After-Hours
Summary: After a long day at the office, boss Suguru spoils his secret employee lover in his penthouse shower, washing her hair before kneeling to eat her out until she falls apart under the hot water.
The hot water beat down on her shoulders, steam thick in the luxurious bathroom. She braced her hands against the tiled wall, eyes closed, trying to wash away the long, brutal day. A familiar presence filled the space behind her.
Suguru’s tall frame pressed close, his bare chest warm against her back. As her boss, he was commanding and untouchable in the office—sharp suits, calm authority, and those piercing dark eyes that made every employee straighten up. Here, in his penthouse shower after hours, he was something else entirely.
“Rough day, didn’t I?” he murmured, voice low and smooth like velvet. His long fingers gathered her wet hair, massaging shampoo into her scalp with firm, practiced strokes. “I kept you late again.”
“You’re the one who piled those reports on my desk,” she teased breathlessly, though the tension in her body was already melting under his touch.
Suguru chuckled softly, the sound sending heat straight between her legs. “And now I’m going to make up for it.”
He rinsed her hair thoroughly, four elegant hands—wait, no, just two, but they felt like more with how completely he handled her. One stayed in her hair, the other slid down her body, soaping her breasts, her stomach, teasing between her thighs until she was squirming.
Then he turned her around and dropped to his knees on the marble floor without hesitation. Water streamed over his muscular shoulders and down his long, wet black hair as he looked up at her. The power dynamic flipped in an instant—her imposing boss now kneeling before his secret lover, eyes dark with hunger.
“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered quietly, voice still carrying that authoritative tone she obeyed so well at the office.
She did. Suguru hooked one of her thighs over his shoulder, steadying her against the wall, and buried his face between her legs.
His tongue was merciless—long, slow licks from her entrance to her clit, then focused, swirling strokes that made her knees buckle. He sucked her clit into his mouth with perfect pressure, humming in satisfaction at the way she moaned his name. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling just right while his tongue worked her relentlessly.
“Look at you,” he growled against her soaked pussy, voice vibrating through her. “My perfect little employee, falling apart on your boss’s tongue in the shower after staying late for me.”
The filthy words combined with the skilled way he devoured her—licking, sucking, fucking her with his fingers—pushed her closer to the edge embarrassingly fast. Her hands fisted in his wet hair as her hips rocked against his face.
“Come,” he commanded, dark eyes flicking up to watch her. “Right now.”
Her orgasm crashed over her hard. She cried out, thighs shaking around his head as pleasure tore through her exhausted body. Suguru didn’t stop, licking her through every pulse until she was whimpering and oversensitive.
He rose smoothly, pulling her into his arms under the spray. His hard cock pressed against her stomach, but he only kissed her forehead, then her lips, tasting herself on him.
“Better?” he asked, a smug, satisfied smirk on his handsome face.
She nodded weakly, clinging to him. “Yes, sir.”
Suguru’s eyes darkened further at the title. “Good girl. We’re not done tonight.”