**Under the Desk**

I never thought things with Jessica from accounting would go this far. She’s the kind of woman who makes casual Fridays feel illegal—tight skirts, blouses that barely button, legs that just won’t quit. We’ve been flirting hard for weeks, lingering by the coffee machine, hands brushing when we pass files. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Today was different. I was finishing up a report at my desk when she strolled over, hips swaying, and leaned down like she was asking about a spreadsheet. Her cleavage was right at eye level, her perfume filling my space. “You’ve been working too hard,” she murmured, fingers trailing over my shoulder. Then, before I could respond, she dropped to her knees and disappeared under my desk.

My cock was hard before she even touched me. The office was quiet—just the hum of computers and distant keyboard taps—but my pulse was pounding in my ears. She unzipped my pants with one hand, her breath warm through the fabric of my boxers. “Jessica…” I hissed, but she just grinned up at me, those full lips parting as she hooked her fingers into my waistband and tugged.

My dick sprang free, already leaking. She didn’t waste time—just wrapped her fingers around the base and licked a slow, wet stripe from my balls to the tip. “Fuck,” I groaned, gripping the edge of my desk. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit before she took me deep, her throat working around me.

I couldn’t believe how good her mouth felt—hot, slick, perfect. She bobbed her head, sucking hard, her lips sealing tight as she pulled back up. Every time she took me deep, her nose brushed my stomach, and I could feel the wet heat of her throat swallowing around me. The sounds—god, the sounds—soft slurps, shaky breaths, a little moan every time she dragged her tongue up my shaft.

My hips jerked when she cupped my balls, rolling them in her palm while she sucked. I was losing it, the pressure building fast, my thighs tensing. “Shit, Jess, I’m close,” I warned.

But she didn’t stop. If anything, she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks as she worked me. I came hard, my back arching, but she must not have realized just how much—because halfway through my orgasm, she pulled off with a gasp. Thick ropes of cum splashed across her chin, her blouse, even her cheek.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t look mad. If anything, she looked fucking turned on. She licked her lips, catching a drop of cum before it could fall, then rubbed my release into her skin with two fingers, smirking. “Oops.”

I was still panting, my dick twitching as she tucked me back into my pants, zipping me up with deliberate slowness. “Next time,” she whispered, standing, “I won’t let a drop go to waste.” Then she walked away like nothing happened, leaving me wrecked and aching for round two.