you've never felt so embarassed in your whole existence. "im sorry" you whined as with trembling legs you tried to get up from his lap.
you aren't sure how things turned out this way. one moment you're twirling a strand of hair, loudly sighing as your boyfriend didn't seem to notice your presence, even though you were straddling his lap, his gaze sorely focused on the papers spread across the desk; and the next you're leaving a wet patch on his pants.
it's not exactly your fault, he's been teasing you for the past half an hour, long fingers caressing your bare legs and inching closer and closer to the edge of your panties. you hold your breath, biting your lower lip to not let any sound come out.
you wouldn't want to interrupt him while he's doing his work, right? you're a good girl.
your foggy eyes drift to his face, scrutinizing him but he's maintaining a stoic expression. in fact, he didn't seem affected at all, not even when you start squirming intentionally, looking for some sort of friction to give you relief.
a hand holds you in place, "stay still, hm? i'm almost done." he murmured, rubbing his eyes. he has been saying that for the past hour, while riling you up. it's so unfair, you thought.
you crane your neck, licking your lips. the hickeys you left on his neck were still visible, making your cheeks heat up, recalling the night before. "si, i'm bored" you whisper, sound muffled by his shirt.
"are you?" he asked you, with a knowing smile. finally, he looks at you and your legs start to feel weak once again.
you nod your head, your eyes darting to his mouth. you gulp as he circles your waist with one arm, moving you closer to him, if possible.
simon riley is a rough man. he's a bulky, stone cold man who's been taught how to kill with his bare hands. so of course, he doesn't know how to kiss you softly. he bites your lip until it leaves a bruise and forces his tongue inside and lets you go only when you're struggling to catch air.
he finds cute how you get turned on by a mere kiss. your slick is slowly dampening his sweatpants and it's fucking hot. simon grunts as he presses his bulge against your core, making you moan loudly.
"please, si." you plead so sweetly, hand grabbing his wrist "i'm so wet." your eyes start to welling up.
"you have to ask properly, darling" his long fingers play with the band of your shorts.
"can you touch me, si? please?" you've been waiting so patiently, that a tear falls down your cheek out of frustration. but simon isn't the type of man to deny his girl anything.
his hand slides inside your panties and he groans loudly when he senses how soaked you are.
"oh honey. you made quite a mess here, didn't you." he collects some of the dampness and brings it close to your face, to show you. he's awfully pleased as he savours the taste of you, making a scene.
"stop, it's embarrassing." you cover your face but your protests fall on deaf ears, as simon licks his fingers clean while looking you straight in the eyes.
he tosses your shorts away and spread your legs apart. the cool breeze hitting your naked skin makes you shudder.
he teases your clit, circling your sensitive bud without touching it and eases one finger in. your eyes roll back in pleasure and you feel your walls pulsing around the digit. the wrist watch simon was wearing was now covered in your slick.
he adds another finger in but he's such a tease, slowing down his movements every time he hits that spongy spot that makes you cream all over his hand.
you scream, hands grasping his browd shoulders when he abruptly pinches your bud and you cum. so hard that you almost fall, if it wasn't for simon's secure hold on you.
simon hasn't pulled out yet, mesmerized by the way you were taking him in so well.
he kisses your forehead, and covers your bare legs with his sweater, worried that you'll catch a cold. "you did so well, honey."
but you were already sound asleep, safe in his arms.
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