Releasing Tension at the Office
With help from my seductive business partner
“Looks like you could use a drink.”
I jerk up to find Antoine standing before my desk, a coffee mug in each hand. I’d been massaging my temples, taking a break from staring at the screen so the words would quit blurring together.
“You caught me,” I say.
It’s already past five o'clock, but we’re both stuck here for at least another two hours. He hands the coffee over and I take a deep drink. It’s got the perfect amount of hazelnut creamer.
“Thanks so much,” I say. “Not exactly the type of drink I want at this hour, but it’s what I need.”
“Some wine, perhaps?” He sinks into one of the plush chairs in front of my desk, sipping from his cup.
“Fuck yes. But much harder to catch my typos that way.”
“Harder to get clients when I’m slurring my sales pitch over the phone.” He cracks a wide grin.
“I have a feeling you’d do okay,” I reply. He looks down and smirks, acting all humble about his talent. I feel that telltale flutter in my chest and the warmth between my legs that goes with it as I take him in.
The knot of his red-and-black striped tie is loose at his neck, the first two buttons of his dark grey shirt undone. His close-shaved beard is perfectly trimmed, contrasting his tousled brown hair.
I know he’s been raking his hand through it constantly on talks to potential clients, and the hardworking, hot-mess look he’s got going is doing more for me than I’d like to admit.
“You’ve been on calls non-stop from eight a.m. to now. I swear, this must be your first break, and you’re spending it taking care of me.”
He’s getting more clients than our small firm can handle, which is actually a good problem to have — especially with the state of the world today. Businesses are relying more and more on digital communications, and we’re busier than we’ve ever been.
“I got a few new start-ups today. They’ll need web content written ASAP.”
“I bet you did.” I smile despite the mountain of work that’s building. More work means our business is growing. It was the plan all along.
I rub the back of my neck, which has been aching for the last hour or so. Antoine cocks his head as he watches me trying to work out the kinks. “At the rate of assignments you’ve got in line, we’ll need to find a good freelance writer soon.”
“I think you’re right about that.” I turn to my screen, sighing. It’s full of images of sex toys — one of the more interesting clients I’ve gotten to write for lately. But writing sensual descriptions for thrusting vibrators and silky silicone clit massagers is getting me a little too hot, and far too distracted to be productive.
Suddenly, I feel a pair of strong hands on my shoulders.
I jump at the touch, but as he starts to work his magic, I feel my upper body relax. My first instinct is to tell him to stop. His touch feels too warm, too good, and I’ve been craving it for too long.
As his fingertips trace the nape of my hairline, I sigh. I’m so relaxed and turned on at the same time. His touch on my skin zaps electricity to all the places of my body I should be ignoring right now.
“Antoine — ” I start to call him off. Ever since we started working together, I worried my attraction to him would cause problems.
He leans down and whispers, “Let me just kiss you.” His lips brush my earlobe as he gives his request, sending a shiver across my shoulders. His lips are so soft, contrasting the roughness of his beard as it grazes the sensitive spot behind my ear.
Shit.
Now I know it’s not just my feelings of attraction that’s going to cause problems. I’ve longed to fuck this man for months and have been doing everything in my power not to show it.
But now that I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual…it seems impossible to resist.
I turn to look at him, biting my lip as I meet his hungry gaze head-on. “I’m not sure it’ll be good for business.”
“It’ll be good for you,” he says, leaning closer. Our lips are almost touching when he says, “You’re the heart and soul of this place. And what you need now is a release. Let me help you out.”
He cups my cheek in his hand, his thumb rubbing my skin. He’s waiting patiently, allowing me to make the move.
“Fuck it.”
I press my lips to his, and he comes alive the moment I give him the go-ahead. He tugs at my high ponytail, tilts my head back, and deepens our kiss. He’s still standing, hovering over me as I sit, and as he explores my mouth with his tongue, his free hand roams down my neck, touches my breasts, and finds its way under my skirt.
I moan into his mouth and spread my thighs wider at his touch. He rubs me gently over my lace thong, massaging my clit through the fabric. At the same time, he yanks my hair so that my head tilts to the side and kisses my neck.
“Mmm…yes,” I whisper. “Ah!” I gasp loudly when I feel teeth on my skin. The small bit of pain shoots straight down to my swelling clit, and in response, I tilt my hips up, trying my best to grind against his hand from a seated position.
“Too hard?” he asks, pausing to check on me.
“No,” I breathe out. I consider how to word what I want to say next. “I like it that way,” I tell him. “I like it a little rough. And I like you in control. At least, when it comes to this type of business. Work is a different story, of course.”
He chuckles as he kneels in front of me, turning my spinning desk chair so that I’m facing him. He pushes the hem of my black skirt up and presses my thighs apart, as wide as my chair will allow.
“These are nice,” he says, rubbing his hands along the tops of my thigh-highs. I’m a busy woman and I don’t put a ton of time and effort into my wardrobe. A nice blouse, a basic skirt, and black pumps are my go-to.
But I love wearing thigh-high stockings. They always make me feel like I have a little sexy secret.
“Thanks,” I whisper. But he seems distracted now. I follow his gaze between my legs, where he seems mesmerized by the dark wet spot that has appeared on the crotch of my underwear.
“You’re as aroused as I am,” he says. He looks back up. “I want to taste you.”
I look at my office door, which is open just a crack. It’s the end of the day, and most of our small crew is working remotely because of the pandemic. There still could be an ambitious college intern or two lurking around though.
Antoine is good at reading people, even over the phone, and he can read me like a book. He stands, quietly shuts the door, then gets back in his spot, nestled between my legs.
His movements are precise, yet controlled. I’ve noticed it before, the way he moves. Like a careful and coordinated hunter.
And I love the feeling of being hunted.
He roughly throws my legs apart, and I watch as his lips descend between them. He tastes me through the fabric of my panties first, his tongue gently teasing at the wet spot of my arousal.
I can feel the bristle of his beard poking through the lace, the short-trimmed hairs scratching the sensitive skin of my labia in a delicious way.
He presses his tongue against the fabric and massages my clit through it. The sensation is incredible, even with my underwear still on. I’m so hot by now I’m pretty sure I could come with just a few minutes of this teasing.
But I want more.
“Please, Antoine,” I beg him for it, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him harder against me.
His hands circle my wrists and he pins them on top of the chair’s armrests.
Antoine lifts his head from his work, looks at me, and arches a single eyebrow. “You want me to control you? To overpower you with pleasure, right?”
I nod, the thrill from his intensity causing me to get even wetter.
“Then you better leave those hands right the fuck where they are.”
Slowly, he unbuttons my cream-colored blouse, revealing my black bra. He pushes the cups down beneath my breasts, letting them spill out on top of the fabric.
He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it until it’s hard as a rock. He does the same with my other nipple and then sits back, staring at my chest.
My breasts move up and down with my quickening breath. My nipples are both hardened peaks, pink and glistening with his saliva.
“You’re…very captivating,” he says, running his fingertips over my nipples and pinching them gently. My head falls back against my chair as the pleasure runs from my breasts directly to my core.
He kisses me then, and I taste myself on his tongue. He places a hand around my throat and squeezes gently. I gasp at the heady feeling.
“Hmm, you like that?” he says, tightening his grip on my throat ever so slightly.
“Yes,” I say under my breath. I clench the armrests of the chair, willing myself not to run my fingers through his hair like I want to do.
“Don’t you dare move them,” he warns.
He reaches under my skirt and tugs on my panties. Finally. I lift my ass so he can pull them down, past the tops of my stockings. I wait for him to bring them down to my ankles so I can kick them away, but he leaves them right above my knees.
I stretch the fabric and spread my legs as far apart as I can, yearning for his mouth on the smooth skin of my shaved pussy.
He ducks under the fabric of my panties and lifts my thighs on top of his shoulders, tilting me back in my ergonomically designed chair.
He eases a finger inside me, then another, and fucks me gently as he takes my throbbing clit between his lips.
He sucks, licks, and flicks my most sensitive part, all the while fucking me with his fingers.
When my juices and his saliva start running down me, he removes his fingers to lick me all the way from the bottom of my slit to the top of my clit.
He moves his mouth back down again, pushing his tongue inside my pussy and swirling it around as his wet fingers rub my clit a little harder and faster.
“Fuck — fuck…I’m going to come.” I’m dangerously close to the edge now. I’ve been so tense, so uptight from the stress of work. And now I have one of my most intense fantasies coming true.
Only Antoine’s mouth is better in real life than anything I’d been cooking up in my imagination with my vibrator at home. He knows exactly how to play my body.
He fucks me with his fingers again, pushing upward toward my clit as his tongue zeroes in on it. As I get closer, I cross my legs behind his neck and squeeze my thighs against his ears, his head trapped between my dripping wet pussy and my panties behind him.
“Yes, that — don’t stop…don’t…” My words break as I thrust into his face, gripping the armrests tightly with my hands and using them for leverage. I open my mouth wide and moan with every thrust, until I feel the tight muscles in my pussy start to spasm.
I try to quiet my moan as an immense release works its way through my entire body. As I come hard, I feel a gush of liquid pleasure gliding down my smooth skin and onto his face and beard.
I don’t squirt often, but when I do, it’s a phenomenal orgasm that seems to go deeper inside of me than any other kind.
He wipes his face with the back of his hand, stands, and unbuckles his belt.
My legs are still trembling.
“Stand up,” he says quietly, taking my hand and helping me up. He removes his tie and places it around my neck, tightening the knot at the base of my throat.
With the effects of my orgasm still making my legs feel like jello, the gentle choking is practically euphoric. My eyes flutter to the back of my head as I reach down and feel for his cock.
When I realize how hard and thick and long it is, I look down.
“Eating me out got you this hard?” I ask. When I rub my thumb over the tip of his cock, it becomes slick with his pre-cum. I glide my thumb underneath the head, and he takes in a sharp breath.
“Yes,” he replies. He takes his wallet from his pocket, removes a condom, and goes about the business of wrapping himself up. “You taste fucking amazing.”
I smirk at him, but before I can say anything more, he’s behind me, pushing me down and bending me over my desk.
He gently slides his tie around my neck. When I feel the ends of the silk brushing my back, he takes them in his hand and wraps them around his wrist, just once.
I moan and arch my back, pushing my ass into his cock.
The very same second he pulls the tie tight against my throat, he buries his cock deep inside my pussy in one fluid motion.
He fucks me hard, just how I need it. I push back against his thrusts, wanting it harder, deeper, wanting to be closer to him.
He pulls back on the tie and reaches around in front of me, his hands gripping my breasts as he fucks my into oblivion.
I’m loving every single moment and being very vocal about my satisfaction.
Fuck if the interns can hear it.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry as he pounds into me. His hand moves from my breasts down to my clit, thrumming it as best he can as we bang against the edge of the desk. He’s coaxing me to come again.
It doesn’t take long at all.
As I take his thick cock over and over, I feel the walls of my pussy start to clench around it. He grunts loudly in response, and the noise of his excitement pushes me over the edge.
I come again at the same time he does. He has his mouth pressed against the side of my neck, groaning his release into my skin and pushing his cock as far inside me as it will go.
“Fuck,” he says as he catches his breath. “You wouldn’t believe how amazing your pussy feels.”
“Oh, it feels pretty amazing from my end.” I smile. “Because of how thoroughly well you’ve fucked it.”
We stay there like that for a few moments, me leaning on top of the desk and his long arms wrapped around me.
Suddenly, the sound of an incoming email breaks the silence. We both turn our heads as the ping of the notification fills the air.
I twist my body slightly so I can reach my keyboard, typing out a quick response with Antoine still inside me.
He laughs in my ear. “I think you’ve earned a break by now,” he says.
“I like to stay on top of things,” I say.
He yanks the tie after I hit send so that I’m forced to stand up straight, my back against his chest. He kisses my neck hard, marking me again with his teeth. Suddenly, I feel ready for round two.
“Let’s try that then,” he whispers. “You. On top of me. Now.”
He lets go of me, sits down in the chair, and, before I climb on top of him, I shut off my computer.
This story is part of Sexual Espresso, a weekly column published here at Sexual Tendencies.