办公室派对的诱惑

I could feel his eyes on me the second I walked into the dim conference room turned party space. Marco, my fitness trainer for the last three months, stood by the makeshift bar in a crisp black shirt that hugged every ridge of muscle I’d sweated over in our sessions. The air smelled of spilled wine, garlic from the catered antipasti, and something sharper—pure want. My pulse kicked up as I smoothed the tight red dress over my hips, the same dress that barely contained my full breasts and showed off the toned ass he’d helped sculpt.

“Elena,” he said, voice low and rough like Italian espresso, stepping close enough that I caught the clean scent of his cologne. “You look… dangerous tonight.”

我微笑着，目光缓缓扫过他宽阔的胸膛。“怎么个危险法，马可？比如我可能会翘掉练腿日？”

He chuckled, but his dark eyes didn’t laugh. They burned. “Like you might make me forget I’m supposed to be professional.” His hand brushed my elbow, sending heat straight between my thighs. The party noise—laughing colleagues, clinking glasses—faded as we stood inches apart.

那种露骨的吸引力来得很快。我的意大利血统让我热血沸腾；我曾在平板支撑时发现他盯着我的屁股看，当他看到我时，能感觉到他握力中的紧张。今晚，借着酒意让人放松，办公室里没有真正的规矩，我不想再等了。

“Come with me,” I whispered, grabbing his wrist. My heels clicked on the tiled floor as I tugged him toward the small executive lounge off the main room. The door clicked shut behind us, muffling the music to a distant thump.

“Elena, what are you—”

我用嘴堵住了他的嘴，尝到他舌头上浓烈的红酒味。他的手立刻抓住我的腰，大胆而强势，把我拉向他坚硬的身体。我在亲吻中呻吟，感觉到他的鸡巴隔着西裤顶在我的肚子上变硬。

“操，你真舒服，”他贴着我的嘴唇低吼，停下来喘气，我们的额头相触。他的呼吸灼热而急促。“每次你穿着那条紧身裤弯腰的时候，我都在想这个。”

“那就别想了。”我伸手下去，用手掌包住他鼓起的裆部，用力揉捏直到他倒吸一口气。我的手指解开他的皮带，拉链在安静的房间里发出刺耳的声响。他的鸡巴弹了出来——粗重、青筋暴起，龟头已经泛着水光。我慢慢地套弄着，看着他的眼睛半闭着颤动。

Marco’s hands weren’t idle. He spun me around, pressing my palms flat on the leather couch. The dress rode up as he hiked it to my waist, exposing my black lace thong. He hooked a finger in it, pulling the fabric aside instead of removing it. Cool air kissed my shaved, already-wet pussy.

“God, look at you dripping for me.” His voice dropped to that delicious Italian accent that made my clit throb. Two thick fingers traced my slit, spreading my slickness up to circle my swollen clit. I pushed back, needing more.

“Inside me, Marco. Now. I want that big cock stretching my tight Italian pussy.”

He didn’t tease. The blunt head of his dick nudged my entrance, then thrust forward in one smooth, deep stroke. I cried out, the sudden fullness making my walls clench hard around him. He was huge, pulsing inside me, every inch dragging against sensitive spots I didn’t know I had.

“Merda, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, hands digging into my hips. He started moving—bold, powerful strokes that slapped skin on skin. Each thrust rocked me forward, my tits nearly spilling from the dress. I looked back over my shoulder, catching his intense gaze locked on where we joined, watching his glistening cock disappear into my soaked folds again and again.

The rhythm built fast. He reached around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles in time with his pounding. My breath came in short gasps, the leather creaking beneath my hands. “Harder… yes, like that. Don’t stop.”

He leaned over me, chest to my back, teeth grazing my neck. “You feel incredible. So wet, gripping me like you never want to let go.” His free hand slid up, cupping one heavy breast through the fabric, pinching the stiff nipple until I whimpered.

We shifted then. He pulled out, leaving me empty and aching, and sat on the couch, cock standing proud and slick. I straddled him without a word, sinking down slowly this time, savoring every thick inch spreading me open. Face to face now, our eyes locked—his dark with lust, mine half-lidded with pleasure. I rolled my hips in deep circles, grinding my clit against his pelvis on every downstroke.

“骑我，美人，”他低语道，双手放在我的屁股上，揉捏着我辛苦练出的紧实臀瓣。“让我看看意大利女人是怎么做爱的。”

我照做了。时而快，时而慢，拉长那些只有他的龟头撑开我入口、然后再次深插的停顿。我们的呼吸交织在一起，炽热而绝望。他的额头上渗出汗水。我的裙带滑落，露出双乳；他含住一个乳头，用力吸吮，而我则在他腿上上下起伏。我的小穴吞吐他时发出的水声充满了这个小房间——淫秽而完美。

我腹部的紧张感越缠越紧。他的鸡巴每一次研磨都顶到我体内那个完美的点。“我快到了……马可，我要在你的鸡巴上高潮。”

“Come for me,” he demanded, voice strained. One hand tangled in my dark hair, pulling just enough to tilt my head back. The other pressed firmly on my lower back, forcing me down harder. My orgasm crashed over me—sharp, blinding. I shook, pussy pulsing wildly around him, a gush of wetness coating his balls.

He followed seconds later, thrusting up with a deep groan. “Elena… fuck!” Hot spurts of cum flooded me, filling my clenching pussy until it leaked down his shaft. We stayed locked together, trembling, catching our breath in the afterglow.

第二天早晨，阳光透过我公寓的百叶窗洒进来。我站在厨房里，只穿着他那件宽大的衬衫，煮着浓缩咖啡。马可出现在我身后，赤裸上身，双臂环住我的腰。他的胡茬轻轻擦过我的脖子，温柔地亲吻着。

“昨晚不是个错误，”他轻声说，声音因睡眠和性爱而仍显沙哑。

我在他怀里转过身，递给他一小杯咖啡。我们的目光在蒸汽上方相遇——心照不宣、炽热、已经再次饥渴。我微笑着，慢慢啜饮一口。

“No,” I agreed, letting my free hand trace the lines of his abs. “It was just the beginning.”