Office Quickie

Standing outside the hall, you watched your boyfriend run through his lecture for tomorrow. You were happy for him; he finally landed his dream job, and you admired his form, dressed casually in a long sleeve tee and slacks, as he spoke to an empty room. You continued to watch, your eyes scanning slowly over his body, seeing the muscles in his chest flex as Christopher stopped and took a deep breath before he comes storming out of the room straight toward you. Your eyes go wide at the set of his jaw and the fire in his dark brown eyes. He takes you by the wrist and straight into his office nearby, locking the door as you both make it into the room.

“Chris,” you gasp out worriedly. “What are—" your words are cut off as you are slammed against the door suddenly, knocking a breath past your lips at the force.

“Shit.” You curse at the sudden action. “What the hell?” you grit through your teeth.

He kisses you harshly and deep, never saying a word as he shoves his tongue past your lips. Your arms snake around his neck and you tilt your head to deepen it, even more, moaning into his mouth. You love it when he gets dominant like this. A small part of you still worried about why he’s acting this way.

You pull apart and he attacks your neck with rough bites and kisses to your skin, marking you thoroughly. “Christopher,” you moan out quietly and push his chest away from you just a bit to look in his eyes. “What is going on?” you ask.

“I’m overwhelmed and nervous. I just, I need you.” He growls out. His eyes are hard with the pressure you know he is putting on himself. You caress his chest, feeling it heave underneath your hands, pulling him into another kiss knowing what he needs when he gets like this. You press your body up against his and you can already feel how hard he is through his jeans.

“P-Please, let me use you.” He whispers to you.

You groan at his words as your head immediately nods in response. You love when he uses you just for his pleasure. It always ends up fantastic for you later. You look into his eyes, his pupils are blown wide just like yours, his breathing ragged with want.

Dropping to your knees slowly, you trail your hands down his body and when you get to his thighs you knead his thick muscles, biting your lip as they flex, and he groans, “Feels good, baby.” You trail your hands back up and pop the button of his jeans and unzip them. You don’t even pull them down, just putting your hand in his boxers and pulling his dick out so that his underwear is bunched just under his balls. You lick your lips at the sight of him twitching in your hand and your mouth starts to water.

He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes and grits out through his teeth, “No hands, I- I need to fuck this out.” You nod again and put your hands behind your back, opening your mouth wide. He grins devilishly and caresses your cheek with one hand, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip. Then he takes his length in his own hand and strokes it with two strong pulls, before shoving it into your waiting mouth.

You immediately gag around his thick length and then relax your throat so that he can take what he needs from you. He starts at a rough pace, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. He tangles his hands in your hair and holds on as if his life depends on it. Grunting deeply every time you swallow around him, your tongue flattening out on the underside of his cock and you start to drool around him. He looks down at you and moans at your blissed-out eyes and the mess on your face.

He pulls out to give you a second to breathe and you whimper at the loss. You love being used like a toy just for him and it makes your arousal blossom tenfold. You look up at him with innocent eyes, panting for breath and he verbally growls at the sight. “Fuck you look so good like this.”

A soft whine falling from your mouth as words fail you. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling the wetness pool and drip from your core, soaking through the fabric of your panties as your arousal builds. He continues to look at you for a second, taking in the state of your slack jaw, tongue hanging from your mouth, and pleading eyes as you wait patiently. He shoves his throbbing length back into your mouth and frantically thrusts in and out of your throat, chasing his release.

“Fuck,” he whispers as you gag and choke at how fast he’s moving. You know he’s close by how sloppy he’s becoming. You moan around his dick and his body tenses. He pulls out of your mouth and starts to stroke himself roughly. He licks his own lips lightly as he tugs on his cock. You look heavenly to him at this moment, saliva and precum all over your lips and chin. It only makes him hornier and suddenly he’s cumming hard. He groans as his seed lands all over your pretty face and mouth. You snap your eyes shut and moan as it hits you, lapping at the ropes of semen near your mouth and swallowing it down. “Shit,” he curses.

His breathing finally starts to level out as he comes down from his high and he pulls you up gently. He kisses you tenderly, tasting his own release on your tongue. He grabs a towel from his gym bag to let you wipe the rest of his cum off your face. He puts himself back into his pants and makes himself look somewhat presentable again. He pulls you into his arms and cups your ass in his hands and whispers in your ear, “Thank you.” He kisses you one last time and says, “Be ready, I’m going to ruin that sweet pussy later,” stepping around you as he walks out of the office and back to the lecture hall, leaving you with a soaked, pulsing core and your thoughts of what is to come when you get home.