My office door clicked shut behind Andy, the scent of diesel and something musky following him in. I sat frozen in my chair, thighs pressed together so tight I could feel my pulse throbbing between them. The pencil skirt rode up my hips, but I didn’t care. Let him see what he’s been teasing me about for years.
He leaned against the desk, arms crossed over that damn flannel shirt stretched tight across his chest. "Sara," he drawled, eyes dragging over me like he was already peeling off my suit. "This about the late reports again?"
I swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the armrests. "Not exactly." My voice came out huskier than I intended. "Close the door."
A slow grin spread across his face as he pushed off the desk and turned the lock with a deliberate click. The sound made my stomach clench. When he turned back, his gaze locked onto my lap. "Fuck me," he muttered, eyes darkening. "You’re not wearing any panties."
I exhaled sharply, legs parting just enough to let him see the glisten between them. "I was hoping you’d notice." My fingers trailed down my thigh, lifting the hem of my skirt just enough to tease him. "Five years of flirting, Andy. Five years of you looking at me like you wanted to bend me over this desk."
He didn’t move. Just stood there, chest rising and falling faster. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Sara."
"Good." I scooted forward on the chair, my skirt riding up higher. "Because I’m done playing."
Andy didn’t hesitate anymore. He closed the distance in two strides, hands gripping my thighs as he yanked me to the edge of the chair. The wood creaked under my weight. "You sure about this?" His breath was hot against my ear, rough fingers digging into my flesh. "One taste and I’m not stopping."
I arched into him, my suit jacket falling open as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Then don’t."
His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue forcing its way past my lips. I moaned into the kiss, hands tangling in his hair as he ground against me. The thick ridge of his cock pressed against my slit through his jeans, and I whimpered. "Fuck, you’re soaked."
"Less talking," I gasped, fumbling with his belt. "More fucking."
He chuckled darkly, shoving my blazer off my shoulders before gripping the hem of my blouse and tearing it open. Buttons scattered across the desk. My bare tits spilled free, nipples hard as diamonds. Andy groaned, hands immediately cupping them, thumbs rolling over my peaks.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, mouth hot on my neck. "You’ve been hiding these under those prim little blouses?"
I rocked against him, my skirt bunched around my waist. "All for you."
He didn’t waste another second. Unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other teased my nipple, he freed his cock—thick, veiny, and already leaking. I licked my lips. "Gonna make me beg, Andy?"
"Every damn time." He lined himself up, the head pressing against my entrance. "Tell me you want it."
I grabbed his ass, nails digging in. "Fuck me like you mean it."
With a growl, he slammed into me. The desk shook. Papers flew. I cried out, head falling back as he stretched me wide, his cock hitting deep in one thrust. "Oh God—fuck!"
Andy pulled back and slammed into me again, his hips snapping against mine. The chair creaked in protest, but I didn’t care. I was too busy clawing at his back, legs locked around him as he pounded into me. "That’s it," he grunted, teeth grazing my collarbone. "Take my dick like a good girl."
I whimpered, my pussy clenching around him. "Harder."
He obliged, lifting me off the chair slightly before driving into me with punishing force. The desk slid an inch with every thrust. My tits bounced with each slam, my nipples aching for his mouth. He finally gave in, sucking one into his mouth while his fingers found my clit.
"Oh fuck—right there—" My back arched off the chair, my walls fluttering around his cock. "I’m gonna come!"
Andy growled, his own release building. "Not yet." He pulled out, flipping me onto my stomach over the desk. My skirt was still around my waist, my ass bare to him. His palm cracked against my cheek, the sting sending a jolt through me.
"Ass up," he ordered, voice rough.
I obeyed, pressing my face into the wood as he lined himself up and thrust back in. This angle was deeper, rougher. His balls slapped against my clit with every snap of his hips. "Fuck—fuck—"
"Mine," he growled, gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Say it."
I bit my lip, pleasure coiling tight inside me. "Yours. Only yours."
That was all it took. Andy buried himself to the hilt and roared as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he filled me with hot, thick spurts. I came right after, my pussy milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My legs gave out, but Andy held me up, his chest heaving against my back.
For a long moment, we just stayed like that—me bent over the desk, his cock still buried inside me, both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon. Then he pulled out, and I felt his cum dripping down my thighs.
Andy chuckled, low and satisfied, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Disciplinary meeting my ass."
I laughed, turning my head to kiss him again. "Worth it."