You know, despite having fairly lengthy dry spells in the past, after one week of not seeing him, I was like a woman gone mad. We had teased each other all week, and I was at the end of my rope. The week had been so exhausting that I couldn’t even masturbate, so I spent the entire week craving something that wasn’t going to happen. I was nearly twitching a hole into the passenger’s seat of the car as I politely nodded along to whatever my coworker was saying.
Every small buzz in my lap felt like a small piece of salvation, reminding me that he was just as eager to see me as I was to see him. I read his most recent message and smiled down at my phone. The text was simple enough – it was asking me if I were free tonight, assuming we didn’t get back too late. His desire to see me gave me small butterflies in my stomach, even if I had to temper them down by reminding myself that this was just about sex.
I looked at the traffic around us and grimaced. The red taillights surrounding us dashed out any hopes of seeing him this evening, especially since I would need to pick up my car, get ready, and then make my way over to his apartment. Despite the fact that it was a Friday evening, we both had a full workday, and I’m sure he was just as knackered as I was. I replied that he would have to have his fun without me – I was stuck in this perfume mobile for the foreseeable future.
I crossed and uncrossed my legs restlessly about a thousand times over the next few hours, gritting my teeth every time my coworker slammed on her breaks instead of easing into the slow-down like a rational human being. I had never been so happy to see my car, and I nearly ran to it after saying my farewells and platitudes to the questionable pilot who held my life in her hands for entirely too long. I sat behind my wheel, gripping it and reminding myself to not drive to his apartment.
It became a mantra as I made my way home, and I found myself considering how he would react if I did show up on his doorstep unannounced so late in the evening. By the time I got home, I had decided that he would probably be baffled, but he would ultimately let me in.
I fired off a quick text as I pulled my luggage bag behind me, thanking him for his company on my finally finished journey home. I tucked my luggage and shoes off to the side of the door once I was inside, and I immediately began shedding my clothing. Despite having showered that morning, I felt like I needed another one. I pulled my shirt and bra off in record time, making my beeline for the bathroom as I undid the button of my jeans.
I shed the rest of my clothes as I waited for the shower to heat up. I nearly moaned as I got under the hot water, smiling to myself as I basked in the feeling of being home. I made quick work of washing my hair, but I took my time as I spread the soap on my body. I bit my bottom lip as I teased myself, closing my eyes and imagining my hands were his. I pulled on my nipples, wishing his mouth were on them. The slippery feeling of the soap lent itself to a different sensation than I was used to, and I had to force myself to stop and clean the rest of my body. I somehow avoided giving in to the temptation to touch my throbbing clit. If I were going to come tonight, it would be an explosive, all-out fireworks show in my bed. I didn’t want the lackluster orgasm that a shower normally provided me with.
As I wrapped my body in its towel, I pulled my phone from the pocket of the jeans I had been wearing. I saw the message notification from him, and I opened it expecting a generic “you’re welcome,” or a joke about how I owed him one. Nope. Three words.
“On my way.”
The sent timestamp indicated that I had about ten minutes to get ready.
I want to pretend that I reacted in a cool, nonchalant way. I really do.
I did not.
I scrambled out of the bathroom after quickly brushing my teeth. I slapped moisturizer onto my skin and grabbed the first bits of clothing that I found: a t-shirt and a pair of linen shorts. I neglected to put on any underwear because, let’s be honest, they weren’t going to last long. I ran a comb through my hair and threw it into a ponytail, staring helplessly at my bare-skinned face, noting that I couldn’t do a full face of makeup in the two minutes that I had left.
The speed-run of my makeup wasn’t even an option, because as I eyed my sponges, my doorbell buzzed. I cursed under my breath, but a smile graced my face anyway. I was excited to see him. I nearly skipped to my front door.
I ran my hands over my hair quickly, smoothing myself out before I opened the door.
“Hi,” I said brightly, my voice an octave too high.
He leaned against the door frame as he smirked down at me, “Hello. May I come in?”
I was so ready that I couldn’t even pretend to be coquettish. I stepped back and flourished for him to come in, secretly thanking past-me for cleaning before I left. He laughed lightly and walked past me into the small mud room, tucking his shoes by my luggage.
“I was going to unpack that, but I was rudely interrupted,” I teased, smiling up at him. “I’ve had to completely reorganize my plan for tonight.”
“The horror,” he responded dryly, moving closer to me as I closed the door. “I’ll have to find some way to make it up to you.”
“See that you do,” I quipped as I locked the door.
With the soft “click” of the lock, I found myself pressed up against the hard wood. He took my hands in his, stretching them above my head and holding them there for a second. He kissed the back of one of my hands before pressing them flat under his larger ones. The message was loud and clear: hold these here. I flexed my fingers, silently letting him know that I got the message.
His hands travelled down at a snail’s pace. His fingertips trailed down my arms, tickling me slightly, but I didn’t let out a giggle. I squirmed against his lap, trying to keep from lowering my hands. I wanted to be good.
His hands grazed over my shoulder blades, his light touches continuing down and around to my chest. I gasped as he brushed his fingers over my nipples, and I tipped my head back as I closed my eyes.
One of his hands left my breasts to come around my throat. He held it gently, a reminder and a threat. He stroked his thumb over my pulse point softly before pinching my nipple hard.
“Did you know,” he said, casually, as he twisted the nipple, “I could see your nipples through this shirt?”
I arched into his hand, my moan louder and more wanton than his simple touches should warrant. “No,” I breathed, “I didn’t realize.”
He made a small sound, not giving away if he believed me or not. I gave a small whimper as he rolled my nipple between his finger, opening my eyes to look up at him. He was staring back down at me, and he moved his head down slowly, his lips barely a breath from mine. Holding them there, he knew I would need to go onto my toes in order to kiss him, and I smirked at his teasing. Two could play at that game.
“Can you also see my pussy through my shorts?” I asked sweetly, pushing my ass back against him.
“You’re not wearing panties?” he asked curiously, and I shook my head no, pulling on the elastic waistband of the shorts to show him. He turned his head and peered over me, moving his hand from my breast into the pulled-back shorts, running it over my bare pussy. Without warning, he slid his fingers between the lips of my pussy, feeling how wet I already was for him.
“You filthy little… Move your hand back to the door.” He squeezed my throat gently as he moved his lips to mine, and I complied with his demand. His mouth absorbed my small moan as his fingers explored my pussy curiously. I kissed him back earnestly, pressing myself against him, using my hands against the door as leverage.
I gasped as he circled his finger around my clit, and I moved my legs farther apart to give him more room to play. Of course, as I did this, he pulled his hand out of the shorts and his lips away from mine. I made a small noise of disappointment and he shushed me.
He looked at his fingers, smirking, “Look at how wet you are for me.”
He held his fingers in front of my face, spreading his fingers so I could see my wetness stretch between them. I bit my lip and looked back up at him, opening my mouth obediently. He let out a small curse and traced his finger over my lips slowly before pushing them into my mouth. I held his eyes with mine as I sucked gently on his fingers, running my tongue over them to clean them off. He pulled them out of my mouth slowly, leaning down to kiss me again after they were free.
This kiss was softer, and he put his hands over mine again, lowering them. I turned in his arms, running my hands over his neck and into his hair as our lips moved. He pulled back slowly, and we smiled at each other.
“What were you going to do if I hadn’t showed up?”
The question caught me off guard, and I couldn’t stop myself from blushing a bit.
“Well, uh… I was going to – you know. I haven’t been able to all week, and you’ve been fairly relentless–“ I stumbled over my words, unsure of my sudden bout of bashfulness.
He laughed, “You were going to touch yourself?”
I nodded, resisting the urge to be defensive.
His eyes lit up and he bit his lip as his eyes trailed over my body. “Show me.”
“Show you?” I laughed, but I was already calculating just how quickly I could get into bed, “You want to watch me masturbate?”
“Yes,” he smiled, “I want to watch you touch that wet cunt of mine, and then I want to fuck it until its sore.”
I swallowed, grabbing his hand as I pulled him down the hallway to my bedroom.
Ever the tease, he trailed behind me as I pulled him, letting out a casual, “So, this is your place?”
“Yes,” I said as I rolled my eyes, “that’s the bathroom, and there’s a kitchen somewhere around here.”
I nearly ran us into my bedroom, looking at him standing in the threshold of my room with something akin to awe. How many times had I fantasized about having him in here?
“Where do you want me?”
———–
He sat in a chair at the foot of my bed, watching me spread myself out on my mattress. His pants were undone, his shirt was somewhere across the room, and his cock was tenting his boxers in a way that looked uncomfortable.
I greedily eyed his cock as I opened the tube of sensitizing cream we pulled out of my drawer of toys. I put a small bit of the cool gel on my fingers, spreading my legs wider as I rubbed it onto my clit.
The feeling was immediate, but not yet intense, as my sensitive clit reacted to it. I laid back, my body naked in front of him, and I ran my hands over my tits slowly. I teased myself the way I knew he would, not yet touching my nipples. I looked down at him as my fingers finally pinched my nipple, and the tingling cream on my clit intensified the throb that it let out in response. I moaned, biting my lip as I ignored my needy pussy.
I teased my nipples until I was squirming on the bed, my eyes shut tight. I had almost forgotten about him at the end of the bed as I played with myself until I head his clothing rustle. I opened my eyes, watching him pull his cock out.
“Play with that wet pussy,” he commanded, giving his cock long, slow strokes. I nodded, whimpering, as I pulled my hands away from my body. I reached over to grab my vibrator, my hands nearly shaking with how keyed up I felt. My pussy was soaked: I could feel the wetness on my thighs, and I knew he could see it from where he was sitting.
I slid the cool tip of it between my labia, knowing he would see the lips spreading around its length, holding it snugly between them. The wet sound it made was loud in the quiet room. I arched off of the bed as it came into contact with my clit, letting out a small, desperate mewling sound.
I clicked the conveniently placed button, and it buzzed to life.
The moan I let out was almost a scream. Between the tingling of the cream and the violent vibrations, I was immediately on the edge of an orgasm. I gripped my sheets with my free hand, barely able to tell him about my impending orgasm before it hit. My entire body tensed, my legs snapping shut, and my entire world centered on the small tense bud between my legs.
My hips bucked up forcefully as I came, long and hard, screaming his name and begging for nothing in particular. I rocked against the vibrator eagerly, my orgasm seemingly lasting for an eternity. My mild disappointment at not being able to draw this out for a longer period of time paled in comparison to how good it felt. My entire body felt like jelly, and I wanted to sink into the mattress completely.
I peeked an eye open to look at him sheepishly to find him staring back at me.
Before I could think of anything smart to say, he was standing and pushing his pants and boxers off completely. He crawled over the bed, pulling the vibrating toy from between my legs and pushing the tip of it against my lips. He clicked the vibrations off as he said, “Open.”
I eagerly opened my mouth, taking the toy into my mouth, running my tongue over it the same way I would for his cock.
“You’re going to keep that in your mouth while I fuck you,” he said as he settled himself between my legs. “Don’t you dare let it out of your mouth.”
I nodded, using my tongue to push it out slightly before sucking it back down. He watched me for a moment before looking down between us. He held his cock in his fist, pressing it between my pussy lips, running it up and down slowly. Bumping it against my clit, he put his hand on my pelvis to hold my hips where he wanted them. I moaned around the toy as he slid his cock back down, pushing just the head inside of me.
“Beg for it,” he said through gritted teeth. “Beg for me to fuck this tight pussy.”
I tried to beg around the toy. The muffled, garbled pleas must have worked because he slammed his cock deep inside of me. He moved one hand to the base of the toy, stroking it in and out of my mouth as he ground his hips into mine.
“How good does this cock feel?”
I moaned, telling him just how good it felt. I was so turned on, but his hand between my hips was preventing me from grinding back against him. He pulled back, slamming his cock into me again and again. He fell into a rough, punishing rhythm, moving both of his hands to grip my hips in order to pound into me.
“You are so. Fucking. Tight,” he moaned, and I felt my pussy tightening again on the brink of another orgasm. I arched into him, the toy in my mouth still muffling my loud moans. He pulled it out of my mouth, turning it on and pressing it tightly against my clit.
I gasped and writhed, my second orgasm hitting just as forcefully as the first one.
“That’s it, you little slut,” he said, “come all over this cock.”
I did. My pussy clenched around him, and I pulled his face down to mine. I kissed him hard, moaning against his lips. I rolled my hips into his, meeting his hard thrusts with my own. Finally, he buried himself deep inside of me as his orgasm answered mine.
I felt his cock swell before it let out thick ropes of cum into me. I ran my hands over his neck and back as he finished, his forehead resting against mine, the vibrator still buzzing endlessly against my clit.
I squirmed under him, moving a hand between us to pull the vibrator away. He caught my wrist, looking down at me with a wicked grin, before winking and letting me pull it away. I let out a sigh of relief as I turned it off, wincing as he pulled himself out.
“Sore?” his tone was concerned, but he looked like he was interested for reasons other than my well-being.
“A little,” I said as I moved out from under him. “Try not to look so proud of yourself.”
He winked at me as I got out of bed and stuck my tongue out at him.
“Am I allowed to stay the night?” he asked innocently.
“Sure,” I swallowed, brushing off the small bit of nervousness I felt at his question.
And so, he stayed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hrhwfb/my_office_crush_part_7_mf