Beneath The Desk, Part 1
She was making a cup of coffee when she heard her roommate sigh in frustration. What was he on about now? The man was always stressing himself out. He worked more than he should. She’d told him so, several times, too. She watched with impatience as the kettle slowly boiled. The one thing she didn’t have most days, was patience for inanimate things. Humans? An unending amount of patience, anything else? Fuck it.
She thought she heard a string of curses coming from the shared office down the hall. Rolling her eyes, she made two cups of coffee instead of one. Adding a bit of rum to one, she carried the mugs to the office. He sat with his back to her, clicking and typing away to who knew what. Probably on that damn bird platform again, what was it called? Twitterpated? Or something? She came up beside him and held the mug out.
“Here,” she muttered. He looked up in surprise. “What?” one eyebrow raised, she wondered what he was so confused about. It was just a coffee.
“Nothing,” he replied taking the cup, he sipped some, a very male humm coming from his mouth. She couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips, he did sound wonderful when he drank coffee.
“Thank you, for the coffee,” he rotated his head some, tension was obviously a problem for him that morning. He rubbed the back of his neck, she sighed, setting her coffee down she went up behind him.
“Move,” she demanded, taking control of the massage, her hands kneading his neck and shoulders. He made a rumbling noise, straight from his chest. Biting her bottom lip she did her best to not think about how that noise was seductive as fuck. She’d long had a secret crush on the man beneath her hands. Not that she would ever tell him, he was cocky enough as it was.
“Better?” she asked after a few minutes, letting her hands slide down his shoulders, then stepping to the side to resume drinking her own coffee.
“Yes, thanks,” he looked up at her with a strange expression. She wrinkled her nose, wondering what his problem was.
“What? Coffee on my shirt?” she looked down, inspecting the snoopy tee that she was sporting. She hadn’t changed out of her pajamas yet.
“Nothing,” he muttered before turning back to his PC. Her brows drew together as she tried to figure out what was happening. She blew out a breath of frustration, the man was annoying sometimes.
“If you’re going to be here, at least be useful,” he muttered.
She choked on her coffee, the nerve of the man. Hadn’t she just spent three minutes of her own time trying to help him relax some? Maybe she hadn’t done enough. Effort was something she always prided herself in, so if he wanted her to be useful, well she could take him up on the challenge.
“You need a better distraction,” she told him, she sat her coffee down, making sure that he was paying attention as she got to her hands and knees.
“Woman, just what the hell are you doin-” he was cut off as she was beneath the desk, her hands on his thighs. He was wearing grey joggers, they fit him snugly, and she wasn’t one to complain about how they were molded to his well-muscled thighs. Silent, he waited, anticipation and curiosity rolling off of him.
“You said to be useful,” she said naughtily, her nails going down his thighs some, she heard him groan some, fuck that sound went straight to her own core. He made room between his legs for her, she ran her hands up to the waist of his sweats. She could plainly see the bulge in front of her face, well, that was quick.
Her fingers snagged in the waist of his pants, tugging some. She licked her lips as he lifted his hips up off of the chair, allowing her to slip them down. She pushed the sweats to the floor, leaving him in black, boxer briefs. She watched his cock twitch beneath the thin fabric. God, she needed that in her mouth. Now. This had started as a challenge but now, now her mouth was watering for his cock. His quietness intrigued her as well, he was such a vocal person most of the time.
Instead of just whipping it out, she decided to tease him first. She wrapped her mouth around the black cotton, taking him into her mouth through the cloth. His groan made her clit pulse, she pulled back to look up at him from beneath the desk for a moment. He was watching her intently. She kept eye contact with him as she slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped her hand firmly around his cock. His intake of breath, and growl that followed, made her squirm.
Pulling his cock fully out made her eyes dart down to take in the thickness of him. All she wanted was to taste him in that moment. With one hand she guided his cock into her mouth, keeping the hand at the base as she let her tongue dart out to lick the tip. Her lips molded around the head, she played with just the head in her mouth, her tongue teasing, she wanted to drive him wild before giving in.
Her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently as she bobbed her head up and down his dick lightly. Never putting much pressure at first. When he began growling she stopped in the middle of removing her mouth, instead of pulling him out from between her lips, she forced herself to take him in further until his cock was hitting the back of her throat. The guttural sound that escaped his mouth drove her to pull him all of the way out of her mouth before forcing herself to take him down to the hilt, her throat full of his cock.
His hand dropped onto her head, helping her get a rhythm that he enjoyed, her clit pulsed with need, knowing that he was enjoying himself. Her moan around his thickness made him buck a bit, shoving his cock unexpectedly deeper, and she began choking some. Hearing her, he moaned himself, deep and feral, but he released her head, allowing her to withdraw and look up at him with swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
Part 2, coming soon….
