Under My Boss's Desk - Under Him

My need and desire for him are so obvious, it feels unfair.

“I want to see you, too,” I tell him.

I feel so exposed and self-conscious this way, but not enough to stop. All I want is more of whatever feeling he has me feeling.

“My pleasure.”

He pushes back his chair too until I can see more of him. He looks back up again at me as his hands find the hem of what looks like pajama pants and lower them. My throat just about goes dry as his cock springs free.

Liam effing Thorne is hung!

And judging from how very hard it is, he clearly wants me just as much as I want him.

His cock stands tall and thick, springing to rest against his stomach. The head looks wider and thicker than the rest of it, and there is a thick vein running from the head to the base, making it look almost angry and so fucking hot.

There is something about him that feels primal and I can’t tear my eyes away. I lick my lips in anticipation, feeling a quiver run through my core. He licks his lips too, while his fingers wrap around the impressive width of his hard dick.

“Every time I saw you in those office skirts, I wanted to see you like this so badly,” he tells me.

His voice is so husky that I can’t help but let loose another shiver. I’m dripping so wet for him now that I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to.

Feeling empowered, I run my free index finger through my clit, then pause when he moves his fist from the tip of his cock to the base and back again. Call me crazy, but it almost feels like it is his cock and not my finger touching my pussy.

“Every time I saw you in the office, all I could think about is how you looked without a suit,” I confess.

There’ss a smirk on his lips as he tells me, “I have always wanted to see you in my house. My bed, my kitchen, on my dining table…”

He trails off.

“Was I going down on you in your kitchen? Because I have always wanted to know what you tasted li..”

“Don’t.” He interrupts me, “Don’t finish that sentence or I’ll lose all control right now.”

This time when his hand starts moving, it doesn’t stop. This time my finger does not stop moving, either, as I rub myself over and over again.

Pleasure, sharp and acute, shoots right through me as I bow slightly, giving into it. I am so wet that my fingers glide over that little nub of nerve again and again as I add my middle finger and keep rubbing just as he is stroking.

It feels almost like I have no control to whatever is taking over me as it builds and builds. I am helpless to look away at the scene of a tortured Liam in my screen as his lips part slightly and another groan falls from them.

I did that.

I made him like that.

We are staring at each other, caught in a single moment yet rushing towards an edge together.

“I need to see those fingers inside you, Anna.”

He is so filthy like this… and I am loving every fucking second of it.

“I’m close, Anna, please put them in.”

“Yes, Boss.”

This time when I slide my fingers over my folds, I slide them all the way. My eyes leave his to look at my fingers disappear inside myself. The sight is so hot that I feel a ripple through me.

My name comes out of his mouth in a shout so I look up to find his eyes between my legs and his back bowed as he cums. The second ripple comes as a surprise before I am hurtling head on into the best orgasm I have ever had.

I move my fingers out, then push them back in with my orgasm spearing through me over and over again. Vaguely, I can see Liam is still bowed as he says my name again and again, but I can’t find the voice to say anything as I ride after wave, after wave.

I come down from my orgasm high slowly, just as reality comes back in doses. His fingers are still covering his cock and he is breathing just as hard as I am breathing.

There is a glazed look in his eyes, just like I’m sure there is one in mine too. The difference is that while I am trying to figure out what just took over me, Liam has a big full-on smile on his face and he is looking at me with such an intense look I can’t place.

I don’t know why, but I let go of the crotch of my panties and rush to the laptop to end the call.

My libido is cooling down and now all I’m thinking of is my job.