Overtime Desires
The office was silent, the only sound being the rhythmic clicking of my keyboard. I had been staring at spreadsheets for hours, the weight of the deadline pressing down on me. My boyfriend, Marcus, had been waiting for me for nearly an hour, our plans for a night of dancing slowly slipping away as the work piled up. I felt a twinge of guilt, but also a spark of mischief.
I picked up the phone and called him, my voice playful. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m still trapped here,” I whispered. When he groaned about the wait, I let out a soft laugh. “If you come inside, maybe I can make it up to you right now. I might even give you a little treat under my desk.” The silence on the other end was brief before he replied with a low, hungry growl.
A few minutes later, the door clicked shut. Marcus walked toward my desk, his eyes dark with anticipation. He didn’t say a word; he simply stood before me while I remained in my swivel chair. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lowered his jeans, revealing himself, fully aroused and pulsing. I looked up at him, a smirk playing on my lips, before leaning forward to taste him.
I started slowly, swirling my tongue around the head of his member, coating him in saliva. The salty scent of his skin acted like an aphrodisiac, fueling my own desire. I slid my mouth over him, taking him deep, feeling the stretch in my throat. Marcus let out a sharp gasp, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding my rhythm as I worked him with a focused intensity.
The thrill of being in the office, the risk of the empty hallway, and the sheer heat of his body made me crave more. I pushed myself further, taking him as deep as I could, feeling the pressure against the back of my throat. I could feel his tension peaking, his hips beginning to twitch. I cupped my hand beneath us, ensuring not a single drop would stain the carpet of the workspace.
“I’m close,” he groaned, his voice strained. I didn’t slow down; instead, I increased the suction, swirling my tongue around the crown. When he finally peaked, I felt the hot surge of his release filling my mouth. I held him there, swallowing every drop, refusing to let go until the last pulse had subsided.
I pulled back slowly, looking up at him with a triumphant smile. I showed him my empty mouth, proving I hadn’t wasted a bit of him, before giving him one last lingering lick. With a wink, I told him to wait just a moment. I slipped into the restroom to freshen up, the adrenaline still humming in my veins. I returned to my desk and finished my work in record time, the memory of our encounter making the final thirty minutes fly by.