The elevator doors slid shut with a quiet ding, sealing us inside. I pressed my back against the cold metal wall, watching Fernando adjust his tie in the mirrored panel, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing—how the way his fingers lingered on the silk made my thighs clench, how the way he let his gaze drag down my body like a physical touch had me already wet. "You’re staring," he murmured, not looking at me.
"I’m admiring," I shot back, biting my lip. The intern badge on my blouse felt like a joke now, something we both ignored the second the office doors closed behind us. He’d been my teacher in more ways than one, and fuck if I hadn’t been an eager student. My pussy ached just thinking about the way he’d stretched me open the first time, how he’d coaxed me into taking his cock down my throat until my eyes watered, how he’d fucked my ass raw and then made me beg for more. "Besides," I added, stepping closer, "I was just wondering if you’re still sore from this morning."
His chuckle was dark, the kind that promised trouble. "Baby, I could fuck you all day and still walk straight." His hand shot out, gripping my hip hard enough to bruise as he pulled me against him. The bulge in his slacks pressed into my stomach, thick and insistent. I palmed him through the fabric, feeling him twitch under my touch. "But you, on the other hand…" His fingers skimmed up my thigh, slipping under my skirt. "Still tender from last night?"
A shiver ran through me. The memory of his cock splitting me open, the burn of him bottoming out in my ass while I screamed into the pillow, was fresh enough that I could still feel the ghost of it. "Maybe," I breathed, grinding against his hand. "But I’ll live."
The elevator chimed, doors sliding open to the underground parking garage. Fernando didn’t move, just kept his fingers teasing the edge of my panties while some poor sap in a suit walked past, pretending not to see. I loved this game—how he made sure we were always almost caught, how he got off on the risk as much as the act itself. His thumb hooked under the lace, dragging it aside to stroke my bare pussy. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulder. "Fuck, you’re soaked," he growled, low enough that only I could hear. "Already thinking about my cock, huh?"
"Always," I admitted, because what was the point in lying? He knew me better than that.
We made it to the car, but not before he had me bent over the hood, my skirt hiked up to my waist while he knelt behind me. The cool night air hit my exposed skin, but the heat of his mouth on my pussy burned hotter. His tongue was relentless, lapping at me like he was starved, like he couldn’t get enough. I moaned, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick metal, aware that the security camera in the corner was catching every second. Fernando didn’t care. He wanted it to.
"You taste like sin," he muttered against my thigh, his stubble scraping my skin. Then his fingers were inside me, curling just right to make my knees buckle. "Fuck, you’re tight. Still sore?"
I couldn’t answer, not when he crooked his fingers and hit that spot that made my vision white out. My orgasm crashed over me, sudden and brutal, my juices dripping down my thighs as I rode his hand. He lapped up every drop, humming in approval before standing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Now get in the car before I fuck you right here."
The drive to the hotel was torture. His hand never left my leg, fingers tracing lazy circles on my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to where I was still throbbing. I reached for his cock, stroking him through his slacks until he hissed. "You’re asking for it," he warned, but he didn’t stop me. By the time we stumbled into the room, his zipper was undone, his cock already wet at the tip from my attention.
I dropped to my knees without being told, my lips wrapping around the head. He groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. "Fuck, just like that." I took him deeper, relaxing my throat like he’d taught me, until my nose pressed against his skin. His hips jerked, feeding me more, and I hollowed my cheeks, swallowing around him. "That’s it," he grunted. "Take it all, puta."
I pulled off with a wet *pop*, stroking him while I caught my breath. "Is this considered big or not?" I asked, weighing his cock in my hand. It was heavy, veiny, the head flushed dark with blood. "I mean, there are bigger, but…"
"But most are smaller," he finished, smirking. He cupped my chin, thumb brushing my bottom lip. "And you take every inch like a champ. Remember that time you cried when I—"
"I did not cry," I snapped, but we both knew I was lying. He’d fucked me with a dildo bigger than his cock while he fingered my ass, and I’d sobbed through the best orgasm of my life.
He chuckled, pulling me to my feet. "You did. And you loved it." His hands went to my blouse, ripping the buttons open. "Now bend over the bed. I want to see how much you can take tonight."
I obeyed, bracing myself on the mattress. The first slap of his cock against my ass made me jump. "You’re such a tease," I gasped, glancing back at him.
"And you’re a greedy little slut," he shot back, gripping my hips and fucked me endlessly.