Overtime

“You know, for a guy who claims to be a professional, you’re staring at my mouth a lot.”

I froze, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Claire, my boss, was leaning against the doorframe of her office, arms crossed, a single eyebrow raised. The office was a tomb of silence after hours, the hum of the servers the only other sound. She was wearing a dark gray pencil skirt that hugged her hips like it had been painted on, and a white silk blouse, unbuttoned just one button too many.

“I… I was just thinking,” I stammered, “about the Q3 projections.”

“Right.” She pushed off the frame and walked toward my desk, her heels clicking a slow, deliberate rhythm on the polished concrete. “The projections. That’s what’s making you look at me like I’m a steak and you haven’t eaten in a week.”

She stopped right beside my chair. I could smell her perfume—something clean and sharp, like bergamot and rain. It was doing things to my brain.

“Claire, I don’t think…”

“You don’t think,” she repeated, a smile playing on her lips. “That’s the problem. You’re overthinking. I’ve been watching you all week, Daniel. The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. The way your voice gets a little rough when you ask me for a signature.”

My cock was already hard, pressing painfully against my zipper. She must have seen the adjustment I made in my chair because her smile widened.

“See?” she whispered, her voice dropping into something low and velvet. “There it is.”

Her hand landed on my shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to make my breath catch. “I don’t like games. I like directness. I want to know what you’d do with me, right now, if I gave you the word.”

The air was thick. My heart was hammering.

“I’d bend you over that desk,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “And I’d fuck you until you forgot your own name.”

Her eyes widened, a flash of genuine surprise before the heat flooded back in. “Good,” she breathed. “Then take off your pants.”

I stood up, my hands shaking slightly as I unbuckled my belt. She watched, unblinking, as I pushed my slacks and boxers down. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, the tip already glistening.

She licked her lips. “God, that’s a beautiful cock.” She stepped forward, pressing her body against mine, her hands sliding up my chest. Her mouth was at my ear. “I want you to fuck me from behind. But first… I want you to feel how wet I am for you.”

She took my hand and guided it up her skirt. My fingers found the soaked lace of her panties. She was drenched. I hooked a finger under the fabric and slid it through her slick folds, and she let out a shaky moan.

“Jesus, Claire.”

“I know,” she whispered, her hips pushing against my hand. “Now, take these off.”

I pulled her panties down her thighs, and she stepped out of them, kicking them aside. She turned around and placed her hands flat on the polished wood of her desk, arching her back, offering her ass to me. The sight nearly made me come right there.

“Do it,” she ordered, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me, Daniel.”

I stepped up behind her, gripping her hips. I ran the head of my cock through her wet slit, teasing her, and she pushed back against me.

“Don’t you dare tease,” she growled.

I slammed into her in one hard, smooth stroke. She cried out, a sharp, guttural sound, and her back arched even more. She was so tight, so hot, so perfectly slick that I had to pause for a second just to keep from blowing my load.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips.

“Move,” she demanded. “Don’t stop.”

I started to fuck her, a hard, punishing rhythm that made the desk shudder. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the empty office. She was moaning, a low, breathless litany of “yes, yes, right there.”

“You feel so good,” I grunted, leaning over her, my chest pressing against her back. I reached around and found her clit, slick and swollen. I rubbed it in tight circles as I kept pounding into her.

“Oh my God, Daniel,” she gasped. “Yes… don’t stop… I’m gonna come.”

Her whole body clenched around me, a wave of tight, rippling heat that pulled me right over the edge with her. “Fuck!” I roared, burying myself as deep as I could and flooding her with my cum, hot and thick.

We stayed there for a moment, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. Finally, I pulled out, and she straightened up, turning to face me. Her makeup was a little smeared, her hair was a mess, and she was grinning like a cat that had gotten the cream.

She reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “See?” she said, her voice soft and satisfied. “Directness. It’s so much better.”

I laughed, a little breathlessly. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“You better.” She smoothed her skirt and looked at her watch. “It’s 8 p.m. I guess we’ve got some time to figure out those Q3 projections after all.” She winked, then turned and walked back toward her office, her hips swaying just a little more than usual. I watched her go, already hard again from the sight.

CATEGORIES: [Office, Boss, Just the Two of Us, Erection, Rough sex]