[FM] I blew, rimmed, and fingered my boyfriend while he was on a work call

Working from home is tough. Between pets and shitty wifi bandwidths and sharing an office with a significant other, it sometimes seems impossible to stay focused. It also doesn’t help when you can’t keep your hands off your partner for more than a couple minutes at a time.

My boyfriend Henry and I are both working from home. I don’t want to go into what our jobs are because (1) boring and (2) anonymity, but we both work 9-5+ office jobs, with each of us occasionally having to work a late night. Last week, however, Henry had to work long hours performing online triage. He was up in the morning before me each day to work out and was usually typing away at his standing desk by the time I was fully awake. Even over the long weekend, he was too stressed to truly relax, pacing across the length of our one bedroom apartment and leaving to go on runs every couple hours to get out his nervous energy. The timing didn’t work for us to have sex at all last week, and every time I tried to initiate this weekend he told me he’d rather just cuddle. He explained his work would calm down this week after he got feedback on his work at a Tuesday morning meeting.

It’s not like my self esteem relies on us having sex, but I was quickly getting pent up. He turned me down on Saturday and used a toy on me on Sunday, but he wouldn’t let me touch him. I obviously wasn’t about to pressure him into having sex if he was too stressed out to enjoy himself, but by the time Tuesday (yesterday) rolled around I was determined to help him get out some stress. I set an alarm to join him in the shower when he came back from his run, planning to at least give him a back massage before his meeting.

By the time I finally woke up and turned off the alarm, I could already hear the shower running. I ripped the covers off of me and stripped away my sleep shirt and panties, letting them fall to the ground as I sprinted towards the bathroom. Henry looked up through the clear glass shower door as he heard me walk in. His hair wasn’t wet yet, so I knew he was just starting his routine. I paused in the doorway. “Mind if I join you?”

Henry grinned, but I could tell from the way that it didn’t reach his eyes that he was still incredibly nervous. He slid the door open and stood aside to let me in. I stepped over the edge of the tub and felt the first sprays of cool water hit me – he always takes showers that are way too cold for me. This time I didn’t object. This was about him, not about me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, smelling like sweat and Henry and just raw deliciousness. I used my nails to stretch his back lightly as he relaxed into our embrace. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered.

“We live together,” he joked, but I knew he knew what I meant.

All too soon his phone alarm went off on the edge of the sink, making us jump. Henry reached out to hit the snooze button and smiled at me apologetically. “That’s my alarm for half an hour left before the meeting. I need ten minutes to dry off and get ready, and I need another ten to prepare at my desk. I’m sorry, honey.”

My type-A king. I stood on tiptoes to kiss him lightly, my hands holding onto his tight biceps for balance. “Turn around and I’ll get your back,” I told him.

He acquiesced, turning around and rubbing that ridiculous two-in-one shampoo/conditioner into his hair while I soaped up his shoulders and back. As I rubbed and massaged my way across his body, I peppered kisses along his soapy skin, not minding the taste and simply enjoying being in his company. “Mmm. That feels nice,” he moaned.

A quick peak around his body confirmed that his cock was beginning to harden. I knew we didn’t have time to have sex, and I knew he wouldn’t want me to ask him for it just minutes before his meeting, but I couldn’t resist giving it a few gentle tugs before kneeling and massaging/soaping up his legs. Henry turned to face me and let the water run down his hair and body, rinsing out the shampoo/conditioner. I could never get sick of the view of him standing over me, his cock hard and ready for my attention. He snaked one hand into my hair and pulled me towards him. My mouth watered in anticipation, and I dropped my jaw to let him enter. His other hand reached down to hold the other side of my face, and he slowly sank his cock into my warm, wet mouth. I glanced up at him and watched his eyes close with pleasure, a look of serenity on his face. My body relaxed, and I let Henry take control, thrusting in and out slowly but deeply. His hands tightened their grip on my head as he fucked my mouth, making me taste precum with every stroke.

The snoozed alarm went off. Henry let out a groan of frustration and removed his swollen cock from my mouth. He pulled me up and kissed me roughly, one hand still in my hair and the other reaching down to grab a handful of my ass. “To be continued,” he murmured regretfully, “The second I’m done with this project.”

“I’m holding you to that,” I teased.

I stood to the side of the shower, shivering lightly, and let him finish his routine, not wanting to distract or delay him further. After he washed away the last suds, he grabbed me around my waist and rotated our bodies so I could be in the direct stream. Turning the shower knob to warmer water, he gave me one final kiss before grabbing his towel and drying off on the bath mat.

I watched him dry himself, mesmerized by the way his muscles moved under his skin with each movement and regretful that I had encouraged him to start something he didn’t have time to finish. By the time I finished my own routine and got dressed, Henry was in a suit and posted up at his standing desk in our office (aka a nook in the living room). There’s something about seeing a man like him so dressed up when I’m used to seeing him naked that just makes me instantly wet. Especially when he fills out the slacks so nicely. He looked up from his computer as I padded over to my own desk (aka the table where we eat) and gave me a small smile while shuffling some papers around. I shot him an encouraging grin and put on my noise-cancelling headphones, knowing that my presence would calm his nerves and that my inability to hear him as he got feedback would prevent him from getting anxious.

I sat there for about half an hour, immersed in my work, when an iMessage bubble appeared in the corner of my screen.

“DONE! they didn’t hate it but they had some good suggestions for my next draft”

“HELL YEAH,” I wrote back, “???”

“I have to stay on this stupid call while everybody else gets feedback on their drafts but I’m muted. could you make me a cup of coffee?”

“what’s the magic word?”

“? pls”

I got up from the table and padded over to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee, staring blankly out the window over the sink as I waited for the water to boil. An idea formed in my mind, and a wicked smile spread across my face. I raced back to my computer and shot off a quick message. “they can see you but they can’t hear you, right?”

“yeah?”

“so they wouldn’t be able to tell if you were doing something under the desk…”

“omg. are you kidding me rn?”

It wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t a yes. I could feel my nipples harden and my panties dampen as I thought about what I wanted to do to him. “if you say no then I’ll let it go and not try again. but if you let me get started then you’re going to have to let me finish”

“ok”

“that isn’t enthusiastic consent, my dude”

“yes”

“?✅”

I heard a snort from behind me as I padded back into the kitchen. I poured the coffee and mixed in Henry’s favorite milk and sugar combination before bringing it over to his desk. A couple coworkers on the Zoom call waved at me, and Henry unmuted himself briefly to pass along my greetings. I saw him double check that he re-muted himself as I stepped out of frame of the video call. I knelt and slid under his standing desk, anticipation making me giddy. Careful not to let his shoulders shift in front of the camera, Henry slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. There are few things sexier to me than the sound and sight of a man unbuckling his belt. It’s one of those noises that clearly but innocuously signify impending sex, and it never fails to make me wet. I reached up to unzip his fly, my fingers dancing lightly over the outline of his hardening cock.

His pants fell slightly and stopped midway down his thick thighs, his boxer briefs quickly following. His erection stood at attention in front of me, reminiscent of my view and position in the shower this morning. I folded his shirt up to move it out of the way as I lifted his cock slightly and licked from his balls to his tip, enjoying the harsh, closed-mouth inhale that the movement elicited. Placing a soft kiss on the head and keeping my right hand wrapped firmly around his cock, I moved my left hand to gently palm his balls, tugging them downward lightly the way I know he likes. He shifted and widened his legs to provide me with easier access. I swirled my tongue around the tip, lapping up precum and enjoying the feeling of him stiffening even more in my grip. Without warning, I took the entirety of his cock into my mouth, letting the head sink against the back of my throat with ease. Henry’s hands instinctually grabbed the back of my head and kept me there, my own hands trailing up his legs to grip his firm ass in each palm. I slid my tongue around the bottom of his cock as much as I could while he held still in my mouth, the wet tip of my tongue leaving trails of saliva on his balls.

Henry began to thrust into my mouth, isolating his hips and pumping his cock in shallow movements so as to not shake his torso. I let out a humming moan and enjoyed the clear impact that the noises’s vibrations had on him. His thrusts got more aggressive until he shifted to use his grip on my head to bring my face forward and backward. I relaxed everything in my body except my hands, allowing Henry to pump my face on his cock like a fleshlight while my fingers crept closer and closer to his asshole. I knew what I had to do next to take it to the next level.

I tapped his ass twice with my right hand to get him to let go. He pulled me away from his cock instantly but reluctantly, his hands still holding onto my head as a trail of spit kept me connected to his now glistening cock. I licked my fingers on my right hand and then replaced them back on his ass. With my left hand, I pushed against his hands to lead my face back to his dick, indicating that it was ok to keep face fucking me. I then grabbed one of his ass cheeks with my left hand to spread them, and used my right pointer and middle fingers to circle the rim of his tight hole. Henry let out a deep, closed-mouth groan as he pushed my mouth down the length of his shaft, bottoming out in the back of my throat. I let my pointer finger enter his hole, immediately pressing down hard on his prostate. His knees buckled, but he caught himself before he fell, bringing one arm up to steady him on his desk. He resumed his exploration of my mouth, one hand still gripping the back of my head while the other most likely clenched the desk with white knuckles.

We stayed that way a while, Henry’s cock punishing my hot mouth and my throat as I relentlessly fingered his asshole. It was a good thing he had muted himself, I thought to myself, listening to the slippery sounds of his cock sliding in and out and my occasional gags as he pushed against the back of my throat. Occasional tears leaked from my eyes as I forced myself to accept each deep thrust and keep my throat open to hold his cock there. I rubbed against his prostate harder and harder, but my fingers weren’t lubricated enough to truly finger him. I tapped out against his ass again to get him to let go. He pulled my face away and stroked my cheek softly with his thumb, a tender moment after fucking my face for several minutes. I softly withdrew my finger from its assault on his prostate.

Wordlessly, I slipped around his legs so that I was on my knees behind him. I moved one hand up to his lower back and tipped his torso forward, his ass tilting up towards me as his body shifted. I saw him slide his computer forward on the desk as he leaned forward, resting his arms against his desk for balance and carefully checking his image on the screen to make sure nothing lewd was in view of the camera. Using both hands to part his cheeks, I dove my tongue into his ass. I wish I could have seen his face as I fucked him with my tongue, my slippery lips kissing and sucking and slobbering all over. Henry couldn’t stop himself from grinding his ass against my face, saliva spreading everywhere as I attacked his hole. It was heaven. His round ass blocked all sunlight and his cock dripped precum on my knees. I reached through his legs and firmly grasped his well-lubricated erection as I continued rimming him, using both hands to tug roughly. Poor Henry. He didn’t stand a chance. Between my tongue ravaging his asshole and my hands squeezing and pulling his cock, it only took a couple seconds for his legs to start shaking.

I had to do something to push him over the edge before his coworkers noticed what was certain to be a light sheen of sweat on his face and the way his eyes kept fluttering closed in ecstasy. I reluctantly detached my mouth from his ass and began assaulting his balls with my mouth instead, bringing my right hand to press into his hole once more. Two fingers slid in easily, immediately finding his prostate and pressing against it without mercy. I removed my left hand from around his cock and scooted around his legs to take his swollen erection back into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down without an ounce of restraint. My left hand cupped and tugged lightly on his balls just in time to feel them begin to tighten, and his cock twitched in my mouth moments before he shot stream after stream of cum down my throat. Four, five, six ropes of hot cum spurted out of his cock, some of it leaking from the corners as I struggled to swallow it all with his erection still taking up real estate in my mouth. Henry pulled out with a light spasm as the sensitive head brushed against my lips. I pulled my fingers from his ass and gripped the base of his cock, holding it in place while I licked the few remaining drops of cum from his velvety tip.

Satisfied with my work, I gently tugged his boxer briefs back up his legs and tucked his cock safely back inside. Reluctantly, I then pulled his pants up, zipped and buttoned them, and buckled his belt. The sound of a belt being rebuckled after sex is nowhere near as sexy as the sound of it coming off. I slid out from under the desk and stood up straight but out of sight of the camera, popping my joints and stretching after having been crouched for so long. I glanced casually over at Henry, who was struggling to maintain a neutral face and regain a normal breathing pattern while sweating as if he had sprinted up a hill. “You feeling ok, honey?” I asked casually, “I hope that the coffee was ok.”

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