Printer hums. Clicks echo across the open space. Coffee scent mixes with Firmin’s cologne. Sharp, musky. I sip my mug, eyes locked on him. Two desks away. He’s scrolling Grindr again. That app. Blew my mind last Friday at the café. Hot twinks. Endless cocks. Now, it’s Monday. Late. Most gone. Just us. And Chris coming.
Firmin glances up. Smirks. Flexes his pecs under that tight tee. ‘Still thinking about it, Chloé?’ His voice low. Door to conference room clicks open nearby. I nod. Heart races. ‘Show me more.’ He flips his phone. Matt’s pics. Blonde, ass out in a thong. Twenty-three. Student slut. But Chris first. Their buddy. Built like a god.
The Building Tension
Emails ping. I cross legs. Thighs rub. Wet already. Firmin texts. Chris replies: ETA 5 min. Tension coils. Looks dart. Open space empty. Lights dim. We slip into conference room. Door locks. Click. Solid. Table gleams. Chairs push back. Smell of stale coffee lingers. Firmin’s breath quickens. ‘You sure?’ I whisper, ‘Watch you get fucked. Yes.’
Chris bursts in. Keycard beep. Short. Muscled thighs in tight shorts. Sunglasses off. Grins. ‘Heard you wanna see.’ Stands over Firmin. Hands on hips. Bulge grows. I sit. Legs spread under table. Skirt hikes. Fingers tease lace.
Chris grabs Firmin’s waist. Pulls close. T-shirts off. Ripped torsos. Firmin’s smooth chest. Nipples hard. Chris’s abs carved. No hair. Primal. They kiss. Wet smacks. Tongues clash. Firmin moans. Hands roam. I gasp. Printer faint outside. World away.
Chris shoves Firmin down. On table. Ass up. Boxer yanked. Perfect cheeks part. Chris spits. Tongue dives in. Slurps loud. Firmin bucks. ‘Fuck, eat my hole.’ I circle clit. Slow. Breath hitches. Chris stands. Shorts drop. Cock springs. Thick. Veiny. Eight inches. Slaps Firmin’s face. ‘Suck it for her.’
The Explosive Release
Firmin obeys. Lips stretch. Gags deep. Saliva drips. Chris thrusts. Face-fucks rough. ‘Like that, slut?’ Firmin mumbles yes around meat. Eyes water. Meet mine. Shame. Lust. I moan. ‘Deeper, whore.’ Fingers plunge pussy. Soaked.
Chris yanks hair. Positions Firmin knees on chair. Facing me. Cock teases hole. Pushes. Inch by inch. Firmin howls. ‘Take it!’ Chris slams home. Balls slap. Table creaks. Rhythm builds. Fast. Brutal. Firmin’s cock leaks. Dangles. I cum first. Shuddering. Biting lip.
They switch. Firmin rides. Bounces. Ass swallows cock. Grunts fill room. Chris gropes pecs. Pinches. ‘Your turn?’ No. I watch. Second orgasm hits. Waves crash.
Chris roars. Pulls out. Strokes. Cum ropes across Firmin’s back. Hot splats. I lick drop off my arm. Salty. Firmin hard. Turns to me. Kisses deep. Tastes cock. We fuck quick. Condom on. He slides in. Gentle then fierce. I claw. Cum again. Screaming inside.
Phones buzz. Matt downstairs? Later. We wipe. Clothes straight. Perfume sprays. Coffee breath mints. Door unlocks. Click. Back to desks. Smiles. Meeting tomorrow. Like nothing. Adrenaline buzzes. Monday forever changed.