The Colleague

I follow him, aware he has left a fair bit of distance between us. Doesn’t he want anyone to see us together?

He stops by a washroom, pushing the door open with his hand before gesturing for me to go through.

“What if someone is there?!” I gasp, my voice shaking.

“Then they’re in for a good show, right?”

When he drawls his words out like that, I decide I would fuck him in front of the entire company if that’s what it would take.

I am nervous and excited, especially when I stand in front of him as he shifts me so that I am against the sink.

His eyes burn into mine, and as he dips his head down, I close my eyes, preparing for the onslaught that will be his kisses.

His soft lips move against mine, and a quiet moan leaves my lips when his hand brushes across my nipple.

I can feel his excitement through his jeans, and I squeal when he lifts me onto the counter, his tongue smashing against mine in a battle of lust.

My hands are in his hair as he tugs me toward him, his hands cupping my ass as I groan into his delectable mouth.

“Fuck, Tor,” he moans into my ear before burying his face in my neck.

My heart skips a beat, and I pull his mouth to mine, kissing him greedily.

My hands are tugging at his shirt, and he laughs against my lips when my fingers trace his hard back muscles.

I hear his belt unbuckle, and I wrap my legs around his waist, desperate to feel him inside of me. The belt hits the floor first, followed by his jeans, his hands dancing up my skirt until he inhales sharply.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

“Promises, promises.” I smirk, watching as he slides a condom on. I’m coaxed toward the end of the counter as he pushes himself into me without warning, making me cry out and sink my nails into his neck.

He is big, and he is relentless, a deadly combination. Our lips collide as he slams into me, and I desperately try to maintain my grip on the counter, sliding off repeatedly as he growls with frustration.

He pulls out, and I glare at him before he helps me down, whirling me around so that I’m facing the mirror above the sink.

He lifts my skirt over my waist and slides my underwear down my legs, pulls them off, and then he buries his face in them.

His eyes darken before he stuffs them in his shirt pocket, then jabs his cock against my slick entrance.

I’m gazing at myself in the mirror when he re-enters me, and my eyes widen before rolling back in my head.

My head falls forward before he yanks it back up, his hand clutching my hair in a fist so that my face is turned toward his.

His tongue moves to my mouth, our moans filling the air as he slams into me, my hips bucking onto him to create the most delicious slapping sound.

He is using my hair as leverage now, and I’m so close to exploding around him.

As though he knows, he releases me, increasing his speed as he watches me in the mirror, our eyes locking as our bodies meet in a frenzy of orgasms and lust.

We’re both gasping, and as reality sets in, I stand upright, turning to him to hold my hand out for my underwear. He smirks at me before pointing at his cock.

“Earn them,” he commands as he slides the condom off, tossing it into the waste basket beside us. His cock is slick with cum, and I nod with understanding.

I sink to my knees, the cold floor shocking my skin as I take him in my mouth. He grunts with appreciation, his hands on my head as he pumps in and out of my mouth, his cock still hard from fucking me.

I begin to panic someone might come in, but there’s no way I can stop this, his balls grazing my chin as I swallow his cock.

I feel the vein beneath his cock begin to throb, and experience tells me he is about to cum into my mouth. I continue with my current pace, gazing up at him as his face contorts with lust.

“Swallow every drop.”

Again, another command. This time his load shoots out, hitting the back of my throat as he grunts and groans, causing me to swallow repeatedly, gulping down every drop as he ordered me to.

When he is done, I lick his cock clean, lapping it all up as he shakes his head with a smirk on his face.

He helps me to my feet, unballing my underwear as he kneels down, helping my trembling legs back into them before dragging them up, his lips buried in my pussy, inhaling deeply.

He dresses himself, chuckling when I close my eyes in disbelief.

“Well,” I whisper, turning to check out my reflection. My eye makeup is now running down my cheeks, and my lips are swollen and puffy.

His hands wrap around my waist just as the door opens. He begins to kiss my throat softly, continuing as though no one else is there. “That was—”

“The beginning, I hope,” he murmurs into my ear, his lips meeting mine when I turn toward him. Once again, we are kissing, and I’m soon back on the counter, my legs wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepens.

I’m vaguely aware of the door closing, but I’m beyond caring.

“Why don’t you take me home, Vince?” I ask breathlessly as he laughs softly in my ear.

“Anything you say, Tor.”