After-Hours Reps

The office smelled of cleaning solution and leftover coffee, and the only light came from my phone screen on the desk. I’d come back for my forgotten charger, but the real reason was standing by the window, silhouetted against the dark city. Marcus. My trainer. The man who’d spent six months watching me sweat, his hands correcting my form with a clinical touch that made my skin prickle.

“You’re still here,” I said, my voice a little too breathy.

He turned, a slow smile spreading. “I saw your light. Figured you’d need a spotter.”

My heart hammered. There was nothing clinical in his eyes now. He stepped closer, and the space between us turned electric, thick with all the unspoken things we’d been building during every squat, every lunge, every time his fingers brushed my hip.

“I’m not here for a workout,” I whispered.

“Good,” he said, his voice low. “Because I’m done being professional.”

His mouth was on mine before I could answer, hot and demanding. His hands slid under my blouse, calloused palms rough on my skin, and I gasped against his lips. He walked me back until my ass hit the edge of the desk, then lifted me onto it, spreading my thighs and stepping between them.

“I’ve thought about this every time you bent over for me,” he growled, his fingers finding the button of my jeans.

“Show me,” I breathed.

He didn’t waste time. He had my jeans and panties off in one smooth pull, and then his fingers were on my bare pussy, tracing my slit before sliding inside. I was already soaked, and he groaned at the feel of it.

“So fucking wet for me.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my head falling back.

He knelt, and his tongue replaced his fingers, licking me from clit to entrance with a slow, deliberate stroke. I cried out, my hands gripping his hair. He ate me like I was his last meal, his tongue circling my clit, his fingers pumping into me, curling just right. It didn’t take long. The tension that had been coiling for months snapped, and I came with a scream, my thighs shaking around his head.

He stood, wiping his mouth, a dark hunger in his eyes. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard. He didn’t ask. He just pulled me to the edge of the desk and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

He filled me completely, and I felt every inch as he started to move. He fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto him with every stroke. The desk squeaked under us, the sound mixing with my moans and his grunts.

“Look at you,” he panted, his eyes locked on mine. “Taking my cock like a good girl.”

“Fuck me harder,” I begged.

He obliged, picking up the pace until I was bouncing on the desk, my tits shaking under my blouse. He leaned down and bit my neck, and the sting sent a jolt straight to my clit. I felt another orgasm building, coiling in my belly.

“I’m gonna cum,” I breathed.

“Not yet,” he said, pulling out abruptly.

He spun me around, pushing me over the desk until my cheek was pressed against the cold wood. He slapped my ass, the sound sharp in the quiet office, and I yelped.

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” he said, his voice rough. He grabbed my hips and drove into me from behind, deeper this time, hitting a spot that made my vision blur.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

He fucked me from behind with a relentless rhythm, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. I was dripping, my juices running down my thighs. He reached around and found my clit, rubbing it hard as he pounded into me.

“Cum for me,” he commanded.

That was all it took. I shattered, clenching around his cock, my body convulsing. He followed a second later, burying himself deep and filling me with a hot, pulsing flood.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum trickling out of me. He turned me around, his hands cupping my face.

“I’ve wanted that for months,” he said softly.

I smiled, my body still humming. “Me too.”

He kissed me, gentle now, and I melted into him. For a long time, we just stood there, our foreheads touching, listening to each other’s ragged breathing in the quiet dark.

CATEGORIES: [Fitness, Caresses, In the Office, Dominance, Creampie]