eyebrow.

“First time I’ve made you look at my ass for a whole five minutes without getting distracted.”

“Estás loco.”

“And you love it.” She kissed me, quick and sharp. “Now fix your pants. I think Kevin just saw us come in here.”

I tucked myself back in, grinning like an idiot. “Let him watch.”

She laughed, pushing open the door. “Come on. I want to dance with you.”

As we stepped back into the fluorescent hum of the party, she leaned in and whispered, “And later? I want to try something with that new bottle of lube I bought. But that’s a story for home.”