Next Exit
Natty x male reader
word count: 10K
Another Friday night.
You're in your usual spot at the bar, a booth with worn leather seats and a table with the ghosts of a thousand other nights just like this. Across from you, Natty finishes replying to a message on her phone, something work-related, you assume.
She’s in her work attire, a crisp white blouse straining just a little across the impressive swell of her breasts. The first button on the top is undone, offering a sliver of shadow and skin that you try very hard not to stare at. Her glasses, thin black frames, sit perfectly on her nose. Below the table, she’s wearing one of those pencil skirts that does incredible, torturous things for her ass, hugging the thick curve of her hips and thighs. Her short black hair is styled just so, framing a face that is always calm and, unfortunately for you at this moment, expressionless.
She’s your coworker. Your rival. Your obsession. Every project at the office is a battlefield, every meeting a chess match. You two circle each other constantly, a relentless gravitational pull of uncut competitiveness. You bicker, you snipe, you sabotage each other’s lunch orders and steal each other’s favorite pens. It's meaningless, it's childish, it's fun.
It is, you suspect, the most elaborate and long-running foreplay in human history.
Which brings you to the game. The rules are simple, forged in the crucible of your mutual antagonism. You take turns trying to make the other one break. A laugh, a smile, a crack in the stoic facade; any reaction at all, and you lose the round. The loser drinks. It’s a battle of wills, and tonight, she’s been wiping the floor with you.
You clear your throat, leaning forward. It’s your turn. You plaster the most earnest, serious expression you can manage onto your face.
"So I was looking at the quarterly projections today."
A single, perfectly arched eyebrow raises over the rim of her glasses. That’s all you get. No other reaction.
You press on. "And I noticed a recurring anomaly in the data stream. It looks like a sine wave, almost. After running a full diagnostic, I cross-referenced the timestamps with the security logs for the server room." You pause for dramatic effect, staring directly into her unblinking eyes. "The peaks of the wave correspond exactly to the moments Mr. Kim from accounting bends over to plug in his laptop."
Nothing. Her expression is absolute granite. Not a twitch. Not a flicker of amusement. You can feel a bead of sweat tracing a path down your temple. She just stares.
A smirk finally spreads across her lips, but only after she’s sure you’ve given up. The round is over. She won. Again.
"Drink." She says slowly.
You snatch the shot glass from the table and knock back the liquid. You slam the empty glass back down with more force than necessary. Across the table, she takes a delicate, victorious sip from her own glass.
"My turn," she announces, setting her glass down. She leans forward, mirroring your earlier posture, her forearms resting on the table. The movement pushes her breasts together, a deliberate, calculated distraction you force your eyes away from.
She just looks at you. For a long, silent ten seconds. Her gaze is intense, analytical. Then, she makes a noise. It’s a quiet, barely-there sound, like a baby goat trying to sneeze. It’s so fucking stupid, so unexpected, that a laugh bubbles up in your chest,. You fight it, biting the inside of your cheek so hard you taste blood, but it’s no use. A choked snort escapes your nose.
Her smirk is instantaneous. "That’s a reaction. Bottoms up."
"That wasn't a reaction, that was an involuntary respiratory event," you argue, already reaching for the soju bottle to pour another shot.
"Sounds like a loss to me."
You down the shot, the alcohol warming your stomach and fuzzing the edges of your frustration. You’re three shots deep to her zero. This isn’t just a loss; it’s a rout.
"Alright. New round." You lean back, trying a different tactic. You let your eyes drift down, a slow and deliberate appraisal of her body, from the soft curve of her neck to the hint of cleavage at her open collar. You let your gaze linger there for a beat too long before meeting her eyes again.
She doesn't even flinch. Instead, she picks up her chopsticks, plucks a piece of kimchi from a side dish, and holds it up.
"You have a little something," she says, her expression utterly neutral as she gestures toward your mouth with the food. "Right here."
You instinctively move to wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb. "Did I get it?"
"No." A tiny, almost imperceptible shake of her head. "Still there."
You wipe your mouth again, feeling a flush of irritation. "How about now?"
"You know what? Just come here." She leans across the table, the chopsticks held out. "Stay still."
She’s closing the distance, her face just inches from yours. You can smell the faint, clean scent of her perfume with the sharp tang of soju and kimchi. Her eyes are magnified behind her lenses, dark and bottomless. You hold your breath as she carefully reaches toward your face. The red piece of cabbage hovers near your lips for a second before she pops it into her own mouth.
She leans back into her seat, chewing slowly, her expression unchanged.
"Never mind. It was on my side."
You stare at her, dumbfounded, your carefully constructed composure shattered into a million pieces. A loud laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it. It’s a full, genuine bark of disbelief and admiration.
Natty’s smug grin is blinding. She raises her empty shot glass and taps it against the bottle in front of you.
"I believe," she hums, "that makes four.”
With the burn of your fourth shot settling in your gut, you feel a shift. The alcohol hasn't dulled your senses; it's sharpened them, honing your focus into a predatory point. You watch her, so smug and untouchable behind her glasses, and you know exactly what you have to do. You’re done trying to be funny. It’s time to be a bastard.
You lean back, affecting an air of casual indifference. You let the silence stretch, making her wait for it. When you finally speak, your voice is calm, conversational, as if you’re discussing another day at work.
"I saw you in the breakroom yesterday. You thought no one was looking."
Her placid expression doesn't change, but you see a new stillness in her, a tightening around her eyes. She’s listening.
"You were using the microwave. You put your sad little Lean Cuisine in, but you set the timer for five minutes instead of three." You let that hang in the air. "It was a rookie mistake. The cheese sauce exploded all over the inside. I saw you, frantically trying to wipe it up with a dry paper towel before anyone noticed. You had this little smear of orange on your cheek." You tap your own cheek to demonstrate. "Right there. You looked like a five-year-old who’d just been caught finger-painting with Cheetos."
For a moment, there is nothing. Absolute silence. You think you’ve failed again. But then you see it. A muscle in her jaw twitches. Her nostrils flare, just once. Her lips, pressed into a firm line, tremble at the corners as she fights a wave of fury. She doesn’t laugh. She doesn't smile. But her composure shatters. It’s a reaction. A beautiful, glorious reaction.
You slam your hand on the table, a loud crack that makes her jump. "HA! That’s a break! I saw it! You lose!"
"I did not," she tries to argue, her cheeks flushing a deep, satisfying red.
"You totally did! Your whole face went weird. You looked like you were trying to shit a pineapple." You snatch the soju bottle, a triumphant grin splitting your face as you pour her a full shot. "Drink up, loser."
She glares at you, a look of such profound hatred that it’s almost breathtaking. But the rules are the rules. She grabs the shot glass, throws the contents back in one jerky motion, and slams it down hard enough to make the chopsticks jump.
You lean forward, resting your chin in your hand, your grin softening into something more teasing. "You know, you’re actually pretty cute when you’re all grumpy like that."
"Shut up."
"It’s true. Your cheeks get all pink. It’s adorable."
"It’s my turn." Ok, this is personal now. She scans the table, her eyes landing on an empty soju bottle.
She picks up the green bottle. She holds it in her lap for a moment before slowly, purposefully, wrapping her hand around its neck. She starts to stroke it. A slow, steady rhythm, her thumb rubbing circles over the smooth, cool glass. She’s staring directly at you.
Your brain struggles to process what’s happening. This isn't just a dirty move; it's a declaration of war. You glance over at the next booth. A table of old men are completely absorbed in a sports match on the overhead TV, thank god. You look back at Natty.
She brings the bottle up, her gaze never leaving yours. She licks her lips, a slow, wet drag of her tongue, and then closes her mouth over the tip of the bottle. She starts to suck. Her cheeks hollow as she works her jaw, her throat contracting with obscene, practiced movements. Her long tongue darts out, licking around the rim before she takes the neck deeper into her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut for a fraction of a second.
Every rational thought flies out of your head. It’s absurd. It’s reckless. It’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. You can feel the blood rushing south, your dick hardening with a painful, insistent throb inside your pants. You try to focus on the sports commentators on the TV, on the pattern of the wood grain on the table, on anything other than the sight of your hyper-competitive rival deep-throating a piece of glassware like her life depends on it.
A wet, popping sound echoes in the small space as she pulls the bottle from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the glass. She looks at you, defiantly, almost proud of the depravity she had just committed.
And that’s it. You lose. A ragged, desperate breath escapes you, a harsh sound in the silence. It’s a complete and total surrender.
"No," you gasp out. "Nope. That is not a valid move. That’s cheating. Are you fucking crazy?”
"Why? Did you get horny seeing that, you fucking pervert?"
The accusation, so close to the truth, stings. "You’re the sexual deviant here! Sucking on a bottle in the middle of a bar!"
"You’re the one who got hard from it."
Her words hit their mark. You can’t even deny it. Fine. If she wants to play dirty, you can play dirty too. An idea, reckless and immediate, forms in your mind.
"My turn."
Before she can react, you lean across the table and take her hand. Her fingers tense in your grip, but you don’t let go. You turn her hand over, exposing the delicate skin of her wrist. You lower your head, your eyes locked on hers, and press your lips to her pulse point. You feel the frantic, rabbit-quick beat of her heart against your mouth, a clear betrayal of the calm she’s trying to project. You drag your open mouth up her palm, the slight rasp of your stubble sending a visible shiver through her.
Her breath hitches. She’s trying to snatch her hand back, but your grip is firm. You bring her fingers to your lips. One by one, you take them into your mouth. You suck on her index finger first, swirling your tongue around the tip, treating it with the same obscene reverence she gave the soju bottle. Her knuckles are white as she grips her own hand. You move to the next finger, and then the next, laving each one, your gaze never wavering from her face.
You’re watching a masterpiece of composure crumble into dust. Her jaw is clenched, a faint blush creeping up her neck. Her eyes are wide behind her glasses with shock and something else, something much hotter. When you take her ring finger fully into your mouth, sucking down to the knuckle, it’s too much for her.
A sharp, shaky gasp escapes her lips. Her eyes flutter shut, and her head lolls back for a split second in a moment of involuntary surrender. She lost. It wasn't a laugh or a flinch of anger, but a complete system overload caused by sensation.
You slowly release her fingers and lean back in your seat.
"And you said I was the pervert.”
She glares at you, cheeks still red, a silent promise of retaliation in her eyes, but she doesn't argue. A loss is a loss. Wordlessly, she pours her own shot and downs it with a grimace. The game…
Is this still a game?
"Don't look so proud of yourself," she says as she sets the glass down. "It's my turn. Tell me something you've never told anyone."
The question is a curveball. Not a joke, not an insult, but something intimate. A trap. You hold her gaze, refusing to let her see how the sudden shift rattles you.
"No."
"That's not how the game works," she counters. "It's a simple question."
"It's a boring question." You shrug, feigning indifference. "I'll take the drink." You pour yourself a shot and down it. It's a calculated sacrifice, denying her the satisfaction of prying something personal out of you.
She clicks her tongue in annoyance. "Fine. My round again." Her eyes narrow. "What's the first thing you would do if we were alone in your apartment right now?"
She watches your face, searching for any flicker of a reaction. Your mind flashes with a dozen explicit, detailed images. You imagine pushing her against the wall, hiking up that damned skirt, ripping her blouse open. You picture her on your bed, glasses still on, looking up at you. You fight to keep your expression blank, but you can feel the heat rising in your own face, the tell-tale hardening in your pants.
You manage to hold her gaze for a full ten seconds before you give a slight, almost imperceptible shake of your head and reach for the bottle again. "Too easy." Another shot burns its way down. You're getting dangerously drunk, and she knows it.
Natty smiles. She’s found your weakness. Not jokes, not insults, but raw, direct desire. She leans back, and in a move of casual, devastating cruelty, she reaches for the buttons on her blouse.
"It's getting a little warm in here, don't you think?"
It’s not part of the game. It’s a power play. She undoes another button, and then one more, her fingers moving with agonizing slowness. The fabric of her blouse parts, revealing the deep valley between her breasts and the delicate, black lace edge of her bra. She fans her collar, her eyes locked on yours, watching you watch her.
You feel your throat go dry. Your gaze is fixed on that sliver of black lace, the creamy skin, the swell of her chest. It's a blatant, shameless tease, and it's working perfectly.
Then, you feel it. A subtle pressure against your ankle. You look down, but the table blocks your view. The pressure slides upward, the unmistakable feeling of a stiletto heel tracing a path up the inside of your calf. It hooks behind your knee for a moment before continuing its journey, slow and torturous, up your inner thigh. The movement continues, hard and insistent, pressing against the bulge in your pants.
Your breath catches in your throat. This is a move. An official, game-on move. You have to endure it. You clench your fists under the table, your nails digging into your palms. She starts pushing her foot against the bulge in your pants, applying a firm, knowing pressure. You bite the inside of your cheek as you fight every screaming impulse in your body.
She holds you like that for an eternity before finally pulling away. You lost, and you both know it. You don't even protest, just pour the shot and slam it back. The world is starting to feel hazy, held together only by the burning thread of lust connecting you to the woman across the table.
"My turn," you rasp.
You mirror her earlier action, your hand diving under the table. You don't hesitate. You place your palm directly on her thigh. Her skin is hot, impossibly soft beneath the thin material of her skirt. She lets out a sharp, quiet gasp, her leg tensing under your touch. You feel the powerful, thick muscle there, and you squeeze gently. Her eyes widen, a flicker of panic warring with a wave of arousal. You begin to slide your hand upward, slowly, inch by excruciating inch, toward the hem of her skirt.
Her lips are parted, her breathing shallow. You have her. She’s about to break, you can see it, her composure hanging by a single, frayed thread-
"Everything alright over here? Need another bottle?"
You both freeze. In a single, panicked motion, you snatch your hand back and she jerks her leg away. You look up at the young woman standing by your table, the waitress, who is smiling, oblivious to what was happening under the table. You try to arrange your face into something resembling a normal, sober human being.
"No, we're... we're good," you manage to say, sounding strained and unnatural to your own ears. "Just the bill, please."
The waitress gives you a slightly quizzical look but nods, tapping on her tablet before placing the check on the table. She walks away, completely oblivious to the fact that she just interrupted a scene of depravity.
The moment she's gone, the adrenaline fades, leaving a stark, sobering reality in its place. You look at Natty. Her face is pale, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The game is over. The risk, which had been a thrilling part of the fantasy, just became terrifyingly real.
"We can't," she says, barely audible, her eyes wide. "We can't do this here."
You just nod. Natty takes a deep, shaky breath, her composure slowly returning.
She adjusts her glasses (more as a reflex than out of necessity), and says:
"I know a place," she says, her gaze direct and unwavering. "A love hotel. It's just a couple of blocks from here."
It’s not a question. It’s a solution. An instruction.
"Okay," you breathe out. “Yeah, fuck it. Let's go.”
You don't waste another second. You pull your wallet out, slap your credit card onto the bill without even looking at the total, and stand up. Natty fixes the collar of her shirt and slides out of the booth gracefully despite the despair contained within her. You both walk toward the exit, not touching, but the space between you two is minimal.
Outside the bar, you walk fast, and Natty is right beside you, her heels clicking a rhythm on the pavement that sounds too loud for your ears. Neither of you speaks. There’s nothing left to say with words. Every sideways glance, every breath you hear her take, tells what's happening right now.
The love hotel is exactly what you’d expect: a discreet entrance, a sterile-looking front desk shielded by frosted glass, and an air of detached functionality. There’s no pretense here. You both know why you’ve come. You handle the transaction, sounding rough and unfamiliar as you ask for a room for a few hours. The clerk slides a key across the counter without making eye contact.
Key in hand, you find the room. The hallway is silent, the only footsteps are yours and Natty's. You fumble with the key for a second, your hands shaking, alcohol and adrenaline involved, before finally unlocking the door. You push the door open, step inside, and she follows right on your heels, swinging it shut behind you. You don't even think to lock it.
You turn around, and she’s already on you.
Her hands are in your hair, grabbing handfuls, and her mouth crashes against yours. It’s desperate and hungry, all teeth and tongue and the lingering taste of soju. Her body presses against yours, you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer, your hands finding the lush curve of her ass and squeezing hard.
You stumble backward, kicking off your shoes as you go, moving blindly toward the bed. Her mouth never leaves yours, her tongue plunging deep. Your hands are just as frantic, unbuttoning your own shirt, tearing at the fabric. You break the kiss for a split second, gasping for air.
"How long?" you pant, your forehead pressed against hers. "How long have you wanted this?"
"Too long," she breathes out. "Every fucking meeting. Every stupid argument. I just... I wanted to feel you." She punctuates the sentence by grinding her hips against yours.
You kiss her again, your hands moving to the zipper on her skirt while she works on the button of your pants. Clothes become obstacles, annoyances to be discarded as quickly as possible. Your trousers and her skirt are kicked into a corner. Your shirt follows. You’re a tangle of limbs and frantic energy, a mess of pent-up lust finally uncaged.
"You have no idea," you admit, your lips moving against her neck, tasting the salt and perfume on her skin. "The way you look at me over your glasses... it’s fucking infuriating. It messes with my head." You pull back to look at her, your hands framing her face. "You’re all I can think about sometimes. In my head. In my fucking body. It’s a problem."
"Good," she whispers, a savage little smile on her lips.
Now you’re both down to your underwear, the flimsy barriers of civility finally gone. You push her back onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress. Her hand goes to her face, a reflexive move to slide her glasses off and place them on the nightstand. Your hand shoots out, your fingers closing gently around her wrist, stopping her.
"Leave them on.”
"You’re such a pervert,” she says, unable to hide the lewd smile that forms on her lips.
"Yeah, and you love it."
You lean down and kiss her again, your tongue sweeping into her mouth, re-staking its claim. As you kiss, your hands move to her back, finding the clasp of her bra. You unhook it with a practiced flick of your fingers. You pull away from the kiss just enough to watch as you slide the straps down her arms.
The black lace falls away, and her huge breasts spill free. They’re heavy and full, her skin looks creamy and perfect in the dim light of the room, her nipples already hard pebbles. You let out a low, appreciative groan, your eyes devouring the sight you've only ever been able to imagine until now. You don't waste time and your hands fly to feel them.
You squeeze them, heavy and warm in your hands, kneading the soft, full flesh as you kiss her again, your thumb brushing over a nipple. It beads into a hard, dark point against your touch. She moans into your mouth, a soft, yielding sound that is fuel to your fire.
While your mouth and hands are busy worshiping her chest, her own hand slides down your stomach, a heat-seeking missile aimed for the thick ridge straining against the front of your underwear. Her fingers close around you, a firm, confident grip that makes you jolt. She squeezes, her touch both an assessment and a claim, and you feel your cock pulse in her hand.
"Fuck," a rough sound escapes your throat, muffled against her lips.
Natty pulls away from the kiss. She gives you a firm shove, forcing you to sit back on the edge of the bed. Without a word, she slides off the mattress and kneels on the floor between your legs. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your boxer briefs and slowly, deliberately, pulls them down. The fabric slides down your thighs, and your cock springs free, thick and heavy.
Natty’s breath catches. Her professional mask, her game face, all of it evaporates. She stares at your erection, her lips slightly parted.
"Jesus," she breathes. "It’s…"
Then, a flicker of that analytical spark returns to her eyes. She leans forward and gently takes the head of your cock in her hand and presses it against her forehead, right between her eyebrows. Her eyes close as if in concentration. She traces its length downward, her other hand marking the spot where your base rests against her chin.
She pulls back, her eyes snapping open to look at you. "You’re bigger than my entire head… What the hell."
Before you can respond, she leans in again. This time, there’s nothing clinical about it. Her tongue darts out, tracing a slow, wet path from your balls up the entire length of your shaft. You shudder, your fingers digging into the bedspread. She licks the head, tasting you with a series of slow, deliberate laps, her eyes fluttering shut behind her glasses as if she’s savoring a fine wine.
"You taste good," she murmurs against your skin, her hot breath sending a shiver through you. "Salty. Like you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have."
She takes the tip into her mouth, her lips creating a perfect, wet seal. She sucks gently, her tongue swirling and teasing, and you have to grit your teeth to keep from coming right then and there. Your hands find her hair, your fingers threading through the short, soft strands. You don't pull, not yet. You just hold on as she begins to take you deeper.
Her head bobs, a slow, steady rhythm. She takes more and more of you into her mouth, her throat opening up with a practiced ease that makes your mind go blank. The feeling is incredible, a tight, wet heat that eclipses everything else. You can feel the back of her throat milking the head of your cock with every downward stroke. Her free hand comes up to cup your balls, her thumb rubbing gentle circles.
You tilt your head back, a groan escaping your lips as you stare up at the textured ceiling. Her glasses are still perfectly in place, the lenses fogging slightly with every hot breath she exhales from her nose.
"Fuck, Natty," you gasp out, your hips starting to move on their own, a slight, involuntary bucking motion into her mouth.
She makes a deep, appreciative sound in her throat and takes you even deeper, her lips pressed tight against your base. She is absolutely devouring you.
Your hips are moving on their own now, a hard, rhythmic bucking that she meets with equal force. You grip her hair, not gently anymore, but using the short strands to control the angle, to guide her head down onto your cock. She doesn't fight it; she welcomes it, letting out a series of low, guttural gagging sounds as you fuck her throat. You can feel the ridge of your cock head pressing against the back of her throat with every single thrust.
After a long, punishing minute, she pulls back, a thick, clear string of saliva connecting your dick to her lips. She gasps for air, her chest heaving, a flush spreading from her neck all the way up to her cheeks. Her lipstick is smeared, and her glasses are slightly askew. She looks utterly debauched.
"Fuck, Natty," you pant. "You're so fucking good at this."
A smug, triumphant little smile plays on her wet lips. "Of course I am. I'm good at everything." She leans back slightly, still kneeling between your legs, and sticks her tongue out. It’s impossibly long, a thick, pink muscle that uncoils from her mouth and seems to go on forever, the tip nearly touching her chin. "Look at this."
You stare, mesmerized.
"The average human tongue is about ten centimeters," she states, sounding like she's presenting a fact in a board meeting. "Mine is almost thirteen." She wiggles it, a slow, serpentine motion. "More surface area. Better dexterity. I did my research."
You let out a choked laugh. "You researched how to give a better blowjob?"
"I research everything I want to excel at."
Before you can process the insanity and sexiness of that statement, she proves her point. She leans in and licks you, but this time it's different. It's a demonstration. Her long tongue wraps entirely around the head of your cock, a hot, wet, muscular sheath. She licks with an unbelievable dexterity, her tongue swirling and flicking, hitting nerves you didn't even know you had. You groan, your head falling back against the headboard.
She moves down, her mouth and tongue leaving a slick, wet trail of spit down your shaft. She gets to your balls and moans softly, nuzzling her face against you. She takes one of your balls into her mouth, her tongue rolling over the tight skin as she sucks gently. The sensation is electric, a pulling ache that shoots straight up into your gut. She alternates between them, lavishing attention on your ballsack while her hand wraps around your hard cock, stroking you in time with her sucking.
"I've dreamed about this, you know," you gasp out, your eyes squeezed shut. "About having you just like this."
She pulls off your balls, her mouth sopping wet, and looks up. "Tell me."
"You were always the perfect rival," you say. "So fucking smart, always one step ahead. It drove me crazy." You open your eyes to look down at her, at the sight of her kneeling before you, your spit shining on her lips and chin. "And so fucking hot. Sitting across from me in meetings, in that fucking skirt, looking so professional. All I could think about was getting you like this. Wrecking that composure. Making you gag on my cock."
Her smile is wide. "Is that what you're doing, boss?"
She doesn't wait for an answer. She lunges forward, taking you back into her mouth in one swift, aggressive motion. There’s no teasing this time. She takes all of you, her lips sealing at your base, her nose pressed into your pubic hair. Her throat works, swallowing and swallowing, her jaw muscles flexing with the effort.
Saliva starts to spill from the corners of her mouth. She's drooling all over you, all over herself. Thick, slick ropes of it run down her chin, dripping onto her huge, bare breasts. The spit pools in her cleavage and traces wet paths down her pale skin, the sight so fucking filthy it almost makes your vision go white. She doesn't care. She keeps sucking, her head bobbing relentlessly, her whole focus narrowed down to one thing: taking every last inch of your dick. The wet, smacking sounds of her lips and the guttural noises from her throat fill the silent hotel room.
You grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. She breaks the seal on your cock with a wet, sloppy pop. You look down, your gaze falling from her spit-slicked lips to her chest. Her huge tits are gleaming, covered in the drool that escaped her mouth, the clear fluid tracing paths through her cleavage and around her dark, hard nipples.
"Fuck," you breathe. "Your tits look so good like that. All covered in your spit."
A genuinely pleased, almost flattered, smile touches her lips for a second before it morphs back into that competitive smirk. She looks from your cock, still dripping with a mixture of her saliva and your own pre-cum, to her glistening breasts, and an idea visibly sparks behind her glasses.
"You think they look good now?" she asks. "I can do better."
She leans forward, over your lap, and you watch, mesmerized, as she gathers a large amount of saliva in her mouth. Her cheeks puff out slightly before she turns her head and spits. It’s not a delicate little bit of spit; it’s a thick, generous glob that lands right in the valley between her breasts with a wet smack. She does it again, adding more. Then she uses her hands, spreading the slick, warm fluid all over her tits, massaging it into her own skin, coating her nipples until her entire chest has a glossy, obscene sheen.
"Get them nice and wet for you, boss," she murmurs, her eyes locked on yours. "Ready for your big cock."
She takes your dick in her hand, the head slick and weeping a bead of pre-cum. She positions it at the base of her cleavage and then leans forward, using her hands to squeeze her massive tits together, engulfing you.
The sensation is fucking unreal.
It’s a completely different kind of heat than her mouth, a soft, pillowy tightness that surrounds you on all sides. She starts to move, sliding her body up and down your shaft, her spit-slicked skin creating a perfect, wet friction. You throw your head back and groan. The sound is a wet, slapping rhythm, your dick disappearing and reappearing from between the two huge mounds of flesh.
"Look." You force your eyes open and look down. It’s an incredible sight. Your cock being swallowed by her tits, her hands pressing them together tightly, her long, painted fingernails contrasting to her pale skin. "Look at how my tits just eat you up. They love your dick."
She increases the pace, her whole upper body rocking back and forth, her breasts jiggling with the force of her movements. She’s watching your cock the whole time, a look of intense concentration on her face, as if she’s trying to master a complex new task.
"Is this better than my mouth?" she asks, the question both a genuine query and a competitive taunt. "Tell me you love fucking my tits."
"Fuck, yes," you gasp out. "It feels so fucking good, Natty."
"Squeeze them for me," she orders. "Help me."
You release your death grip on the sheets and reach out, your hands covering hers. You add your strength to hers, squeezing her tits even tighter around your shaft. The pressure intensifies to a wet friction that has your vision starting to blur at the edges. She moans at the added pressure, her head tilting back, her short black hair falling away from her face.
"Yeah, just like that," she pants, her rhythm becoming more frantic. "Fuck my tits. Fuck them hard. I want to feel your dick rubbing all over them. I want you to cover them."
Your hands press down on hers, and she lets out a sharp, pleased hiss at the increased pressure. The channel of flesh around your cock tightens, a wet, perfect friction that has you groaning her name incessantly. She leans forward, her short hair brushing against the skin of your lower stomach, her entire focus narrowed down to the space where your dick is buried between her tits.
"That's it," she pants. "Squeeze them. Make them milk your cock."
She starts to move a faster, harder rhythm. She’s not just sliding anymore; she’s fucking you with her tits, putting her weight and the strength of her arms into every single stroke. Your dick glides up and down in the slick, wet channel of spit and flesh.
As your cock slides upward, the slick head emerging from her cleavage, she leans down and her long tongue darts out, flicking across the sensitive tip.
"Fuck!" The shock of it, the combination of the tight, wet friction on your shaft and the targeted flick of her tongue on your head, is too much. Your back arches off the bed, a strangled cry ripped from your throat.
She does it again on the next upstroke. And the next. She finds a rhythm, a perfect, torturous loop of sensation. Her tits slide down, squeezing your shaft. They slide up, and her hot, wet tongue is there to greet the head, lapping at the slit, tasting the pre-cum that beads there.
"You like that, don't you?" she asks, not even looking up. "My tongue on your cock-head while my tits squeeze your balls. The perfect combination."
She's right. As her chest slides down, the soft weight of her breasts presses and massages your aching balls, while her hands keep the pressure high on your shaft. You are completely overwhelmed, a helpless, twitching mess under her expert ministration.
Her glasses are fogged and askew, her lipstick is a faint smear around her mouth, and her chin is shiny with a mixture of her spit and your precum. Her huge tits, glistening and red from the friction, jiggle and sway as she works you over. She is the most beautiful, degenerate thing you have ever seen.
"You're so fucking slutty right now," you gasp.
"And you love it. Look at you. You're about to lose it, aren't you?"
She's fucking right, the undeniable tightening begins deep in your balls. Your orgasm is building, your toes curl, and the muscles in your thighs tremble with the strain of holding back. It’s almost there. So close.
"Natty," you plead. "Yeah. Fuck, I'm close."
"I know," she purrs, and her movements become even more frantic. She’s pushing you, deliberately driving you over the edge. Her tongue laves your cock-head with frantic speed as her tits pump faster and faster. The wet, slapping sounds are frantic, echoing in the small room. "I can feel you twitching. Your balls are so tight. You want to shoot your load all over me, don't you? Cover my tits your hot cum."
"Please," you beg, your hips bucking off the mattress, uncontrollably chasing the friction. "Let me."
You’re right there. The feeling is cresting, the point of no return just a single heartbeat away. You close your eyes, ready for the release.
"Please, please cum for me. I need to feel it. I need to see you lose control,” she begs. “Give it to me, boss. Please, give me your cum."
Her begging is the final push you needed. The raw, desperate want in her tone, the sight of your perfect, powerful rival reduced to this pleading, slutty mess for you; it shatters the last of your control. The feeling in your balls intensifies, a deep, coiling knot of pressure that's about to fucking explode.
"Natty!" you roar. "I'm gonna cum!"
Her eyes snap to yours with a triumphant glee. "Yes! Fucking finally! Give it to me! On my tits! I want it all over my fucking tits!"
She clamps her breasts down hard, fingers digging into her own flesh to tighten the grip around your cock as her body starts pumping at a frantic, desperate pace, trying to milk the orgasm out of you.
Your hips buck forward violently, completely out of your control. Your cock erupts.
The first shot doesn't go where she wanted. It's a thick, powerful jet that shoots way higher than either of you expected, flying straight up and splattering directly across the right lens of her glasses and her cheek with a wet smack.
She lets out a shocked gasp, eyes widening behind the cum-spattered glass, but she doesn't fucking stop. Her tits keep pumping, squeezing your spasming cock as the second rope erupts, this one coating her parted lips and chin in a thick, creamy glaze. She moans, tongue darting out to taste it.
"Fuck yes, give me more," she whimpers, still working your cock between her tits. "Cover me, fucking paint me."
The third and fourth shots finally land where she begged for them, splashing across her cleavage in thick, white ropes that drip down between her breasts. More cum spurts out, coating the tops of her tits, dripping down her curves, making everything even more slick and messy. She keeps stroking you with her tits the entire time, her body still moving, milking every last twitch and drop from your spent cock.
"That's it, give me all of it," she breathes. "Every fucking drop."
You stand there panting, body trembling with aftershocks, your dick still nestled in her cum-covered cleavage. She finally stops moving and looks down at her chest, then up at her face, her tongue darting out to lick a thick smear of your cum from her lips. Then she seems to register the mess on her glasses.
"You son of a bitch," she sighs, but she doesn't really sound angry. "You came on my glasses. They're fucking new."
You reach down with an unsteady hand and cup her chin, tilting her face up to look at you. "You look hot like that. Fucking perfect."
"It's your fault," she retorts, that ghost of a smirk playing on her cum-glazed lips. "You're the one who insisted I keep them on, you fucking pervert."
"That's what you get," you shoot back, your thumb wiping a stray drop of cum from her cheek before pushing it between her lips. She sucks your thumb clean without hesitation. "For being such a good little slut for my cock."
She pulls back, licking her lips slowly, savoring the taste. "Worth it," she murmurs, looking down at the absolute mess you made of her tits. Thick ropes of cum are dripping down her curves, pooling in her cleavage. "Look at how much you came."
You grin down at her, still catching your breath. "You wanted it. You begged for it."
"I did," she admits with a dirty little laugh, running her fingers through the cum on her chest and bringing them to her mouth. "And I'd do it again.”
Then, in a final act of perverse defiance, she takes off her glasses. She holds them up, examining the thick smear of your cum on the lens. And then, her eyes locked on yours, she brings the glasses to her mouth and calmly, deliberately, licks the lens clean with a slow swipe of her long tongue.
You watch, completely transfixed, as she licks the last of your cum from her glasses. Her movements are slow, her long tongue methodically cleaning the lens with a perverse, domestic efficiency. When she’s done, the glass is spotless.
"You're completely insane," you say with awe and disbelief.
She doesn't respond until she has placed the glasses perfectly back on her nose, adjusting them with a single finger. She looks at you, her expression shifting from smug satisfaction to something more intimidating.
"My turn to be the boss," she announces.
Natty stands up slowly, then she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her black lace panties, the only thing she’s still wearing. She slides them down her hips with agonizing slowness, her eyes locked on yours the entire time. She kicks them off one foot, catches them in her hand, and then, without a word, she throws them. The small piece of lace and cotton hits you square in the face, the fabric still warm and smelling faintly of her.
You pull them off your face, a smirk starting to form, but it dies before it can begin. In the split second you were distracted, she moved. She’s on the bed now. She shoves you hard in the chest, and you fall back onto the mattress. Before you can even process what happened, she’s climbing on top of you, her thick thighs straddling your torso, her weight pinning you down. She crawls up your body, her knees on either side of your head.
"Let's see if that mouth is good for anything other than spitting out insults.”
She positions herself directly over your face, her wet pussy hovering just inches from your mouth. The smell hits you instantly, a rich, musky, incredible scent of pure female arousal that makes your half-soft cock twitch. It’s the best thing you have ever smelled.
Slowly, she begins to lower her ass, the heat and scent intensifying as she descends. The world goes dark and warm as the soft, heavy weight of her settles over your face. You reach up, your hands finding the huge, soft globes of her ass, your fingers digging in as you pull her down, burying your face in her.
Your tongue finds her immediately. She’s soaking wet, her cunt lips plump and slick. You lick a broad, slow stripe from her asshole up to her clit, tasting the complex, salty flavor of her. She lets out a sharp, shuddering gasp and grinds down onto your mouth, a clear signal for you to get to work.
You obey. You part her outer lips with your tongue, delving into the slick channel beneath. You find her clit, a hard little pearl nestled in its hood, and you circle it, teasing the sensitive nub. Her hips start to move, a slow, rotating grind that pushes her clit harder against your tongue.
"Fuck, yes," she hisses from above you. "Right there. Lick my clit."
You focus your attention there, you flick, you swirl, you suck the hard little nub directly into your mouth, pulling on it gently with your lips. Al moan rumbles through her body, and you feel it vibrate directly against your face. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails scraping against your skin as she rides your mouth.
Her wetness increases, her cunt juice flowing freely, slicking your chin and cheeks. You love it. You spread your tongue wide, lapping up every drop, letting her know you want all of it. You move lower, your tongue tracing the slick folds of her inner lips, before dipping into the entrance of her cunt. You can only get the very tip of your tongue inside, but you push against her opening, teasing her with the promise of a penetration she can't have right now.
"Oh god," she pants. "You're so good at this. Don't stop. Just keep eating my pussy."
Her hips are moving faster now, no longer a slow grind but a frantic, desperate bucking against your face. She’s chasing the pleasure, her body completely taking over. You slide your tongue lower still, down her perineum, until you find the tight, puckered ring of her asshole. You give it a tentative lick. She jolts, her entire body going rigid, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
"Did I say you could stop licking my clit?" Natty demands, but there's no anger in it, she's just trying to be bossy.
You take that as permission. You alternate, your tongue flicking between her clit and her asshole, driving her absolutely insane. One second you're lavishing attention on the hard little bead that holds all her pleasure, the next you're swirling your tongue against the forbidden, tight little knot of her ass. She’s completely losing it, her moans becoming broken, wordless sobs of ecstasy. Her cunt is practically flooding your face, her slickness running down the sides of your neck. You grab her ass cheeks tighter, spreading them slightly to give your tongue better access.
Your world has been reduced to the incredible sensations between her legs. The salty, musky taste of her cunt, the slick heat of her wetness, the soft, heavy weight of her ass on your face. Your tongue and lips are dedicated to a single, perfect purpose: driving her insane with pleasure. She’s riding your face like a pro, her hips rotating in a slow, hypnotic circle that grinds her clit directly against the flat of your tongue, a constant stream of moans and sharp, breathy pants escaping her lips.
And that's why you don't listen when it happens.
A loud click from the direction of the door.
Neither of you registers it at first, both too lost in the haze of lust. But then the door swings open, flooding the dim room with the bright light of the hotel hallway.
"I told you, babe, this is… Oh. Oh, my god."
You freeze, your tongue still pressed against her clit. Natty goes completely rigid on top of you. Standing in the doorway is a couple, both swaying slightly, the drunken confusion on their faces rapidly melting into slack-jawed horror. The man is fumbling with his own key, the woman staring with eyes as wide as dinner plates at the scene before them: you, flat on your back, and your stark-naked coworker with her ass planted firmly on your face.
The silence lasts for a single, horrifying second.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Natty's scream scares even you. She scrambles off you with unbelievable speed, grabbing a pillow from the bed and holding it in front of her.
"I'm so sorry, we thought-" the man stammers, but Natty is not in the mood for explanations.
"OUT! NOW!" she shrieks, pointing a finger toward the hallway.
The couple doesn't need to be told a third time. They practically fall over each other backing out of the room, the woman grabbing her boyfriend’s arm and hissing, "I fucking told you it was 24, you idiot!" before the door is slammed shut, plunging the room back into semi-darkness and a ringing, profound silence.
For a long moment, nothing happens. Natty stands by the door, her back to you, the pillow clutched to her body.
Then she turns around, and her eyes are blazing. "You," she says, dangerously quiet. "You didn't lock the fucking door."
You push yourself up onto your elbows, your face and beard still dripping with her cunt juice. "I- I forgot," you stammer. "As soon as we walked in you started kissing me and one thing led to another and I- I…I didn't expect someone to just walk in."
"You didn't expect?! It's a hotel! People walk into the wrong rooms all the time, you moron! They saw us! They saw my ass on your goddamn face!"
You just stare at her. At her furious expression, her glasses still perfectly perched on her nose despite the chaos, the decorative pillow held over her pussy, her tits jiggling with every angry step. You look down at yourself, at the slick wetness on your own face.
A snort escapes you.
Her head snaps toward you. "What's so funny?"
You try to suppress it, you really do, but it’s no use. Another snort escapes, then a choked chuckle. You can’t help it.
For a second, she looks like she might actually murder you. But then she sees it. She sees the whole fucking mess. And a tiny, unwilling smile twitches at her lips. She tries to fight it, pressing her lips together, but it’s a losing battle. A quiet giggle escapes her, and then another.
And then you're both laughing. It’s the laughter of two slightly drunk, incredibly horny people who almost got caught in the most compromising position imaginable and have no other way to process it.
The laughter finally dies down into exhausted, breathless chuckles. You wipe a tear from your eye with the back of your hand. Natty throws the pillow somewhere in the dark rooml, shaking her head as she walks back toward the bed.
"Fuck it," she says, still a little shaky from laughing. She reaches down and yanks you flat on your back again. "I'm too drunk to give a fuck about anything. For now... get back to what you were doing. Next time lock the door or I'll make you swallow the fucking key.”
A breathless chuckle is still escaping your lips as she settles back over you. "Don't. You. Stop," she orders as she lowers her ass. "Not for anything. I don't care if the fucking hotel catches on fire. You are going to make me cum."
The world goes dark and warm again as her weight settles on your face. You dive in, your tongue immediately finding the hard little pearl of her clit. There’s no gentle teasing this time, no slow exploration. This is a direct, relentless assault.
You suck her clit into your mouth, your tongue working it with a frantic, punishing rhythm. She groans, a deep, frustrated sound, and immediately starts to ride your face, her hips slamming down against your mouth with a force that tells you she’s not fucking around.
"Fuck, I was so close," she pants. "You felt it, didn't you? I was right there." Her ass grinds against you, a desperate, circular motion. "You have to get me back there. Eat my cunt like you're starving. Make me forget they were ever here."
Your hands grip her huge ass cheeks, your thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as you spread her for your tongue. You lick with a ferocity that matches her own, your tongue a tireless engine driving deep between her slick folds, lapping at her opening, then darting back up to torment her clit. Her wetness is immediate and copious, her cunt juice flowing freely, coating your entire face, slicking your face and dripping onto the pillow beneath your head.
Her fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tight, and her body moves without rhythm now, just a series of spasms and bucks, her pussy slamming against your mouth over and over. "That's it," she gasps.. "Oh god, don't slow down. Lick me harder. Use your fucking tongue like you mean it!"
You obey, flattening your tongue and dragging it slowly up her slit, gathering all her wetness before circling her clit with deliberate, maddening pressure. She whimpers, hips stuttering.
"Stop teasing," she begs. "Please, I need more."
You pull back just slightly, letting your breath ghost over her sensitive cunt. "Beg better."
"You fucking asshole," she gasps, trying to grind down on your face, but you hold her hips firm, keeping her suspended just out of reach. "Please, fuck, please eat my pussy. I need your tongue so bad. Make me cum, please."
That's more like it. You dive back in with intensity, sucking her clit hard into your mouth while your tongue flicks rapidly over the swollen bud. Her reaction is immediate and violent.
"Yes! Oh fuck yes, just like that!" she cries out, her whole body shuddering. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop."
You push the tip of your tongue as deep as you can inside her, fucking her with it while you continue to work her clit with your upper lip. The effect is immediate. A new sound tears itself from her throat, a high cry that's half pleasure, half agony. Her thighs start trembling on either side of your head, muscles quivering with the strain. "I'm getting close," she pants, grinding harder against your face. "So fucking close. Keep going, make me cum on your face."
You alternate between long, slow licks up her entire slit and quick, focused flicks directly on her clit. Every time she thinks she knows what's coming next, you switch it up, keeping her on edge, driving her absolutely insane.
"You're killing me," she sobs, fingers tightening painfully in your hair. "Please, I need to cum so bad. Stop playing with me."
You respond by sucking her clit hard, pulling it between your lips while your tongue batters it relentlessly. Her hips jerk violently, a strangled scream ripping from her throat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chants, riding your face with increasing desperation. "I'm right there, I'm so close, please don't stop, please."
Her pussy is absolutely drenched now, juices flowing constantly, coating your face in a slick mess. You can feel every flutter and clench of her inner walls, her body getting tighter and tighter as her orgasm builds.
"Tell me what you need," you manage to say between licks.
"Your tongue," she gasps out frantically. "Inside me, deep, while you... oh god... while you rub my clit with your nose. Please, I need it."
You give her exactly what she wants, pushing your tongue as deep as it'll go, fucking into her while you grind your nose against her swollen clit. The angle is perfect, hitting everything at once.
"Oh my god," she screams, body going rigid above you. "That's it, that's fucking it, don't stop, I'm gonna cum! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming!"
Her entire body locks up. Her thighs clamp down on the sides of your head, trapping you, her hips frozen directly over your mouth. The muscles deep inside her begin to spasm, a series of violent, uncontrollable convulsions that pulse against your tongue. She screams a long throat-tearing sound of absolute release that is probably audible in the hotel hallway. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around your tongue, each contraction stronger than the last. Her juices flood your mouth, hot and thick, coating your tongue and chin. You keep licking through it all, drawing out every last wave of her orgasm.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she sobs, body shaking violently. "Don't stop, keep going, it's still... oh god..."
You maintain the pressure, tongue working her through the aftershocks as her body trembles and jerks above you. Her thighs are quivering uncontrollably, and you can feel her trying to pull away from the overstimulation, but you hold her firm, keeping your mouth locked on her pussy.
"Too much," she whimpers, but her hips are still grinding down, chasing the sensation even as she protests. "It's too... oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again."
You double down, sucking her clit hard while your tongue circles it rapidly. Her second orgasm hits even harder than the first, her whole body convulsing as she screams your name. More wetness floods your mouth, her pussy clenching so tight it almost hurts.
Finally, she collapses forward, hands braced on the headboard, body still twitching with residual spasms. You ease up, giving her gentle licks now, cleaning her up as she comes down from the high.
"Holy shit," she pants. "That was... fuck, I can't even think straight."
You can't help but grin against her still-sensitive cunt, pressing one more soft kiss to her clit just to hear her whimper.
Natty makes a huge effort to get off your face, her legs trembling as she moves across the mattress until she finally collapses beside you, her head resting on your chest. She lies there, a dead weight, trembling and panting, breath hot against your skin. Your ears are ringing a little after being smothered by her ass, the only sound you can hear at the moment is her ragged, gulping breaths. You just hold her, your hands cupping her ass, your face and mouth completely drenched in her juices.
After a long minute, she stirs, lifting her head just enough to mumble into your chest.
"Fucking... finally.”
She leans in and kisses you. It’s different from the hungry kisses from before. This one is more languid. She tastes herself immediately; the salty, musky flavor of her own orgasm, transferred from your mouth back to hers.
She pulls back from the kiss and looks at you, smiling. Then, her long tongue darts out, and she begins to lick your face. She starts at your forehead, her tongue methodically wiping away the sweat and her own juices. She moves down your temples, across your cheeks, her tongue cleaning you with a strange, tender precision.
"You're a fucking mess," she murmurs, her tongue tracing the line of your jaw, lapping up the last of her wetness from your face.
You look up at her, at the beautiful, chaotic state she’s in. There’s a faint, milky white smear of your own dried cum on her chin, a souvenir from earlier. You reach up, your thumb gently brushing against it. You lean in and give her a quick, soft kiss.
"So are you," you say.
Her smile widens. Her hand, which was resting on your chest, slides lower, down your stomach. Her fingers find your cock, which is already thick and semi-hard again, twitching with renewed life. Her eyes go wide with a flicker of surprise, then her smile turns into a naughty grin. She wraps her hand around you and begins to stroke, a slow, deliberate motion. Under her expert touch, you spring back to full, throbbing hardness in seconds.
"Well, well," she purrs. "Looks like someone’s not done yet."
You grab her by the waist with a decisive movement. You roll, reversing your positions until she’s the one lying on her back, gasping in surprise, and you’re looming over her, settling between her spread legs.
"Wait," you say, the thought suddenly cutting through the haze of lust. "Condom. We should..."
Natty just looks up at you, a wry, fatalistic little smile on her lips. She gestures vaguely at her cum-splattered chest and your juice-soaked face. "It's a little late for that now, don't you think?"
She’s right. The line of reckless stupidity had been crossed long ago. There’s no point in pretending now.
You look down at her. Her legs are parted for you, her thighs glistening with the sheen of her own juices. Her pussy is red and swollen, still slick and wet from her orgasm. It’s the most inviting sight in the world. You position the head of your cock against her entrance and press down slightly, rubbing your thick cock-head against her swollen clit.
She lets out a sharp, shuddering hiss of pleasure, her back arching off the bed. "Fuck... that feels so good."
You lean down, your mouth next to her ear. "I have waited so long for this. To be right here, about to be inside you. It’s fucking insane."
"I know," she breathes, her hands coming up to grip your shoulders. "It is." She turns her head, her eyes finding yours, her gaze serious. "This is our dirty secret. No one in the office must know. No one, ever."
"No one will ever know," you agree. This room, this night, it’s a world apart.
With the pact made, there’s nothing left to do but claim her. You push forward, slowly. The head of your dick parts her wet, slick outer lips. She’s so fucking tight. Her inner walls resist you for a second, a delicious, snug friction that makes you groan.
"Oh, god," she moans, her eyes squeezing shut as she feels you stretching her, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "You're so thick."
You push deeper, inch by agonizing inch. You can feel every ridge and fold of her cunt gripping you, a hot, wet glove squeezing you from all sides. She’s impossibly tight and unbelievably wet, the perfect combination. You keep pushing, your hips driving forward until you can’t go any further, until you are buried deep inside of her, your balls pressed tight against her. You are completely filling her, hilt-deep in her pussy.
You both stay perfectly still for a moment, just breathing, feeling the incredible sensation of being finally, fully joined. Her body is trembling beneath you, a low, continuous moan rumbling in her chest as she feels your thick cock filling her to the hilt. It’s better than any fantasy you could have ever imagined.
"Don't move," she whispers. Her hands are flat on your chest, her body trembling beneath you. "Just let me feel you in me for a second."
You obey, resting your weight on your elbows, looking down at her. Her face is a perfect picture of blissed-out ecstasy, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed behind her glasses. You lean down and kiss her, a slow, deep kiss that she returns with a needy energy.
Then, slowly, you begin to pull out. You drag your dick out of her with agonizing slowness, the head of your cock popping free from her swollen pussy lips with a wet, suctioning sound. She lets out a frustrated whimper at the loss, her hips lifting off the bed as if to chase you.
Before the sound even fully leaves her lips, you slam back into her.
You drive your cock back into her cunt in one single, powerful, punishing thrust, sinking yourself all the way back to the hilt.
"FUCK!"
The cry is ripped from her throat. Her back arches violently, her nails digging into your biceps. The impact of your bodies colliding echoes in the room, a loud, wet smack of skin against skin.
"You feel so fucking good," you groan. "So fucking tight."
You start to move, establishing a slow, deep, powerful rhythm. You pull almost all the way out with each stroke, letting her feel the thick ridge of your cock head slide past her clit, before plunging back in, stretching her, filling her completely. She moans with every single thrust, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through her entire body.
"Harder," she pants, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow. "Please, fuck me harder."
You give her what she wants. You brace your hands on the mattress on either side of her head and start to hammer into her. Your hips are a piston, driving your dick in and out of her tight, wet cunt. The hotel bed begins to creak, accompaniment the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies and her increasingly loud moans.
With every powerful impact, her huge, heavy breasts bounce and sway. It’s an incredible sight. They're still slick with her own spit and your dried cum, the creamy flesh jiggling wildly with each of your thrusts. You can’t take your eyes off them.
"Look at your tits," you grunt. "Look at them bounce for my cock."
She looks down and a slutty grin spreads across her face. "They love it," she gasps out. "They love being fucked by you." She wraps her thick, powerful legs around your waist, locking her ankles behind your back, pulling you even deeper inside her. The new angle is devastating. Your cock slides in even deeper, hitting a spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back in her head.
"Oh my god," she screams. "Right there! Don't stop! Just keep fucking me just like that!"
You drive into her again and again, your balls slapping against her wet cunt with every thrust. You are both completely lost in it, two rivals finally meeting on a battlefield where the only goal is mutual, overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck me," she pants. "Just like that. Ruin me. I want to feel this tomorrow."
You go harder, faster, your hips a relentless piston of flesh and sweat. Her tits, still bearing the faint, sticky traces of your cum, bounce wildly. You’re fucking her with a savagery that borders on hatred, but it’s not enough. You want more. You want to see her completely lose what little control she has left.
While you continue to pound into her, you slide one hand down between your slick, sweating bodies. It’s a struggle to find your target in the dim light of the room, but then your fingers brush against it: a hard, swollen pearl of flesh. Her clit.
You press down, rubbing a firm circle against the hyper-sensitive nub and her entire body jolts, a keening wail escapes her lips. She’s already cum once; her whole cunt is raw and exquisitely sensitive. The added stimulation is almost too much for her to bear.
"What are you doing?" she shrieks with something between pleasure and panic. "Oh my god, I can't... I'm too sensitive for that right now!"
"I know," you grunt, not stopping your assault. Your thumb continues its relentless circling on her clit while your cock hammers in and out of her tight, wet pussy. "I want to feel you cum on my dick."
The effect is instantaneous and devastating. Her body, already pushed to its limits, has no defense against the dual assault. Her hips buck wildly, uncontrollably. Her inner walls, already tight, begin to clench and flutter around your shaft.
"No, no, I can't again, it's too soon- FUCK!" she screams, her head thrashing on the pillow. "I'm cumming! Oh god, I'm CUMMING!"
As Natty's orgasm hits her, her pussy spasms violently around your dick, a series of deep, powerful convulsions that milk and grip your shaft with an unbelievable intensity. She screams, a long, ragged sound of a pleasure so intense it’s indistinguishable from pain. Her entire body goes rigid, her back arching so far off the bed that only her shoulders and heels are touching it, before she collapses, a trembling, shuddering mess.
You keep fucking her through it, driving your cock into her spasming cunt, feeling every single pulse of her climax gripping you. When the last of her shudders subsides, you slow your pace, returning to a slow, deep plunge that keeps you buried inside her. She is completely wrecked, her body limp and unresponsive beneath you, her breaths coming in huge, ragged, sobbing gasps.
You stay inside her for a long minute, letting her recover, letting her feel your cock still filling her. Then, you pull out. The sound is a loud, wet suck, your dick emerging from her swollen, gaping pussy, completely coated in her slickness.
She whimpers at the loss, her eyes fluttering open to look at you, dazed and confused.
You lean down and whisper: "Get on your hands and knees. Now." She blinks, her orgasm-addled brain slowly processing the order. "I'm not done with you yet. I want that big ass up in the air while I fuck you.”
A flicker of understanding, and then a slow, submissive nod. She moves, her limbs clumsy and shaky. She rolls onto her stomach and then pushes herself up, her body trembling with the effort, until she’s on all fours in the middle of the bed.
The sight is breathtaking. Her back is arched, and her huge, round ass is presented perfectly to you, the cheeks pale and soft. Her pussy lips are swollen and red, still dripping with her juices, her tight little asshole puckered and exposed. You kneel on the bed behind her, your hard cock ready to go again.
“Go slow,” she mutters, her chest rising and falling fast. “I’m still sensitive as fuck, asshole.”
You lean forward and palm her ass with rough hands, squeezing as if you own it, and then smack it hard enough that she yelps. You let out a low laugh, mean, teasing, leaning closer until your lips are nearly brushing her ear.
“Who said I was gonna fuck your pussy?”
She freezes, blinking back at you like she misheard. But then you drag your cock up between the fat cheeks of her ass, slow and deliberate, pressing against her clenched little hole instead of her dripping slit. And that’s when she realizes. Her whole body stutters under you, and for the first time tonight, you see a flicker of hesitation break through the cocky attitude.
“Wait... you’re serious?” she asks, shivering when you grind your tip against her asshole, soft little circles of pressure making her twitch.
You spit down, slicking her tight opening. The sound of it dripping down her crack makes her flinch. You grip her hip with one hand, spreading her just a little wider, making her feel exposed and helpless despite how much she loves seizing control. She bites her lip so hard it almost looks painful. You love it.
“Take it easy,” she breathes out quick, tense. “I’m not... shit, just don’t try to shove it all in at once...”
Her asshole is so damn tight the head of your cock barely fits when you push forward, her body fighting every centimeter. The stretch feels insane, like a fist clenching around you, squeezing hotter and tighter than her cunt even did. Your jaw locks while you steady her with both hands, slowly pressing into her until she’s whimpering, dipping her head into the sheets.
“Fuuuck, Natty,” you groan. “You feel so fucking tight around me.”
She trembles in your grip, one hand clawing at the sheets, nails dragging over the fabric.
“God, it feels- Ah… so weird,” she gasps. “Burns... but it’s... fuck... don’t stop... just… slow.”
You rock your hips forward a bit more, pausing whenever her breath hitches too hard, giving her body time to adjust. Inch by inch, her asshole yields to you, stretching around your cock so snug it almost feels impossible. Her ass cheeks jiggle each time you press deeper, and you squeeze them hard, spreading her open wider, watching your cock disappear into her.
“You’re taking me so fucking well,” you growl. “Thought you were gonna be too much of a brat to let me fuck your ass.”
Her laugh is breathless, broken, but it’s there, muffled in the pillow she’s biting. “You think this is me letting you?” she muffles, but her words cracks when you sink another inch, and it betrays her. “Shit... I’m the one... fuck, I’m the one making you work for it.”
You slap her ass again, harder this time. She jerks forward, groaning. The head of your cock is completely buried now, and the hot, vice-like grip of her asshole has you gritting your teeth, holding back from just ramming all the way in. She’s so fucking tight you can feel her pulse through her skin.
“You’re squeezing the life out of me,” you say, “if you keep milking my cock like that, I won’t even last.”
She whines, long and high-pitched, every sound making her body shudder.
“Hurry up then,” she struggles out between breaths. “Put it all the way in... fuck... I want it.”
You obey with pleasure. You tighten your hands on her waist and push deeper, slow but firm, forcing her asshole to bloom open the rest of the way around your length. She arches her back, eyes squeezing shut as you finally sink all the way to the hilt, your hips pressed firm against her ass. She lets out a shaky, guttural moan that gets cut into little gasps when her body shakes from the stretch.
“Ooohhh fuck! Oh my god-” she babbles, half crying, half moaning, her face buried in the sheets.
You lean over her, your chest pressed to her back, lips brushing her ear.
“That’s it. Take every inch. All of it stuffed in your ass. You wanted slow, but now you’re not getting away until I’ve fucked you dumb.”
Her response is a muffled, strangled moan, her ass sucking on you like it doesn’t want to let go. You stay buried inside her for a moment longer, giving her time to shake and adjust, your hands roaming over her curves, palms sliding up her sides before groping both tits, nipples hard under your touch, making her shiver just from your fingers teasing them.
“Move,” she begs, desperate despite herself, grinding her hips back against you in tiny shaky circles. “Please... I need it...”
You pull back slowly, the suction so intense it feels like her asshole is trying to drag you back inside. Your cock glistens with spit and her juices, shining as you ease out halfway before thrusting back in, deeper and quicker the second time. She cries out into the sheets, her moan echoing against the walls. Her hands fist at the pillow like she’s bracing for impact.
“Fuck, it’s too much,” she groans, but her hips still push back against you, greedy for the stretch. “Hurts so good… aaah, keep fucking me!”
The pace builds, each thrust a little harder, your hips slapping against her round ass, the jiggle of her cheeks hypnotic every time you slam deep. The walls of her asshole squeeze even tighter as she loosens, every push easier and slicker, every sound dirtier.
“Goddamn, you’re filthy,” you pant, spanking her ass again, this time leaving your handprint behind. “First making me eat your pussy till you cum everywhere, now you’re begging to get your ass wrecked. You like being a mess for me, huh?”
“Yes… yes… Fuck! I do! I fucking love it!”
You grab her hair, yanking her face up so she’s not hiding against the sheets anymore. Her mouth falls open, drool dripping down her chin, her glasses slipping down her nose, crooked from the way you’re holding her. Her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide, and she gives you this delirious grin as her breath stutters.
“Choke me,” she suddenly gasps, laughing, half-manic from how far gone she is. “Come on, choke me while you ruin my ass.”
You slide one hand up from her tits, wrapping it around her throat, and she moans like it’s the sweetest gift she could’ve begged for. Your cock pounds into her ass harder, faster, relentless now, her body finally taking it all and trembling from the onslaught. Her moans rise in pitch until she’s screaming, every thrust forcing another broken sound out of her lungs. And still, she’s taking it. Every inch. Her hands are locked on the sheets, back arched tight as she whimpers through her teeth, the lines between pain and pleasure blurring more with every second. You’re biting down groans yourself, because her little asshole is gripping the shit out of you in ways that almost don’t feel real.
You start rocking your hips, pushing in and pulling out, slow and steady at first while her legs shake under her. Every thrust makes both of you moan, her ass swallowing you down like it was made exactly for this. Her body shivers when you kiss the back of her neck on a whim, making her knuckles dig into the mattress.
“Fucking hell, Natty... this is insane. Tell me,” you grunt, your hand tight on her waist while you grind into her. “What do you think of my cock up your ass?”
She groans, long and desperate, her ass tightening all over again like her body wants to betray her cool composure. She tilts her head to the side, cheek rubbing against her forearm as if she’s hiding her face.
“It hurts... fuck... but it- ah! God, it feels so fucking good,” she admits between moans, broken by the force of your thrusts. “Never thought I’d... actually let you fuck me like this.”
“You didn’t imagine this, huh?”
“Not even close,” she gasps, hair sticking to her damp forehead. “Shit, I thought... after drinking with you, I’d just go home. Take a hot shower. Use my vibrator on my pussy. Cum once... maybe twice... then pass out.”
Your hips slam against hers, the bed creaking under both your weight, and you bite back a groan at the image.
“And tomorrow morning, you’ll be back at your place as if nothing ever happened,” you cut her off while you rail into her ass.
“Yes,” she moans, clutching the blanket tight. “Exactly. Just another weekend. But instead I’m getting my ass destroyed in a hotel by my fucking coworker.”
You lean forward, dragging your lips over her shoulder, your breath spilling hot over her ear as you keep pumping deep inside her. “Tell me this isn’t a million times better than your sad little vibrator routine.”
Her whole body jerks forward, no hesitation in her strangled moan.
“It is!” she cries out. “Way better... shit... you’re fucking me so much better than I could ever imagine. You’re ruining me.”
“You’re gonna walk into the office on Monday so satisfied, all sore and filled up, and no one will know why you’re strutting around smiling. Just me,” you rasp, hands clamping down on her hips to slam her back against you.
“Yeah,” she groans when you hit deeper, her nails clawing at the sheets. “I’m gonna sit at my desk, legs shaking, stupid grin on my face, and everyone’s gonna wonder why. But I’ll know. I’ll know you fucked me raw in every fucking way, made sure I couldn’t even think straight.”
You pull out almost to the tip before jamming back to the hilt, hard enough she lets out a sharp scream that echoes.
“As your coworker,” you grunt while you pound into her, “it’s my professional duty to keep a colleague satisfied, right? It’s like... boosting productivity.”
She breaks into helpless laughter that turns into a guttural moan when you slam deep again.
“You’re so fucking stupid,” she pants, eyes rolling back as her ass tightens brutally around your cock. “But god, I fucking love it. Keep fucking me. Keep making me productive.”
She throws one hand back, fingers curling loosely at your thigh and begs: “Slap my ass, please.”
You do, full force. And her ass ripples in the aftermath. She screams, a wild, fucked-out sound that sends your cock twitching hard inside her.
“Harder,” she moans, arching her back, tilting her ass up, presenting it to you.
You deliver again, harder, the sting spreading across your palm. She pushes back against the impact, crying out louder, cunt dripping down her thighs even though you’re nowhere near touching it. Her hole clenches and releases around you with every slap, like her body wants it even while she’s barely holding herself up.
“Oh my god, it’s so much,” she whimpers, her arms giving out so she collapses down onto her elbows. Her big round ass is still tilted up for you, spreading as you hammer inside. She bites down on her lip until her eyes roll back, then suddenly, one trembling hand slips down beneath her body. You see her fingers brush against her swollen pussy.
“Look at you,” you say, watching the blurred motion of her hand. “Can’t even keep your hands off yourself while I’m wrecking your ass. You really are a slut, Natty.”
Her moan is loud and broken the second her fingers push over her clit, voice melting into something needy.
“Shut up! Just keep fucking me. I can’t... I can’t,” she whines, her other hand fisting into the sheets. “I can’t believe I’m about to cum like this.”
Your cock throbs inside her at the confession, and you slam harder, the wet slap of your hips beating in time with her hurried little circles on her clit.
“You’re really gonna cum from my cock in your ass?” you groan, digging your fingers into the fat of her hips and pulling her back into every thrust. “That tight little hole squeezing the shit out of me, and your big fucking ass bouncing on my dick. Fuck, you look perfect on all fours for me, even slutty with your hand rubbing your pussy like that.”
“Fuck, yes...” she whimpers, her glasses slipping right down her face, finally falling onto the sheets. “I gonna cum with your dick in my ass, I’m so fucking close...”
You grip her waist harder, fucking her deeper, angle shifting so you’re hitting her with relentless thrusts. Each stroke makes her gasp louder, her voice shaking as her fingers speed up on her own clit.
“That asshole’s mine now. And you’re gonna cum on my cock stuffed in there. You hear me?”
Her thighs shake under her, legs spread wide as she desperately works her pussy while you savour her moans. The sight is perfect: her soaked cunt drooling down her hand, juices painting her thighs as you destroy her ass from behind. Her body can’t decide which direction to give itself to, so she’s twitching, falling apart in both places at the same time.
“Fuuuuck, it’s too much, I’m losing it,” she sobs into the mattress. “Oh god, it’s so tight! It feels so fucking good... I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it, I can’t-”
You keep pounding, hips smacking loudly against her thick ass, keeping the pace brutal and unrelenting, sweat dripping down your back and chest as you drive deeper into her gripping hole.
“Cum on my cock like a fucking slut,” you groan, watching her arch her back in response, trembling all over. “Fucking do it, Natty; show me how messy you get with my dick ripping your ass open.”
She’s right on the edge, her body seizing up every time you sink balls-deep, her asshole gripping you like a vice, her pussy dripping onto her palm. Tears well in her eyes from the overwhelming stretch, from the shame and the pleasure twisting into each other until she’s gasping like she’s drowning. She’s right there: about to explode with your cock slamming her ass and her own fingers grinding her pussy raw.
“More! Oh my god, give me more! Stretch my ass! Fuck, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, it feels so fucking good...”
Your cock twitches inside her, dragged by the heat of her words, the way her hole clenches every time she begs. You can barely breathe out your groan as you slam harder, faster, your hand landing with a hard smack across her cheek, making her ass ripple as you growl down at her.
“Yeah? You love me stretching your little asshole open like this? Love my cock tearing it up?”
“Yes!” she screams, shoving her ass back for more, taking every brutal thrust you give her. “You’re fucking me so good! I can’t- I can’t even think right now.”
“I’m gonna cum in your ass,” you growl, the rhythm of your hips hard, relentless, determined. “I’m gonna fill it so deep you’ll be leaking me for days.”
Her whole body stiffens at that promise, and she lets out the filthiest moan you’ve ever heard, shivering under you like she’s about to break apart. Her hand falters on her pussy as she jerks her head back, hair wild, spit dripping from her open mouth.
“Yes-yes! Do it, fill me up, pleaseI want it so bad,” she wails. “Cum with me, please, cum in my ass, I need it!”
And goddamn, the pleading only makes you harder, your cock swelling inside her tight little rim, your breath catching hard in your chest. You slap her ass again, harder, and again, leaving your handprint burning red on her skin.
“Keep begging me,” you snarl, driven half-mad by how she’s milking you already. “Say it again. Beg me to cum in your ass.”
“Fill me with cum! Oh fuck yes! please cum with me, ruin my ass, I want it so bad, please, do it, cum inside me!”
You lose it. The pace of your thrusts is violent, punishing, your hips slamming harder and faster, determined to wreck her ass until she breaks completely. You’re moaning now too, mixing with her high-pitched cries.
“F-fuck, I’m so close, Natty. Oh my god, your ass, your slutty ass is choking me, milking my cock. I can’t hold it.”
"Yes! Yes, cum inside me, please!" she screams, her hand working frantically between her legs, rubbing her clit in desperate circles. "I'm gonna cum, I'm right there. Fill me up, we'll cum together, please! I need to feel your cum in my ass!"
You shove all the way in to the hilt, grinding so deep her ass cheeks mash against your hips, your balls pressed tight against her dripping pussy. The tight vice of her asshole clenches down and it rips everything out of you.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming!" you roar and your entire body goes rigid.
The first thick rope of cum explodes deep inside her ass, flooding her with heat. The sensation makes her moan loudly, her whole body seizing up violently. She cums at the exact same moment, her asshole clamping down on your cock with brutal force while her pussy gushes all over her hand. Her body jerks and spasms completely out of control.
"Ohhhhh, oh my god! It's so hot! There's so much cum, I can feel it filling me up! Oh fuuuuck!"
You're still cumming, groaning into her sweaty back as rope after rope of thick, hot cum pumps deep into her ass. It feels endless, like you're pouring everything you have inside her. Her asshole is milking you relentlessly, squeezing and pulsing, pulling every last drop from your cock.
"Keep cumming," she whimpers. "Fill my ass, give me all of it. I want every fucking drop."
Your hips stutter forward involuntarily, grinding deeper, forcing more cum inside her. Her ass is so full that it starts leaking out around your cock, thick white streams dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets.
"God, Natty," you pant, barely able to form words. "Your ass feels so fucking good. You're squeezing me so tight, milking my cock dry."
"I can feel it," she moans, her whole body trembling. "I can feel your cum so deep inside me, it's so warm. It feels so fucking good, don't stop, please don't stop."
Another wave hits you, not as strong but still intense, pumping more cum into her already overflowing ass. She cries out again, her hand still working her clit, prolonging her own orgasm until she's shaking uncontrollably beneath you.
"Oh fuck, I'm still cumming," she sobs. "Your cum inside me is making me cum again, I can't stop, I can't fucking stop!"
You groan as her asshole clenches down even harder, somehow finding the strength to squeeze you tighter. It pulls one last spurt from you, and finally, finally, you start to come down from the high. Your body sags against hers, both of you panting and shaking, completely wrecked.
"Don't move," she begs suddenly. She reaches back with a weak, trembling hand to grip your thigh. "Please, don't pull out yet. Leave it inside me. I don't want to lose this feeling yet. Just stay."
You collapse forward, pressing your chest against her slick, sweaty back, your arms wrapping around her middle to hold her tight. Your cock buried deep in her ass, twitching occasionally with aftershocks, cum leaking steadily around your shaft and dripping messily down her ass and thighs.
"I'm not going anywhere," you murmur against her shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to her damp skin.
She lets out a shaky, breathless laugh, her whole body still trembling beneath you. "This," she moans, "this was the best sex of my entire fucking life. Holy shit."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she breathes, turning her head slightly to look back at you with glazed, satisfied eyes. "Nothing has ever felt like this. Your cock in my ass, your cum filling me up so deep. I'm going to feel this for days."
"Good," you murmur. "I want you to remember this every time you sit down."
She laughs again, the sound turning into a soft moan when your cock twitches inside her. "Trust me, I won't be able to forget even if I wanted to."
You stay like that for a long moment, both of you catching your breath, bodies pressed together, your cock still buried in her ass as the cum continues to leak out slowly. The room smells like sex and sweat, the sheets beneath you completely soaked. Neither of you moves, too exhausted and too satisfied to do anything but hold each other in the aftermath.
Her ass twitches around your cock again, squeezing possessively as if her body refuses to let go. She closes her eyes and keeps moaning softly, savoring the warmth of your cum filling her.
“I can’t believe how good this feels,” she murmurs weakly. “My ass, stuffed with your dick and your cum... nothing’s ever felt like this before.”
Sweat cools sticky on your skin, your chest pressed into her back, both your bodies stuck together in filth. Finally, you let out a exhale and slowly start easing your cock from her tight grip. Natty gasps as the head pops free, her whole ass trembling, her hips sagging down instantly like all strength just broke away.
You spread her ass cheeks with both hands, watching the thick load you left in her asshole slowly leak out, trickling down between her swollen thighs. It’s so much it looks like she’s overflowing. You groan at the sight and smack her ass lightly, making the cum drip faster.
“That was... fuck,” she breathes. “That was really, really good.”
You stand, still catching your breath. “Well, I think that’s about enough carnage for tonight,” you say casually, starting to look for your clothes, “we can call it a night.”
She twists her head to glare at you, urgently putting back the glasses. “Wait, what? No aftercare? Are you serious right now?”
You arch a brow, smirking. “You actually want aftercare?”
“Of course I want it, asshole,” she huffs, shifting on the sheets but immediately groaning, not moving another inch. “You destroyed my ass, I literally can’t even get up. If you leave me like this, Monday I’m filing an HR complaint.”
Your laugh as you crawl back onto the bed, settling down next to her. You brush sweaty hair away from her face and kiss her, just a quick little peck against those swollen lips before you rest a palm on her ass. “Fine, fine. I can stick around a bit longer... but don’t get used to it. And definitely don’t start falling in love with me.”
Her laugh comes quick. “Ha! Yeah right. There’s no way I’d ever fall in love with a guy like you.”
You inch closer until your faces almost touch, noses brushing. “Is that so?” you murmur. “Why not?”
She presses quick little teasing kisses against your mouth while listing them off, one after another against your lips.
“You’re cocky.” Kiss.
“You have no filter.” Kiss.
“You're competitive to the point of being unbearable.” Kiss.
“And you literally just left me half-paralyzed with a dick in my ass.” Longer kiss
The kisses string together until she pauses, her breath tickling your cheek, and then her gaze changes, becoming something more tender, you would even say shy (if you didn't know her as you do).
“Hey... wanna take a quick shower with me?”
You don't even have to think about it. “I’m in.”
She reaches her hand up toward you weakly. “Good. Then you’re also helping me get up, because my legs aren’t working.”
You chuckle, sliding your arm under her body and hauling her up gently, earning another squeal that twists into a laugh as she leans against you for balance.
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You walk through the door at exactly 8:47, coffee in hand, same monotonous office Monday; except for the way your eyes find her immediately across the room. It's instinct now, like your body knows exactly where to look. Natty's at her desk across the open floor plan, glasses perched perfectly on her nose, hair tied back in that sleek ponytail that somehow makes her look both professional and dangerously hot. You notice that Natty is sitting a little oddly today, slightly tilted to the side, different from her usual perfect posture, and you know exactly why. She's tapping away on her screen, focused, that little crease between her eyebrows showing up like it always does when she's concentrating.
You're halfway to your desk when she must sense you staring because her eyes flick up suddenly, locking onto yours with superhuman precision. Her brow arches immediately, that suspicious look settling on her face like she's caught you red-handed doing something you shouldn't be doing.
"What?" she mouths silently across the room, feigning annoyance even though there's something else flickering in her eyes.
You can't help but grin, shrugging casually like you weren't just mentally replaying Friday night in vivid detail. You break eye contact first, heading toward your seat while trying to look like a normal human being and not someone who spent the weekend thinking about how she looked with your cum dripping down her ass.
You settle into your chair, boot up your computer, and try to focus on the mountain of emails waiting for you. But throughout the morning, you can feel it. Her eyes. Every now and then, you catch her glancing over in your direction, quick little looks that she thinks you don't notice. But you do. You notice every single one.
Around 10:30, you're both in the break room at the same time. She's pouring coffee, you're grabbing a muffin from the sad little basket they keep stocked. Neither of you says anything, but when she walks past you, her hand brushes against your lower back. Just for a second. So quick that anyone watching would think it was an accident.
But it wasn't.
By afternoon, you're both sitting across from each other in the small meeting room. The door is closed, giving you a little privacy from the rest of the office. She's got her laptop open, glasses sliding down her nose slightly as she reviews something on the screen.
She adjusts her glasses with one finger, tapping her pen against her notes. "Honestly, this report doesn't flow at all," she says, flipping a page with more force than necessary. "There's no narrative, no cohesion. It feels like you wrote this half-asleep."
You lean back in your chair, arms crossed, looking completely unimpressed. "Yeah, that's nice, but I don't really feel like hearing your critique right now."
"Excuse you,” she murmurs, eyes narrowing, “this is work. We have a deadline."
"I'm aware."
"Then maybe you should take it more seriously."
You smirk, leaning slightly closer across the table until that delicious tension crackles back to life between you. "Maybe I'll be in the mood to hear your criticisms later tonight. At my apartment."
Her brow shoots up instantly, pen freezing mid-tap. "Since when do you like taking work home with you?"
You don't answer immediately. Instead, you slide your hand under the table, smooth and slow, finding her thigh beneath her pencil skirt. The fabric is soft under your palm. She flinches at the contact but doesn't stop you, her jaw tightening as she bites into the inside of her cheek to stay composed. Your fingers settle there, thumb tracing a small circle against her skin.
You look her dead in the eyes, holding her gaze without blinking. "Since Friday night. When I realized just how interesting work with you can actually get."
For a second, she doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. Then the corner of her lips twitches, fighting a smile. She looks down at the papers scattered between you, laughs lightly under her breath, then snaps her folder shut with a decisive click.
"You're such an idiot," she exclaims, almost laughing, playing hard to get, but she's not fooling anyone. Not you, at least.
She stands up abruptly, gathering her papers and straightening them against the table with more care than necessary. She doesn't pull your hand away from her thigh until the very last second, and when she finally does, it's slow. Lingering. Her fingers brush against yours deliberately before she steps back.
"I'll think about it," she tosses over her shoulder as if it's no big deal, walking toward the door with that confident stride that makes her hips sway just right.
You watch her go, eyes tracing every movement. The way her skirt hugs her curves, the confident tilt of her chin, the way her ponytail swings with each step. Halfway through the doorway, she pauses. Glances back. Catches your eyes again with that sly, knowing smile before disappearing into the hallway.
You lean back in your chair, that smirk tugging deeper at your lips. Your hand is still warm from where it touched her thigh. She's going to say yes. You can already see it in the way she looked at you, in that smile, in the way she didn't pull away when you touched her.
Yeah. She's definitely going to say yes.
