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Howard hated being the last one to leave the HHM offices, but not tonight. Tonight, Kim and Jimmy were the only things on his mind and it made him so frustrated, and since Chuck passed away there's been less traction for the company and well; clients. Howard's marriage was falling apart, he was losing money and no one respected him. So why? Why did he feel like he still had to conform despite their thoughts and whispers? Just this once, Howard was going to indulge in what he wanted to do, not thinking about consequences or later. Howard sat in his office chair and laid his forehead against the edge of the table, his hands fiddling with the belt buckle and zipper of his navy blue dress pants that complimented his entire suit. He let out a stiff sigh as he felt himself through the cloth of his boxers.
A soft groan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes; his thumb and palm caressing and lightly squeezing his bulge. Howard's eyes were lazily gazing down at his hand movements but they closed as the hand he had spit onto, slipped under his boxers' waistband and onto his cock. Howard lets out a low gasp and moans as he starts to slick and wet his shaft with his lukewarm spit, his length hardening quickly as his pace stayed consistent. His free hand acts like a barrier between Howard's forehead and the mahogany table, but it also grasped at the table whenever Howard's fingertips slipped over his sensitive tip. Howard couldn't think; rather think of everything. Not settling on one particular thought as he started to truly get aroused.
Now, Howard had his fist pumping at a slower pace around his tip, frenulum, and shaft. It was a steady rhythm that withheld Howard from coming immediately. Howard had moans slipping out more often now, quiet ones but they were still there. He thought about how this felt too good, then remembered that he and Cheryl hadn't done anything intimate like this in quite some time. Howard didn't dwell on that thought for long though; his hand now quickening the pace, causing his mind to wander once more. Howard's eyes fluttered open and he looked down at his dick--it was rock hard now and slick with pre-cum and saliva that he had slathered onto it about 5 minutes ago. Howard's breath hitched as his thumb caressed his cock as he increased the speed of his fist. Simply staring at his cock and how aroused he was, made his stomach flutter a bit; it was unexpected how quickly he had gotten turned on by this idea. Let alone acting on it.
Earlier Howard had read a book about natural aphrodisiacs since he wanted to cook for Cheryl and found two surprising factors; Lilies and Apples. The two items of lust struck him as odd. He didn't know why the thought of lilies and apples compelled him, especially with what he was doing. Almost instinctively, Howard keeps stroking himself, a quicker pace now. Once more, his eyes closed and he found himself mumbling. "Oh God," Howard huffs out. Howard opens his eyes to look down at how incredibly hard and turned-on he was. Spitting down, he wets his hand and continues to stroke himself. Goosebumps and a sense of contentment all over his body as he continues to pump his fist up and down his cock, the slick sound of the skin making his moans start to come out a little louder and less spaced out. Howard feels a small knot forming in his stomach as he continues; his breathy moans start to influence how he was going to come soon.
But Howard didn't want to finish too soon, though, so he holds his moans in; breathing through his nose and letting shaky breaths as he exhales. He feels himself wanting to close his eyes but Howard wants to see and feel himself finishing. The sense of pure ecstasy that he would feel when coming would enthrall him in the end, he couldn't wait. He couldn't wait, he couldn't wait, he couldn't...His hand moves faster now, his hand sliding from the tip to the base of his cock. The wet saliva that was lukewarm when he spat it out, was now nice and heated up which only added to the overall pleasure of the experience. The precome was seeping from his tip now, Howard noticed it of course, but was preoccupied with his orgasm on the brink, like a dam during a storm; he felt it all get closer and closer and closer to the edge that he was itching for. Unknowingly, Howard mumbled "Lilies" under his breath, his moans returning as he couldn't hold them back anymore. They started to get ragged, Howard's hand brushing against his pants' fly and his manscaped mess. Howard closed his eyes and whined.
His breathing picked up, becoming erratic before he finally came. Howard let out a loud moan, a thread of them coming out; the last moan being low and becoming a sigh. He threw his head back as he felt the build-up of arousal and lust burst out of him, his seed spilling on his pants, office chair, and eventually the wooden floor. Howard's eyes which were closed, slowly fluttered open as he looks down at his dick, his hand that held it had dribbles of semen on it. Howard sighs and his breath calms a bit as his chest rises and falls. He has a soft smile on his face as he swallows his spit. Howard huffs out a final breath of lust before he reaches and grabs a tissue from his desk, cleaning himself up. Howard stands up and tucks himself back into his boxers, zips up his fly, and does his belt before cleaning the mess of come he made on the floor with a tissue. Once it's clean, he throws the tissue and sighs.
Howard fixes his posture and adjusts his belt, cufflinks, and jacket seams to make himself look professional once more. Time to go back to work.