The Last Desk

The office air conditioner hummed low, the only sound besides the ragged breathing I was trying to hide. Maya stood by the window, the city lights behind her painting her silhouette in amber and blue. She’d stayed late to help me finish the quarterly report, but neither of us had touched a spreadsheet in twenty minutes.

“You’re staring,” she said, not turning around. Her voice had that teasing edge, the one that made my jeans feel tighter.

“Can’t help it.” I leaned against my desk, arms crossed. “You knew what you were doing when you wore that dress.”

She finally turned, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Maybe I did.” She walked toward me, heels clicking on the polished floor. “We’ve been talking about trying something… different.”

My pulse kicked. “Different how?”

Maya stopped inches from me, her hand flat on my chest. “I want to taste you. But not the usual way.” She bit her lower lip, eyes dropping to my mouth. “I want you to come in my mouth. All of it. And I want to see your face when you do.”

A low groan escaped me before I could stop it. “Fuck, Maya.”

“Is that a yes?”

I answered by pulling her into a kiss, hard and hungry. Her tongue swept against mine, tasting like coffee and something sweeter. My hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, tugging it down. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in black lace and thigh-highs.

“Desk,” she whispered against my neck. “Now.”

She pushed me back until my ass hit the edge, then dropped to her knees without hesitation. The sight of her there, looking up at me with those dark eyes, nearly undid me already. Her fingers worked my belt open, then the button of my jeans. She pulled my cock out, already hard and straining.

“God, you’re beautiful like this,” she breathed, and wrapped her lips around the tip.

I gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white. Her tongue traced the vein underneath, slow and deliberate. She took me deeper, inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The wet heat of her mouth was almost too much.

“Maya… I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. “Good. I don’t want you to last.” She stroked me slowly, her thumb circling the head. “I want you to fuck my mouth. Hard. And when you’re about to come, you tell me. I want to look up at you when you fill my throat.”

I cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “You sure?”

She took me back in her mouth as her answer, deep and hungry, her hand gripping my thigh. I let myself go, thrusting into her warmth, my hips finding a rhythm. She moaned around me, the vibration traveling straight through my spine.

“Fuck… Maya, I’m close.”

She doubled her efforts, her tongue working the tip as she took me deeper. Her eyes locked onto mine, and that was it. The wave crashed through me, hot and relentless. I pulsed against her tongue, a guttural sound tearing from my throat. She held me there, swallowing every drop, her throat working around me until I was empty.

She pulled away slowly, licking her lips, a satisfied smile blooming on her face. “That was exactly what I wanted.”

I pulled her up, kissed her deep, tasting myself on her tongue. “We’re not done yet. My turn.”

I turned her around, bent her over the desk, and slid into her from behind. She was already wet, her moan muffled against the wood. The night was just beginning.

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The next morning, I found a note on my keyboard. *“Same time tonight? I have another idea.”* I smiled, already counting the hours.