He groans as I rip his pants down his legs. When they get stuck near his shoes, I discard those as well, leaving him in only his socks and bare from the waist down.
He’s still wearing his ironed button-up shirt and tie.
He looks fucking ridiculous.
Ridiculously perfect.
“Littering too,” he rasps as I fall to my knees and place his thighs on my shoulders. “You’re bad for the environment.”
My hands go to his waist, and I drag him to the edge of the desk, pulling his balls up and exposing him to me.
I see his pink, tight hole, dripping wet, smelling like the best-kept secret.
“Oh, you fucking tease,” I grunt as I lean forward and inhale. My tongue leaves my mouth and laps at that wet rim until I drag it up his crack, his balls, and up the underside of his dick.
My throat rumbles at the taste, and he swears.
“Indecency too,” he moans as his hands find my hair, dragging me further onto his dick.
I pull him down my throat, holding him there before sliding off and doing it all over again.
As my head bobs, I push two fingers inside of him, feeling how wet he is. It’s thick and dripping, and I want to bend down and consume it, but not yet. Not until he comes first.
Then I can feast.
My fingers work in tandem with my mouth, making him writhe on his desk, pens and pencils spilling onto the ground, papers fluttering this way and that. But I don’t stop. I just bringhim to the edge until he tumbles over it, his cum splashing against my tongue as he twitches and jerks.
His fingers loosen in my hair, and I let his dick fall from my mouth.
Our eyes meet, and he moans again.
“I’m not done with you.”
“You’re terrible. The worst employee.”
I say nothing as I stand up and flip him over, his face on the tabletop, his ass right in front of my face.
I kneel again and spread him open. His hole spasms under my gaze.
“What are you gonna do to me?”
I reach between his legs and pull his cock free of the desk, right where I can see it. It’s still half hard, his need something palpable. Something I can feel.
“You’re going to come again, Mr. Wren. And then you’re going to apologize for trying to write me up.”
With that, I slide my tongue into him, licking him slowly and methodically until he grows frantic.
“Oh my fuck. Oh my gods!” He’s fucking back against my face as I eat his ass. He tastes fucking wonderful, and his whines of pleasure are even better. I can’t believe he doesn’t have people lined up around the block to eat him out.
Fuck, I’d be first in line.
“Public indecency,” he manages to say between moans, and I huff a laugh as I tug on his aching cock.
He’s rocking back and forth, the whole desk moving as I continue to feast.
And when his cock jerks in my hand, his cum landing on the floor between my legs, I stuff my tongue into him once more. I groan into his ass as I pull my cock out and stroke it hard and fast until my release joins his.
“That—” his throat clicks, “—never again.”
