Secret Attractions at the Office: A Dirty Office Romance (Working Desires Book 2)

by Hazel Keys

  She had such a cute little pussy, the small pouty lips already coated in a layer of her juices. She had a small little clit that was barely concealed by the hood at the top of her outer lips, and he immediately noticed that she was completely shaven. Seeing that for himself caused the front of his pants to tent outwards, and he had to swallow to wet his suddenly dry throat as he leaned close to her bare sex and allowed his tongue to slowly drag along those luscious little lips.

  He heard Bella let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, her back arching slightly in order to push her lower body towards him more. He started out teasingly at first, only allowing her to feel slow, lingering licks on her obviously aroused flesh. He also allowed his lips to press against her on occasion, eventually allowing his broad tongue to actually delve inside of her. His arms easily kept her legs spread, though were it not for his grip she would likely have been straining to close her legs from the insistent ministrations of his tongue.

  His eyes closed as he allowed himself to get absorbed in his task, his tongue slowly dipping in and out of her body at such a pace that Bella’s breath was repeatedly hitching. Her hands had long since moved to gently try and gain purchase in his dreads, her head laying back against the cushion of the couch as she was subjected to his fervent attention to her most private of places. Tristan could feel himself getting slightly out of breath from just how eagerly he was lapping away at her body, opting to gently retract his tongue and allow his fingers to take over instead.

  He gently allowed his middle finger to slip inside of her, letting his finger pump in and out up to the second knuckle each time. Her walls were clenching down on his finger insistently each time it slid inside, and when he would try to tug it outward he would feel just the slightest bit of resistance. Bella’s body was beginning to shake slightly, her hands slowly moving to try and cover her overstimulated slit. Her hips bucked upwards, and she let out a quiet cry as she came.

  He didn’t know how long it had been since Bella had been pleasured in this way, but he suspected that it had been a while. Unfortunately, the alcohol must have gotten to her, because when he finally allowed his head to look up at her he could see that she had passed out. He chuckled gently at that, wiping his mouth gently on the back of his arm before gathering her in his arms and carrying her towards his bed. Despite being drunk, he thankfully managed to get her to his bedroom without dropping her or hitting her head against a wall, which he was counting as a personal victory.

  He laid her back on the left side of his king-sized mattress, a small smile spread across his lips at the satisfied smile that was still firmly planted on her lips. He gently pulled a blanket over her body so that she wouldn’t get cold, then he slid beneath his own covers. He had a raging hard on right now, but he wasn’t feeling quite energetic enough to take care of it himself at that moment. After closing his eyes for what felt like only a few minutes, he found his consciousness fading as he drifted off as well.

  Chapter Twelve

  Bella

  When she first awoke the next morning, it took a moment for Bella to comprehend what it was she was seeing. The bedroom that she was looking at didn’t look like her own, and judging from the fact that she was still dressed she must not have returned to her own home the night before. She slowly stretched, letting out a sleepy little groan as she felt her back pop in multiple places. The blanket that was covering her didn’t feel like the one that she used each night, and when she rolled over onto her other side she had to keep herself from letting out a shocked gasp at the sight of Tristan sleeping on the bed beside her.

  He looked so peaceful lying there, and as she watched him sleep she felt a rush of warm affection flow through her mind. She could see his chest rising and falling slowly, her new boyfriend apparently in the habit of sleeping on his back. That position gave her the perfect vantage point to be able to see the sizeable bulge that was pressing against the front of Tristan’s boxers, which were the only piece of clothing that he seemed to have kept on from the previous night. She bit her lip as she eyed up that impressive package of his, finding herself wanting to know what it was that he was packing. He had seen her naked, so that meant that it was only fair that she be allowed to do the same.

  She slowly scooted close to him, her hand shaking nervously as she slowly began to reach out towards the slit in his boxers. She could just barely see that thick mushroom-shaped head of his cock peeking out from the hole, and she had to repress the shudder of desire that nearly coursed through her body at the sight of it. She wanted to see more, her hand creeping up towards the waistband of his boxers, gently pulling them down just enough so that his cock would be able to flop out into view.

  Tristan opened his eyes at that point, peering sleepily over at her. He slowly sat up, yawning gently before peering down at his lower body. The sight of her hand on his cock was one that was apparently slightly amusing for him, a low chuckle rumbling from deep in his chest.

  “Looks like someone couldn’t bring herself to wait,” Tristan said, his hand moving to gently stroke over her cheek as he leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss.

  She blushed good-naturedly at that but didn’t deny it, her hand already moving to slowly pump along his shaft gently. His eyes closed slightly, his cock already beginning to grow even harder in her grasp as she continued to fondle him. He tugged his boxers down so that they would be out of the way, lying back and spreading his legs a bit so that she could get a full look at his groin. She found herself wanting to feel him inside of her, and despite her usual shyness, she actually told him so this time.

  “So, now that we have slept some of that alcohol off, do you think we can finally do what I asked?” she asked playfully, letting her hand slip off of his cock as she moved to straddle his hips.

  “I do think that can be arranged,” he replied in an equally playful manner, his hands moving to gently stroke over her hips as she moved into place.

  She could feel the thick head of his cock pressing against her lips, her arousal having made it so that she already had a thin layer of juices coating her outer lips. She blushed when she felt her juices smearing over the head of his cock each time that she moved her hips, but she wasn’t about to let herself stop now. This was something that her body badly wanted, and she was going to be damned if she was going to have to wait any longer. Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck gently, she gently began to push her weight down, hoping to coax his cock to sink inside.

  It didn’t take long for him to do exactly that, a breathy moan escaping Bella’s lips as she felt herself slowly sliding further down onto his shaft. Her inner walls were being forced to gape open around his cock, his being the biggest that she had ever attempted to take inside of herself. It felt amazing, a feeling of fullness that had her pussy twitching with obvious pleasure as he allowed every last inch of himself to slip inside. She rolled her hips around slowly, closing her eyes and simply allowing herself to enjoy the sensations that coursed through her body. She felt his hands take a firmer hold on her hips, smiling as she felt him begin to help her bounce up and down on his lap.

  Each time his cock drove back into her body Bella let out a little whimper of pleasure, Tristan’s fat shaft easily able to scrape over every one of the sensitive nerve endings inside of her. She could even feel him occasionally scraping over her g-spot, something that she thought should be impossible for any guy to be able to do so effortlessly. However, the powerful spasms of her legs each time he would prod that sensitive spot could not be mistaken for anything else. She was still dressed in her Qipao, and she wondered briefly if that was acting as a cause of excitement for Tristan, whose cock was throbbing hotly inside of her with every movement.

  It was better than she had fantasized, her imagination having proved woefully inadequate to the task of giving her the smallest inkling of how wonderful sleeping with Tristan would be. He seemed so gentle, yet his loving was firm and insistent. He seemed to know just what he needed to do to ma
ke her body go wild for him, whether it meant planting loving little kisses along her neck or allowing his hands to reach up to gently grope her B-cup breasts. Her breathing was getting a little heavier from the effort of lifting herself up and down his length each time, something that he seemed to pick up on, and she soon felt her body being slowly rolled onto its back.

  She gazed up at Tristan as he loomed over her, her legs having moved reflexively to wrap around his waist when she had felt him moving. He was buried even deeper inside of her than before, and as she gazed up at him she couldn’t hold back the loud moan of pleasure as she felt herself cumming on his cock for the first time. He thankfully stopped moving when he felt her body beginning to spasm since his thrusts would have risked causing Bella to pass out from the sheer pleasure once more. She rode out the waves of pleasure, blushing as she could feel her juices soak his crotch completely, her body not quite responding to her wishes.

  When she finally came down from her powerful orgasm, Tristan slowly began to pump his hips back and forth inside of her once more, bringing those pleasurable sensations coursing back to the forefront of her mind. She moaned out his name into his ear, her grip on him tightening as he suddenly lifted her up off of the bed, his arms moving to wrap around her waist. She was going to ask what he was doing, but her question was cut off by the feeling of his lips pressing roughly against her lips once more. She melted into the kiss, her body pressing against his own even as she felt him sliding her up and down on his shaft from their standing position.

  She became vaguely aware at some point that she had not even had the presence of mind to ask him to put on a condom, the dangerousness of having his bare shaft currently rubbing along her innermost parts sending a lustful thrill through her body. She had been on birth control up until a couple of weeks ago when she had stopped taking them due to them causing her periods to come in unusually heavy. That made her slightly worried, but she couldn’t bring herself to make him stop at that point. They had already gone so far, what did it matter if they went the rest of the way. They were both adults, so they knew what the consequences of what they were doing could be. The fact that they were still doing it meant that they were prepared for whatever happened.

  She felt his shaft begin to swell inside of her, the thick fleshy rod throbbing more and more rapidly inside of her. She could feel his balls beginning to clench up against her body, and his thrusts were beginning to get more and more rapid. He was probably going through his golden strokes right now, a suspicion that was quickly confirmed when she felt the first hot jet of his cum lance out into her unprotected body. She shuddered at the warmth of it, the feeling spreading through her stomach gently as more of his hot load poured into her body. All of her strength seemed to fade at that point, and she clung weakly to Tristan as he gently laid her back onto the bed.

  “T-That was amazing,” she panted heavily as she spoke, her hand moving up to gently trace along the angles of his strong jaw.

  “I like to think so,” he replied playfully, his hand stroking slowly along her back gently as they rested there together. She could hear his heart beating in his chest from where her head was resting, the gentle and consistent rhythm almost lulling her back to sleep as contentment washed over her.

  “Bella? Are you going to stay with me?” Bella opened her eyes suddenly and giggled gently, nodding as she forced herself to sit up once more.

  “Yeah, sorry. You took a lot out of me just now,” she said, giving his chest a playful smack as she spoke.

  He grinned at that, gently lifting her hips up and allowing his softened length to slip from her. The instant that his shaft slid free, a little bit of his cum began to drool out of her, a quiet moan slipping past Bella’s lips as the warm liquid began to ooze past her sensitive lips. They quickly moved themselves to the shower, and after spending some extra time washing one another, Tristan dropped Bella off at home. They parted with a kiss goodbye, Tristan telling her that he looked forward to seeing her again at work. She felt the same way.

  ***

  Work quickly became one of Bella’s favorite things, since each day allowed her more chances to spend with Tristan. It was unbearable at first being unable to show affection towards her boyfriend, though at least she was able to commiserate with Isabella. Her friend, after all, had now found herself in a similar situation with Amun. Turns out the two of them had spent the night together as well on Valentine’s Day, and Isabella had actually sprung it on Amun that she wanted to date him. She told Bella not to tell Tristan that for fear that he would tease Amun, but Bella promised that she wouldn’t say a word about it. That seemed to please her friend, and work was able to continue on relatively uneventfully for a while.

  Their project had finally been finalized by Bradley, so Bella and Tristan had been working quite hard in order to bring the changes to the catalog that they had discussed before. It turned out to be a lot more difficult than they had hoped, the programming language that Rachel had used being somewhat obscure, which turned out to be quite the bane for Tristan. It took a good couple of weeks in order to be able to coordinate time with Rachel to be able to get her assistance as an advisor on the project, but once that particular hiccup had been taken care of it was relatively smooth sailing. The difficulty of the project had ultimately served to bring Tristan and Bella even closer together since the two of them had often spent hours off the clock working together at Tristan’s home.

  Eventually, Tristan apparently trusted her enough to confide in her that he enjoyed Chinese culture. It had come as just another welcome surprise from the man whom she could find no flaws in, and that had opened up a whole other level to their relationship. Suddenly, Bella could talk about all of the things that she missed about China with someone who would actually understand what she was talking about. It was gratifying, to say the least. When she went over to dinner the first Friday in March, she was greeted by the sound of Chinese music playing quietly from the speakers surrounding Tristan’s kitchen. She could recognize the voice of Andy Lau, one of her favorite musicians whose gentle voice always tugged directly at her heart when she heard him.

  They ate Chinese that night, though it wasn’t the Chinese that most Americans were accustomed to. Bella had borrowed Tristan a cookbook filled with some of her favorite recipes, enjoying his insistence that he would make it taste just as good as she remembered. She hadn’t wanted to squash his enthusiasm, and when she actually tasted what he had made she could safely admit that it all still tasted good. He fed her off of his own fork, something she found really romantic, and she found her thoughts beginning to turn more and more towards what the two of them might become in the future. All she knew for certain was that she wouldn’t say no to him no matter what he asked her, beaming up at him as he planted a gentle kiss down on her lips in between bites.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tristan

  Six months had passed since then; the first days of September finally having arrived with all of its chilly splendor. Tristan and Bella’s relationship had flourished in that time, and it was getting to the point where Tristan was getting ready to consider taking things further with Bella. Their time together had allowed Tristan to realize that the contentment that he felt at the end of each day had been the one thing missing in his life up until then. Bella was the kind of person whom Tristan could talk to about anything without fear. She would always listen so patiently and do her best to offer advice rather than judging him like so many others had.

  Things in the bedroom had also been good, with Bella managing to be quite the freak once she had managed to come out of her shell with him. Her sex drive turned out to be even stronger than Tristan’s, and it was not a rare occurrence for her to stop by his house after work for dinner and sex before she would make her way back to her own home, assuming she didn’t deign to just spend the night with him instead. All in all, it was a great position for him to be in, and he wasn’t in any hurry to have things change anytime soon. Particularly with how things
had become at work.

  His project with Bella had gone over very well with Ryan and Bradley, who had held a special meeting once the project had been implemented in order to get any last thoughts from them and to give their overall impressions of the catalog. Rachel had been allowed to sit in on the meeting because of all the assistance she had offered them, and Tristan could tell when he had looked over at her that she was more than a little pleased to have another situation where her catalog could be praised. He had to bite the inside of his own cheek to keep from smiling, his hand having moved beneath the table where he was sitting next to Bella so that he could squeeze her hand gently.

  One night, when Bella had plans to go out with some of her friends, Tristan opted to ask Bradley if he would be willing to head to O’Cleary’s to have a few drinks. Bradley had thankfully not asked many questions about what had brought on the sudden desire to go out, but since Rachel was one of the friends Bella had gone out with, he had nothing better to do either. So when Tristan arrived at O’Cleary’sa little after 7 pm he was unsurprised to find his friend waiting at their usual table. He smiled up at Tristan as he made his way towards the table, standing up to clasp Tristan’s hand in a firm handshake before the two of them sat themselves down.

  “Hey Bradley, thanks for coming out on such short notice. I didn’t really feel like spending the night in by myself, you know? I guess you could say I’ve gotten used to having Bella around all of the time,” he said with a shy smile, slightly embarrassed about having admitted as much to his friend.

  “No worries buddy. I know exactly how you feel. When things were starting out with Rachel and me, the worst thing in the world to me was when we weren’t able to spend time together. I admit, even with us having dated for almost a year now, I still hate nights like this where I don’t get to spend time with her,” he said casually, taking a sip from the glass of water that sat in front of him. “There is nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to wanting to spend time with your woman. If you didn’t want to spend time with her, then I would be worried.”