Business Trip Harem

I stared at him across the conference table, my knees burning. Maybe it was the heat, or the fact that the air conditioning in our hotel room had broken again, but I knew it wasn’t the temperature. Max. Three years we’d worked in neighboring departments, three years of saying hi in the hallway and nodding at stand-up meetings. And three years of lying to myself that I just wanted to get coffee with him.

“Allie, are you listening to me?”

“What? Yeah. Of course.” I tugged at my blouse, which suddenly felt unbearably tight across my chest. “You were talking about vendors.”

He smirked, and that little smirk turned my insides over. Max wasn’t beautiful in some classic, polished way—he just radiated heat, the kind that melted every defense I had. He pushed his glasses up, glanced at me over the edge of his laptop, and I caught his look. Long. A beat too long.

“Allie,” he said, quieter now, almost a whisper. “We’re alone in here. Six hours until the train leaves. Don’t you want to tell me something?”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“I…” My heart was hammering up in my throat. “I think I want to fuck you, Max.”

Silence. He took off his glasses and set them on the table. Stood. Came toward me slowly, like a cat to a bird pretending to be hurt.

“Me too,” he breathed, and took my chin in his hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”

I didn’t get to answer. He kissed me so hard my knees buckled. His hands settled on my waist and pulled me against him, and I could feel how tense he was. I was strung tight as a wire. We kissed right there beside that stupid table covered in papers, and I couldn’t even remember why we’d come here in the first place.

“Bed,” I gasped between kisses. “Now.”

“Smart girl.”

He lifted me under the thighs, and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his cock press against my pussy through the fabric of his pants. We crossed the living room without breaking the kiss. We grazed a vase on the side table; it wobbled and somehow didn’t shatter. Max laughed against my mouth.

“Destructive impact,” he whispered.

“Shut up and undress me.”

He laid me on the bed, back first on the cool sheets, and I arched into him while he worked at my blouse. The buttons wouldn’t cooperate, so he just yanked them open, scattering them across the floor. I laughed, but the laugh died when his palm covered my breast through the lace bra, squeezed, and I bit my lip.

“Your nipple’s already hard,” he murmured, leaning down. “Were you like this the whole time?”

“I’ve been like this the whole time,” I admitted. “Every time you walked past my office.”

He huffed a laugh and pulled my bra off, baring my breasts. His mouth found my nipple—hot, wet—and I dug my fingers into his hair, feeling my pussy go slick and burning between my legs. Max didn’t rush. He licked, sucked, bit, and I couldn’t breathe evenly anymore.

“Come on,” I breathed. “I’m not made of iron.”

He lifted his head and looked at me with that insolent little squint.

“I like watching you melt.”

“I’m going to bite you.”

“Try it.”

I pushed myself up and shoved him onto his back. He let me—and suddenly I was on top, looking down at him. His shirt was open, and I could see the thin dark strip of chest hair running lower. I unbuckled his belt, pulled his cock out—hard, hot, throbbing—and wrapped my fist around him.

“Wow,” I said honestly. “You’re not modest.”

“It’s all you,” he answered, closing his eyes. “Your perfume. Your laugh. The way you lick your lips when you think nobody’s watching.”

I leaned down and took him into my mouth. First just the head, sliding my tongue along the underside, then deeper, sinking down on him to the hilt, feeling him arch beneath me. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me, and I let him. I wanted this. I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel his weight, his heat.

“Enough,” he breathed, lifting me by the shoulders. “I want to be inside you.”

I sat on him, lifted myself over his cock, and lowered myself inch by inch. He filled me completely, all the way to the end, and I froze, feeling myself stretch around him. Wet. Tight. Hot.

“God, Allie,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I started moving. Slowly, rocking, feeling him slide inside me, his hands gripping my hips to keep the rhythm. I threw my head back, and he reached up to squeeze my breast, dragging his thumb over my nipple.

“Faster,” I begged. “Please.”

He flipped me over. I was on my hands and knees, and he entered me from behind—one deep thrust—and I cried out, my fingers clawing into the sheets. He moved in me hard, rough, and I pushed back to meet him, feeling wetness run down my inner thigh.

“Feels so good,” I moaned. “More. Don’t stop.”

He leaned down, pressing his chest against my back, and whispered in my ear,

“You know I always book a spare room on business trips?”

“What?” I almost laughed right in the middle of a moan.

“Seriously. I always book two. In case I want to bring someone. But today I’m glad I picked this one.” He thrust deeper, and I groaned.

I laughed, but it broke when he changed the angle and I felt a wave rising from deep inside me. He moved in me steady, deep, and I could feel how close. How these six hours were an eternity, and how little we needed to become everything to each other.

“I’m cumming,” I breathed.

“Come,” he whispered. “I’m with you.”

I clenched around him, and he groaned, driving deeper, all the way to the end. The wave crashed over me—hot, warm, spreading through my whole body—and I came, crying his name into the pillow. He followed; I felt him pulsing inside me, his cum flooding me with heat.

We lay still. I felt his weight on my back, his breath against my neck, soft and even. Outside the window the city hummed, but in here there was only our room, our laughter, our breathing.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I thought you’d never make a move.”

“Me too,” I answered. “But now…” I turned my head and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Now it feels like we’ve got a whole harem of options. And I’m not against trying every one.”

He laughed, and I felt his hand settle on my stomach, pulling me closer. We stayed quiet. Listening to each other breathe.