by Vivien Vale
I nod. “I think I have it down. I’m still finding my feet, but I think I’m managing.”
“I would say you’re doing more than just managing. Your work is outstanding, I’ve been going over it whenever you submit something.”
I blush. There’s no good reason for it, but my cheeks burn, anyway.
“Thank you,” I say.
Wes shakes his head. “Don’t thank me. This is all you. I hired you because I knew that you were capable of this kind of work.”
“No,” I tease, “You hired because you wanted to fuck me over.”
He leans in and whispers, “And now I just want to fuck you.” He chuckles, then adds, “But seriously. You’re doing amazingly well. You were meant for this kind of work.”
He’s paying me a lot of compliments, and all of them are about my abilities, my skill, my mind. It goes so much further than a guy calling me hot or sexy. Of course, that’s just as nice, but a man paying attention to my mind just gets me on a whole different level.
“What do they have to say about your work in the feedback?” he asks.
I page through the file.
“They like the designs, they’re happy to proceed with the manufacturing, they seem positive about the programming. I think it’s going to work.”
Wes walks around my desk and pulls a chair closer from another desk. He rolls the chair so close that our knees touch when he sits down next to me and I’m suddenly flustered. I can’t think when he’s touching me. I can’t think when he’s near me, even.
“I knew it would all be good, of course,” he said. “I hope you’re proud.”
I nod, but I can’t really tell what he’s saying anymore. Blood rushes in my ears, and my heart hammers against my chest. My body responds to him the way it always does – I start getting wet. He turns me on no matter how he looks at me.
As if his bright green eyes and charming smile weren’t enough, his eyes slide down my body. He moves his hand to my knee. I swallow hard and try to concentrate on his face, on what he’ll say next. I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to make rational conversation. When I’m around Wes, I lose a couple of point on my IQ and my ability to communicate coherently abandons me. Pathetic? Yes. But I lust after him, and he’s the kind of guy that makes me melt every time he touches me.
Which is often, and he does it so fucking well.
Wes’s hand on my thigh slides upward. I’m wearing a skirt and thigh-high nylons, and the silk makes his skin on mine that much more intense. I’m hyperaware of his movement, of how his hand inches closer and closer to my pussy.
When his hand pushes underneath the skirt, I swallow hard. I close my eyes, try to pull myself together and put my hand on his to stop him.
I shake my head, and he doesn’t move further, doesn’t fight me. He doesn’t remove his hand, but it’s not sliding upward anymore. Small victories.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I say.
Wes frowns. His hand is searing hot on my thigh, and I’m aware of my own breathing, too shallow and uneven.
“Why?”
I take another deep breath. It comes out shaky when I exhale.
“Because I don’t want to lose my job. It’s been a close call with Leon, Wes. We can’t keep doing this.”
His eyes are serious when he looks at me.
“But I want to keep doing this,” he says. “I want you, Kylie. Surely, you know by now how irresistible you are?”
He moves closer to me as he speaks, his face moving so slowly toward mine I can’t exactly protest. But I don’t move away, and his face is so close now I can see bits of brown in his eyes, nestled in between the green of his irises, giving his eyes depth.
I smell his cologne. It’s so strong in my nostrils, and the scent reminds me of sex. The accompanying emotion is so strong my breath hitches in my throat. I can’t think straight. His hand is heavy on my thigh and images of his hand on my pussy, his mouth between my legs, flash before my eye.
“Wes,” I say, but I don’t get to finish my sentence. He presses his lips against mine, and every argument I had to defend my opinion disappears into thin air. He slides his tongue into my mouth, penetrating me. His hand slides up my thigh again, beneath my skirt and this time I don’t stop him. His fingers slide over the lace at the top of my stockings, tickle the bare skin on my inner thigh, and his fingers brush against the satin of my panties. A jolt of electricity shoots through my body, clenching muscles at my core and I sigh into his mouth.
His other hand moves to my neck, and he presses his broad palm against my skin. He slides his hand down and into the collar of my shirt. He’s not anywhere important yet. His fingertips only brush against my pussy and his hand is on the swell of my breast, but I’m breathing hard, lust roaring through my body.
“We can’t do this,” I mumble against his lips. “Someone can see us here.
Wes stops, and I’m proud of myself for being able to think rationally. He pulls away, taking me by the hand and pulling me up. He holds me against him for a second before he steps away and leads me with him. I can see his cock, erect in his pants, pushing it out so that it looks like he’s pitching a tent. He’s not even trying to hide it.
He leads me to the meeting room.
“This isn’t what I meant,” I say. “We’re still at the office. Wes. We said we wouldn’t do this.”
Wes closes the door behind us and locks it. The meeting room only has one window. It’s wide but it looks out over San Francisco, and it’s high enough that no one is going to be able to look in and see us.
“I can’t wait,” he says, and he takes two quick strides toward me. He grabs me and spins me around, pressing me against the wall. He pins me with his body, his cock grinding against me, hips gyrating, and I gasp. My body responds to his advances and lust is so thick in the air it makes me choke. I don’t know how I’m going to stop. A moment later his tongue is in my mouth, his hand on my tit and I stop thinking altogether.
His hand slides down my body, and he lifts my skirt.
“Sometimes I think you wear these to the office just to drive me crazy,” he says.
I don’t have time to answer him. He pulls up my skirt, pushes his hand into my panties, and his fingers find my clit so that my only response is a gasp. He moves his fingers back and forth, spreading my wetness. His fingers are slick with my sex when he pulls them out again. He’s teasing me, giving me just a taste before giving me anything else.
“I want you to suck on me, baby,” he says in a hoarse whisper. “I want my cock in your mouth.”
I don’t let him ask me twice. I kneel in front of him. My skirt is still up around my hips, my ass exposed to the cold air in the room. I don’t care. I want him in my mouth, too. I can already taste him.
I undo the button and unzip him before I reach into his pants and pull out his cock. He’s hard and thick, the smooth skin stretched across the size of him. The tip is slick with precum. I look up at him when I open my mouth and slide him between my lips. His face is riddled with hunger. I know he likes it when I look up at him. I know that it looks slutty, but I don’t do it with everyone all the time. Just for Wes.
“God, Kylie,” Wes groans when I bob my head, sliding him in and out of my mouth. He puts his hand behind my head to guide me, and I pump my head faster and faster, mimicking the rhythm of sex. When I glance up at him his eyes are closed, his lips parted, and he’s gasping. I cup his balls with my other hand and suck him into my mouth, sliding slowly out, playing my tongue over his tip every time.
I can do this all day. I love sucking Wes’s cock. He won’t let me, though. He has other things in mind.
Wes
When Kylie sucks on my cock, it takes every ounce of self-control not to come right away. I have my hands in her hair, and I want to hold her head still and fuck her mouth until I come, but I don’t want it to be over. I want to do so much more to her.
So, I pull out of her mouth. She looks up at me with large brown eyes, and I love the
view I have from up here, seeing her kneel in front of me, her skirt around her hips. Her long stocking-clad legs are bare at the top of her thighs, and I imagine pressing my lips against her skin, nibbling at her flesh.
I take her hand and pull her up and kiss her again. Her scent is in the air, she’s turned on, and I can smell it. I lose all control and take what I want.
With my hands on her hips, I push her toward the table in the middle of the meeting room. She helps me by climbing onto it. I clamber on with her. She lies back, and her thighs fall open for me. Her panties are still in the way. I hook my fingers into them and pull them down, throwing them to the side. Her stockings and her heels I want to leave on. She looks sexy as fuck when she’s splayed open on the table like that.
I crawl over her and position myself between her legs. I press the head of my throbbing cock against her entrance, and she gasps. I look her in the eye as I push myself into her. She’s tight, and her body yields and stretches for me until I’m buried to the hilt. I move around a little, and she squirms beneath me as we adjust to the feel of each other.
She doesn’t get a lot of time to get used to me. I’m wired, ready to take it to the edge, and I have her beneath me. I pull back and slam into her, and she cries out. She bites her lip, and I know she knows she must be quiet. I pull out and slam into her again, building a rhythm. The table is sturdy enough to hold us, but it still rocks back and forth as I fuck her. Her breathing is hard. She gasps, my cock forcing the air in and out of her lungs.
Fucking her like this, here, is hot as hell. The chances of anyone coming in on a Friday evening and trying to get into the meeting room are slim to none, but it’s not impossible, and we’re in here, fucking.
After the board fired Leon when he accused us.
But the forbidden aspect is what makes it so erotic and I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going, keep fucking her.
And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
When I’m close to coming, I need to change position. If I keep going the way I am now, I’m going to lose control, and it will be over. I want to come inside of her, but not now.
I pull out of her, and she whimpers in protest. I get off the table, and grab her by the ankles, pulling her toward me. She yelps, surprised. When she’s on the edge of the table I help her off. As soon as her feet hit the ground, I spin her around and bend her over. I have an insatiable urge, and I position myself behind her. She looks over her shoulder at me.
I find her entrance with my fingers and push my cock into her again. She gasps and I know she’s trying her best to keep it down. She’s doing well as things go – I know from experience that she’s a moaner.
When I’m inside her, I start fucking her again, hard. I hammer into her, my hands on her hips to hold her steady and she braces herself on the table. My balls slap against her pussy. Her breathing is hard and heavy and I breathe hard, too, to match hers. Matching my breathing to hers makes it so much more intense. I feel like we’re connected on a level we haven’t been before.
I don’t know if she feels the same because I’m fucking her from behind, but I’m feeling it, and I’m feeling it hard.
Her ass is beautiful when I fuck her, her cheeks move back and forth in a double bounce against my hips. I run my hand down her thigh and feel the lace of her stockings. It’s such a fucking turn on. After I feel her thigh I rub my hand over her ass, over her back, and around her body, grabbing her tit through the shirt. I feel the wire of her bra, the padding keeping her tits in place. I squeeze her tit, and she moans softly. Her tits still swing back and forth, albeit less and I keep pounding her from behind.
Kylie arches her back, tips her head backward, sticking out her ass. Her body is on display, and she’s sexy, half-exposed to me with my cock pounding in and out of her from behind, partly dressed in the sexy office-wear she puts on when she comes in.
I swear she’s doing it all for me, and I love it.
Again, I get close to coming. I slow it down. I push into her and pull out again with slow strokes. Her breathing changes. I rub my hands along her back, feeling her as she moves with me.
When I pull out of her, she straightens up. She turns to me. Her pupils are dilated, her lips are parted, and her lipstick is a little smeared after she sucked me off. She pulls out a chair and points at it. I walk to it and sit down. None of the chairs in this room have armrests.
When I sit down, she straddles me and lowers herself onto me without ceremony. I’m inside her. She moves her hips back and forth, her feet on the ground and it’s intense. She looks me in the eye and reaches for her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly. When her blouse is open, she unclasps her bra – another one of those that clasps in the front – and her tits are on display for me. They’re large and round, swollen, the flesh pink. Her nipples are dark and tight.
I reach for her tits and cup one in each hand. She’s just a little more than a handful, and I love it. Her nipples are hard against my palm when I squeeze.
I take her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and tug on them so that her flesh pulls into little points. I’m not hurting her, but she gasps. She clenches the muscles at her core, gripping my cock before she starts riding me. She rocks her hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her while I tug and squeeze at her tits. Her face is on the same level as mine, the eye contact impossibly intimate.
I lean forward and kiss her while she rides me. My tongue is in her mouth, and she meets it with her own tongue, swirling it around mine. I let go of her tits and put my hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth faster, helping her ride me.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say to her when I break the kiss. She looks down at me, lips parted and I can’t tell any other emotion on her face than lust. She moans as she rocks on top of me and I can feel myself go deeper and deeper. She rides me and her eyes close.
I reach up to her face and put my hand on her cheek. I stroke her bottom lip with my thumb. She turns her head and takes my thumb into her mouth, closing her lips around me. She sucks on my thumb and plays her tongue around me. It’s the same as when she’s sucking on my cock, and the feeling is erotic.
“You’re my little office slut, aren’t you?” I ask.
I’m not sure if it’s too much – not everyone likes it when they’re called a slut. Her big eyes turn to me, and she nods, my thumb still in her mouth. The acknowledgment and the dirty talk is so hot. “Yeah, you just love it when I fuck you in the office. You like danger.”
She pulls back, letting go of my thumb.
“It’s such a turn on,” she says. “I like it when you take me in places where we can get caught.”
I put my hand back on her hips. I hold her still, hovering above my lap, and I start hammering into her from beneath her. She gasps and falls forward a little, catching herself on my shoulders with her hands. She leans against me, her tits pushed against my chest, and I can feel her even though I’m still wearing my office shirt.
I fuck her hard, pumping into her, picking up a speed that she can’t reach when she’s on top of me. It’s good when she rides me, but she can’t reach this gear.
She’s moaning and crying out.
“Quietly, babe,” I remind her. She closes her mouth, and her moans are a little more muffled through her nose, but they’re not a hell of a lot better. It’s okay, though. I’m pretty sure we’re alone. The sound of her moaning is so hot, I almost don’t want to stop her.
I get tired after a while and let her take over again. She moves her hips back and forth, slowly stroking me while she catches her breath. When she’s ready, she starts bouncing on top of me. My cock slips out of her almost all the way before it goes back in and her head is tipped back. I put my hand on her throat. I don’t choke her, I just hold it there. It’s a reminder of how strong I am, of how much I want to be in control.
Her gasping increases and she bounces faster and faster. She likes it when I hold her like this. I know she likes it when I take charge when I
dominate her a little. I like it, too. I like taking her and making her mine.
I watch her tits as she bounces on me and they’re mesmerizing. They bounce up and down, too, the swells tugging at the skin, her dark nipples moving up and down. I grab one tit and dip my head. She slows her pace down a bit to let me suck on her, and I take one nipple into my mouth. She gasps, pushing her hand into my hair, closing her fist and tugging. It’s hot – just this side of uncomfortable – and she rocks her hips back and forth as she works her hand in my hair, her hips over my cock and her tit in my mouth in big, rolling motions.
Kylie
I’m bouncing on top of Wes’s cock, straddling his lap and he reaches all the right spots. His mouth is closed over one nipple, and he sucks hard enough that it’s almost painful, but it translates into pleasure, instead, and it adds to the sensation that’s happening between my legs.
I’m getting closer and closer to the edge, an orgasm building. My body shivers in waves and my legs are going numb. It’s becoming harder and harder to rock back and forth on his cock as my body experiences the front-runner to a huge orgasm. It’s getting closer and closer.
Wes lets go of my nipple just as I’m about to orgasm and it subsides a little.
“God, Wes, don’t stop,” I gasp out. I press my hand against the back of his head, urging him back to my tit again but he resists.
“Are you close?” he asks.
“I am,” I gasp. He doesn’t suck on my nipple again. I open my eyes and look at him. He has a mischievous look in his eye, and he’s grinning at me.
“Good,” he says, and he holds me with his hands so that I can’t rock all that much.
“Are you going to deny me?” I ask.
He smiles at me, and it’s a naughty smile. “Denial is all the fun, sweetheart.”
“Maybe for you,” I say, pouting. I want more. I want to come. I want a release, and now he’s stopping me from getting it.
He shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says.
Well, two can play at this game. I start moving again, pushing against his hands and soon he lets me go, lets me work my body over his. I move slowly, stroking him in and out of my body languidly. He leans back in the chair, and his eyes are rolled back in his head. I ride him slowly. I gyrate my hips. My tits are in his face, and I move my chest, moving them up and down. He’s riveted to my chest. He stares at me like he’s hypnotized and I keep moving, sliding onto him and pushing back up again, so he slides out of me.