Foolish (cheating, oral, workplace)

He wanted his fingers drenched in her sent. He wanted his lips to taste of her. Already his dreams were filled with her, the length of his showers because of her as he stroked his cock to the way she moved her hips, to how her chest grew round and stiff when she stretched and that teasing sliver of her midriff was exposed.

How she bit the end of pens with full, pink lips across the table from him during board meetings as he took extensive notes.

Just how she looked.

And how she looked right through him.

Vinn had been at the company two years, surprised he enjoyed the work when he’d only applied in desperation. He hadn’t noticed her initially, just another employee who worked a few floors above him while he pushed paper. Besides, he wasn’t in the habit of ogling woman, he was married with children. If he looked it was briefly and with the dull wanting of a man who slaved long hours and came home to children.

He noticed her first when she stopped short of smacking the back of his head with a file he’d composed. Instead, slammed it down on his desk and with absolutely no passion in her voice told him, “Take another look at this.”

And he did. Again and again he found his eyes darting around the office to catch a glimpse of rich brown hair and wide hips unmasked by tailored skirts. After a few months of glances, he filed something for her wrong purposefully just so he could catch the sent of her perfume as she told him to take another look, equally rich eyes catching his.

This happened several times and he cursed himself foolish enough to gamble his job away at a chance of spotting her.

Today, the clock had nearly hit five when he heard the clack of high heels against the floor, growing louder as they approached. She stood behind him, leaning over so her hair brushed his shoulder. She placed the file against his deck like she was laying a winning hand of cards.

“Fix this.” She didn’t move her hand, it pressed flat to the manila surface. A wedding band wrapped around her finger. “Don’t leave until you do. I’ll be in my office late, bring it to me.”

In a cascade of perfume and swaying limbs she strode away. No further instruction, but cues he would follow nonetheless. Even as he messaged his wife he would be late, Vinn questioned his motives, finding them to be another foolish gamble.

Vinn had never seen the office windows dark before, when he lifted his head from his cubicle the rows of glass that wrapped around him were shaded minus the twinkling of city lights like stars. The view a few floors up was just the same. It was the expectation which made it more extravagant.

Light bled out from her open doorway as he approach, hovering at the door frame feeling like he was back living his college days once more. He held up the file and announced himself. “Consider it fixed.”

“Easy to fix since you know right where you made the errors,” she said smoothly and for the first time fully capturing him with her intense gaze. He felt pinned to the moment. Caught.

“No, it wasn’t a mistake.”

“Close the door, Vincent.”

He stepped into the office, never breaking contact with her as he shut the door behind him and settled against it. “Consider it closed.”

Cass stood, stretching as she did in a way that called to him. Her soft cream blouse rode over the waist of her skirt exposing a tight build, far more refined than what he was used to touching. Vinn could imagine his large hands around that petite waist, drawing her into him.

She drew near. Behind her the city was open wide to them and he wondered if they were illuminated together like a flat screen for any nosey onlookers across the way.

One click of a heel after the other, she approached until she was near enough to him he could close the gap by reaching out. Only he didn’t have to exert any effort before her body was flush to his, the roundness of her firm breasts pressing against him. Her scent tangling around him. Those lips he near worshiped sliding along his neck lightly until she got to his ear.

“What are you doing?” He warbled, daring not to reach for her. He’d seen the ring on her finger. Had she seen his? “I’m married.”

“I know.”

Her teeth sank into the soft lobe of his ear and she pulled. One of her hands went into his hair and she tugged. He’d never been handled so roughly, yet the hardness of his cock pressed against his trouser suggested he enjoyed it.

She was something newer. Younger. Fresher.

“As long as it was considered,” he breathed, giving in to his fantasies with hands outreached to grasp at her waist, yanking her into his hardness and driving pleasure from how she ground against it. His hands gripped her shapely ass, kneading the offering of her splendid curves.

She was nipping at his chin, ignoring his lips. He’d never known his mouth to yearn for attention the way his cock did.

“You going to make me beg for a kiss,” he rasped.

“Plenty of my body can be kissed, Vincent.” She said, still in control.

Vinn was about to lower his head to her neck, taste her perfume on his tongue, when her head disappeared lower, undoing the buttons of his shirt as she worked her way down. Lips followed the trail of hair that lead under his belt, her hands melted down his sides to wrap around his thighs with great pressure.

Her lips were over the strained material covering his crotch, the deadened feeling of such small careases causing him to buck his hips. Cass slammed a hand down against his waist with a clear message that demanded patiences and obedience. He complied, too far gone to think of how she’d taken any control he had and bound him with it like a tie.

She had him.

Soon, she had him free of his slacks, belt carrying his unzipped pants down his thighs. Her hands did the rest of the work until his trousers remained around his ankles like shackles. Again, teasing lips tortured him through the thin material of his boxers.

He clenched a fistful of her luxurious hair, wanting for more.

She looked to him, smile on her lips. “Oh, you want more.”

Vinn nodded.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to suck my cock,” he blurted. Having thought if he didn’t have to ask for it or speak into existence what they were doing he would feel more at peace. Instead, he worried about his wife, but that was only until Cass peeled down the elastic of his boxers and took his throbbing shaft into her hand.

“For future reference it’s, I want you to suck my cock *please*,” she demanded.

He whimpered in her slow grasp which teaseed his length, “*Please*.”

She pressed her thumb to the sensitive underside of his cockhead. “The whole thing.”

“I want you to suck my cock, please. God, please,” He breathed in urgency, a low groan being summoned from his still wanting lips as she wrapped her mouth around his bulbous head. Her tongue flicked against his slit, lapping up his precum before the flat of it swirled around his shaft.

He tensed at the warmth and eagerness of her mouth. The visual of her large brown eyes hardened in concentration was so arousing to him that he was already twitching as she sank further down his cock to where she was comfortable before setting a rhythm. The noises she made were sloppy as she speed up, pleasing him with long slurping thrusts of her mouth.

He paired it with heated pants and low growls. “Don’t stop, please don’t.”

She hummed, vibrations making his knees feel weak. Cass worked hard, allowing saliva to seep down his shaft until even the dark hair around his cock was soaking. Vinn wondered how wet she was under that tight skirt of hers, his eyes as desperate to see her body as his hands were to touch.

Her hand paired with her mouth, moving up as she did and pressing down as she swallowed more of him. When was the last time he’d been taken this hungerly? In too long,  his body decide as he neared a speedy release.

“I’m going to cum,” he grunted.

She was relentless, sucking to add pressure. Her tongue moved against the underside of his shaft. His balls tense, every muscle tightened as he reach the intense peak, body releasing a shot of hot cum into her mouth. Followed by another. Then another.

She left a mess on his cock, swallow what she could while the rest dripped across his shaft and down her chin. He couldn’t look away from the woman so evidently not his wife. Who had taken him with vigor unmatched.

Her hand was slick with his seed and her spit, it covered her wedding band, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was too focused on his body, eyes climbing up to his own. Was that a hint of lust for him?

His words were shaky as she pulled away, “I’m guessing….I’m not fired.”

“All things considered,” she licked her swollen lips, “Not yet. We’ll see how your performance is moving forward. Expect late nights.”

She stood then, fixing her skirt and her blouse. Her knees were chapped red; and he was marked by her scent and the residue on his softening cock. His breathing was still ragged. His lips still demanded a taste of her. His hands still wanted to know her body.

But he pulled his pants up as she settled behind her desk once more, wiping her hands and chin on a tissue and tossing it easily into the trash. Behind her the city seemed more alive. Just as worry and guilt were alive in his stomach, churning.

Quickly, he dismissed himself. “I won’t mess up again.”

No, the next time he wanted something, he was going to have to ask. She’d want to hear the words leave his lips. Did he have the courage to say them?

Vinn knew damn well he had the foolishness.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/907r8p/foolish_cheating_oral_workplace