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The man was stressed, which was usual–your favorite doctor always wore a constant frown to the point that there were deep wrinkles etched between his eyebrows–but this was worse than normal. You’d been helping him out for days now as he futzed with his new teleporter design, cursing under his breath in German, and at this point you weren’t sure when the last time he’d slept was. The last time you brought him food it went cold and ended up in the trash bin. You’d done your best to check his math for him, hand him the tools he asked for, and keep his coffee mug full, but engineering was beyond you and that seemed to be where the fault lay. Something, somewhere in the device, was not functioning like it was supposed to.
“I really think the best thing to do at this point is to take a break from it, work on something else for a while,” you tried to convince him, not so subtly pushing the plate hosting a cream cheese bagel a little closer to him.
“There is nothing else more important than this! I can’t let myself get distracted,” he snapped. You didn’t take it personally. Lately everything he said to everyone, including words of gratitude, came with a heavy dose of anger in the tone.
“Maybe getting distracted is exactly what you need. You’ve been beating your head against this for a while now. Your forehead’s becoming flat,” you teased. He gave you a scathing look before turning back to the blueprints spread across his desk.
You sighed. It was like he was so stressed he couldn’t even think clearly enough to see that you were right. His brain just wasn’t going to be able to function at peak performance if he refused to take care of his emotional and physical state. You leaned your elbow on his desk, sitting in the office chair you’d rolled up to it, and stared at him. If you weren’t so concerned for his health you’d find his appearance adorable - oh what the hell, you still found it adorable. How could you not? He’d showered so the cold water would wake him up and his still damp hair wasn’t coiffed with oil the way it normally was so, despite him constantly pushing it back, strands kept falling over his forehead.
You toyed with the idea of putting sleeping pills in his next cup of coffee, but secretly drugging him seemed like a touch too extreme and you’d hate to lose his trust. He’d allowed you in his lab, allowed you to be with him almost every second of the day, and it was your most treasured privilege. You’d been harboring a crush on him for months now and, while he remained oblivious, you were determined to play the long game until he noticed you and helping him in his lab was a key component to your strategy.
Maybe the long game was the problem here? He’d been playing it with this damn teleporter design and it hadn’t gotten him anywhere. If you thought a drastic change in how he was approaching his problem would help his predicament then maybe a drastic change in your approach could help yours? You considered this as he violently erased a line on his blueprint, ripping the paper and inadvertently teaching you a new German curse word.
Before you could stop yourself, impulse took over and you stood up, grabbing his office chair and rolling it back away from the desk. He went to stand up (probably to scold you for interrupting him) but the shock of you plopping down into his lap, straddling his waist, made him pause. “What are you doing?”
“You need to take a break,” you said firmly, running your hands over his shoulders and gently massaging his upper arms. They were incredibly tense and he stifled a groan of appreciation at your touch, not wanting to encourage you to distract him.
“I need to finish fixing the damn teleporter,” he growled angrily.
“You can’t do that until you relax, reset, and come back to it with a fresh perspective.” Your hands roamed back up to his shoulders and then across his chest. He stiffened a bit as your thumb brushed over his nipples through his shirt and you were secretly thrilled that your boldness had allowed this much contact with him. He wasn’t pushing you off him yet and you wondered if you should have just done this before instead of pining for months.
“I don’t need to step away from it. I’m so close to figuring it out…” He almost moaned the words out as your thumbs pressed a line down his abs and over his waist, finding hard overworked muscles everywhere your hands roamed.
“Are you really?” Your own voice was a husky whisper as your closeness to him did terrible things to you between your legs… he was between your legs… You tried to focus and not think about it too hard. You need to remain focused on your goal: getting the damn man to relax.
“I… no,” he admitted, staring at you through half lidded eyes as your hands moved down to the parts of his thighs you weren’t sitting on, squeezing the muscles there and pushing the tension out, your thumbs pressing into his inner thighs and brushing up against his manhood. He practically jumped in his skin, startled, and his whole face flushed red. Ugh, he was just too cute. How can any man be this cute?
“Then let me help you relax…your teleporter isn’t going anywhere.” You crooned seductively, repeating the hand motion but this time purposefully running your thumb along his length.
“Well, that’s kind of the problem with it…” His breathing had become slightly laboured from your attention. The next time your thumb ran along his length he was getting hard, just starting to press up against his trousers. He became even more flustered, looking down at what your hands were doing. “Ah… fräulein, you are… your thumb… my…”
“Don’t worry, Edward, I have a basic understanding of the male anatomy,” you teased, palming his cock through his pants and being rewarded with his head falling back as the pleasure hit him. His knuckles were white as he gripped the office chair arm rests.
“You… ahhhh…”
You kept up the friction until he was rock hard, eyes widening a bit at how big he felt, and then began to unbuckle his belt. His head snapped forward, the pause in the pleasure making him regain his senses and realize what was going on. You didn’t let him get too much brain power back, immediately pressing your lips to his so you could finish undoing his pants without him finding some reason to protest him getting some much needed attention. Suddenly, his hands grabbed you, gripping your ribs and pulling you close to him as he groaned into the kiss. You took that as a sign that all systems were clear for take off, and plunged your hand into his now opened trousers, grasping him without the cloth in the way.
Oh, he was a moaner. You loved it. He was practically bruising your lips with his eager kisses and you had to wonder if he’d been harboring his own little crush from how passionately he ran his tongue across your upper lip, begging for entry. You were happy to give it to him, parting your lips so your tongue could dance with his. Between the kissing and your hand he could barely breathe; he had to break the kiss eventually, panting. “ Gott … that was… so much better … than I imagined…”
Ah, so he had been pining for her. You cursed yourself for waiting so long to make the first move. Kissing his neck, you shoved his pants and drawers out of your way further to gain more access. You needed more of him, needed him to feel more of you… Wiggling out of his grasp you slipped off his lap to kneel on the floor, pushing his knees aside so you could grasp his cock and run your tongue from base to tip. It was quite the specimen of manhood, long and girthy with thick veins and a slight curve up and to the left. You needed to feel it inside you.
“ Fick! ” He moaned, giving you a look that could be best described as horny surprise . You almost giggled at his shock; it was like the man had never gotten a blowjob before. You didn’t give him any time to recover before you took the tip of him in your mouth, sucking on it and swirling your tongue across his ridge and glans. The hand he placed softly on your head was trembling and his ears were burning bright red and… This cannot be his first blowjob, right? No way… You mentally shook the ridiculous thought from your head.
When you slid your lips down to take more of him into your mouth his hips bucked, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “ Scheiße , es tut mir Leid… Bitte …Bitte hör nicht auf… d-don’t stop… please …” He was practically whimpering as you sucked back up his length, his fingers curling in your hair to grab a fistful. Eagerly, you began to bob your head over his lap, sucking and licking him up. His whole body was shaking, his head tossed back as he attempted to watch you through half-lidded eyes, his mouth parted as he panted. “Ah… your tongue … Du fühlst dich so gut… so gut …”
You were almost a little disappointed with how quickly his orgasm came, his hips slamming up suddenly as his grip on your hair became pleasantly painful. You were having so much fun… “Es tut mir L-leid… bitte… es tut…I’m so sorry!” He cried out as he pumped his cock into your mouth, shooting his load into the back of your throat. Caught by surprise, it made you cough, but you didn’t mind how rough he’d become with you despite him making you gag–you liked it that way. When he finished coming his whole body relaxed as a sigh left his lips. You tenderly sucked and licked his cock, eliciting little whimpers and twitches from him while he caught his breath.
When he was finished riding the high of his orgasm, you wiped the drool and any cum you missed off your chin. The way he was looking at you–like you were the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen–made you practically buzz with happiness. “ I’m so sorry …” He said in a horrified whisper. “I should not have… you just felt so good … the way I grabbed you… Please forgive me …”
“ It was fine, Edward , really,” you stifled a laugh, smiling at him. “I enjoyed it, actually. There’s something quite erotic about getting fucked in the face like that, don’t you think?”
Oh, the man’s poor blood cells were going to get whiplash. You were pretty sure all the blood from his dick just rushed to his face as he turned cherry red. “I…quite enjoyed it…” he murmured, embarrassed. “I… can I do something… for you?”
“Yes,” you said, carefully zipping his trousers back up and planting one final kiss on his knee as you looked up at him. “Go take a nap.”
“I… a nap? ”
“Yes. The bruises under your eyes are starting to become permanent. I want you to go get some rest,” you insisted, standing up. Honestly, he looked even more tired now that you’d drained him of what was a pretty substantial load of cum.
“I supposed I have been neglecting my rest,” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair to push back the loose strands that kept falling. “I am quite tired… but are you sure? I’d like to… erm, pay back the favor. ”
You leaned in close to him, a grin on your face. “Doctor?”
“J-ja?”
“ Go rest! ”
You moved away and pointed to the door out of the lab. He got up, fixing his belt and taking a hesitant step towards the door. You raised your eyebrows and thrust your chin in the direction of the door, making your decision clear. His lips quirked up from how forceful you were being with him and he dutifully went to the door, opening it and… he paused, looking back. “Perhaps… you should join me? Make sure I rest?”
Hm, not a bad idea. “Perhaps I should…”
“If you don’t… I do have a desk in my room, you know…” He trailed off, the implications clear.
“Fine,” you laughed, walking up and pushing him out the door. “But you really are getting in that bed to sleep! ”
“I can think of some much better t-things we could do in my bed, but if you insist…”
“I do, in fact, insist.”
He hesitated, biting his lip, before tentatively reaching out to take your hand and lead you to his bedroom. He looked so… nervous. It was positively adorable. He opened the door for you and you saw his room for the first time. It was rather plain: a bed, desk, chair and piles of organized books and rolled up blueprints. Almost awkwardly, he sat you down on his bed and began undressing himself. A little mesmerized by the skin he was unveiling to you, you sat there staring. Your eyes took in the wide muscular shoulders, the narrow waist, the dark hair that spread across his chest and the smaller line of hair that led into his boxers… You were a little disappointed when he left those on, but assured yourself it was probably in the best interests of his sleep that he did. “Can I help you undress?” He interrupted your musings with an almost pleading whisper.
“Yes.” It was your turn to blush a bit as you stood up and let him pull your shirt gently over your head. He placed it to the side and knelt down in front of you, admiring every inch of skin on the way. He was already short of breath again as he tentatively unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans. “We’re here to sleep,” you warned him, “so don’t get any ideas.”
“Of course,” he murmured, sliding your pants down your legs slowly, a small groan escaping him at the sight of your panties. You didn’t know a guy could look so desperately at plain white cotton underwear, but here he was, tenting his boxers and licking his lips. He looked up at you, his eyes bright with need. “Can I just kiss you once? I promise we’ll sleep, I just…”
“Yes, please,” you whispered, trying to keep the lust out of your tone so he wouldn’t realize how ready you were to make his sleep deprivation worse. He let you step out of the jeans before placing his hands on your hips and leaning forward, pressing his lips sensually against the skin of your inner thigh, emitting a low moan and sighing when he eventually pulled away.
“I’ve wanted you in my bed for a while now,” he confessed, standing up. “I just wasn’t sure that you would want me the same way I wanted you.”
“How did you want me?” You were trembling, breathless. He was caressing your face now, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You could easily get lost in the sensation of his fingertips on your skin. It was heady, overwhelming.
“Everywhere, all the time. I miss you when you aren’t working in the lab with me. I think about you when I’m falling asleep, wondering what you would feel like in my arms…” His breath was brushing against your lips as he leaned in, kissing you softly.
“That’s how I’ve been wanting you,” you whispered between kisses, your fingers tracing up his chest and– “Wait! No! I’m supposed to be making you sleep.” You glared at him for distracting you.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, a bit huskily. He pulled back the blanket and obediently got into bed, patting the space next to him while looking like an eager kid. You crawled in next to him, still sitting up.
“I shouldn’t sleep with my bra on. It’s not good for–”
“Please let me take it off,” he interrupted, stopping your hands from reaching back behind you as he bolted upright. He swallowed. “I’ll behave. I promise. I’ll be very good…please let me…”
“This seems like dangerous waters for your prospects of sleep…”
“No, I’ll control myself. I can control myself. I swear,” he begged, his eyes wide and his eyebrows lifting up in the middle as he gave you the most desperate face. Well how could you say no to that?
“Okay…If you promise to be good and go to sleep afterwards.”
He nodded quickly, reaching behind you and taking a moment to figure out the clasp. When it was loose you let him slide the straps down your shoulders, the cups of the bra lowering and revealing your breasts to him. His hand twitched towards them as he stared, but he kept his promise, taking a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling for a moment before removing the garment the rest of the way and tossing it to join the rest of your clothes. It was almost too entertaining how much he was marveling at the whole experience. Certainly at his age he must have taken a girl's bra off before, but here he was acting like he’d never done it…Jeez. “Thank you,” he whispered, pulling you against him as he laid down.
You nuzzled into his chest and realized you could hear and feel his heartbeat – it was racing. “I’m worried my being here is going to make it harder for you to sleep.”
“I’ll sleep,” he said firmly, before softening. “ Please stay…”
You stroked your fingers over his chest, avoiding his nipples so as to not excite him. Instead you ran your fingers through the patch of chest hair and over his skin, hoping to relax him with your soft touch. You guessed about thirty minutes of caressing him passed, your arm aching though you refused to stop, until his breathing and heart rate fully settled. Not too much longer you heard light snores and was able to rest your arm across him and close your own eyes…
—
It had been three days since that fateful evening you’d sat on his lap and did, well, other things with him. Since then he’d asked you to his bed every night to hold you in his arms, intertwined his fingers with yours when walking together, and instigated a few shy kisses, but that was it. It was like he was too afraid or unsure how to ask for more. You didn’t want to push sex if this was what he wanted, but… the way he’d acted the first time made you sure he was just as lusty as you. You frowned at him from your desk, ignoring your own project, to watch him bent over the piece of his teleporter. He hummed in satisfaction as he cleaned some oil off it and adjusted the tightness of a screw. He was doing a lot better now that he’d gotten rest - he’d figured out the problem and was now fine tuning it.
This was a man who was well into his thirties and yet he was acting like a highschool sweetheart from a 50s movie, his adoration pure and almost too chaste, too respectful. The only time you’d gotten lustful passion from him was when he couldn’t help himself any longer with your lips around his cock. A lightbulb going off in your head, you stood up quickly enough your office chair went rolling back a few feet, drawing his attention. He frowned at you. “Are you alright?”
Ignoring his question you stomped over to him, pulling his chair back, but unlike last time you didn’t waste any time pushing between his legs and grabbing his belt. He was frozen in shock for long enough for you to get his trousers opened and pull them down. By the time he registered what was happening your tongue was on his cock. “Fick,” he whispered, “ahh…but I–” You cut him off by reaching a finger up and pressing it to his lips to shush him, his mustache tickling your fingertip. When you drew your hand back he remained quiet.
You licked and kissed him until he was hard (which didn’t take long), and his hand came to rest on your head, stroking your hair. “You’re so good at this… too gut,” he murmured, gasping when you took him into your mouth. You kept it sensual until his cock was throbbing and twitching in your mouth, then you picked up the pace. He rewarded you with the most delicious sounds, whiny and desperate. “ Ohhh… mein Gott, ” he moaned, his hand fisting your hair as if clinging to you for dear life. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheekbone as he watched his cock disappear and reappear from your mouth, transfixed. “ Bitte…ja…ohhh, ja…lutsche meinen Schwanz. Es fühlt sich so gut an…”
You adored how he seemed to forget you didn’t speak a lick of German whenever you flustered him this way, but you assumed the jist of it was encouragement to keep going. His hands were practically shaking with the willpower it was taking him not to push you down onto him, but your goal to see him lose control. Bracing yourself you pushed down, forcing him into your throat. He cried out in pleasure, the tightness of your throat squeezing him as you gagged around his girth.
That was it for him, he was lost in the pleasure, yanking your hair up by your hair to force you down again, blabbering more incoherent German in a breathy voice. “ Bitte verzeihen Sie mir ... Ich kann mich nicht beherrschen! Du gibst mir ein so gutes Gefühl… ” He whined. Sure, Edward, whatever that meant.
The roughness with which he began to fuck your throat had you soaked between your legs and you moaned between gags as he hit the back of your throat, the vibration only encouraging his thrusting. His hips were lifting out of the chair now as he pounded into you wildly, having to remove the hand from your cheek to grip the chair’s armrest to keep it from rolling out from under him in his frenzy. “ Bitte... ich bin so nah... bitte vergib mir... ich werde…so close! ”
You were glad he added those last two words in English so you had a warning before your mouth filled with cum. You swallowed hastily so it didn’t make you cough this time, sucking every last drop out of him as he fell back into the chair, twitching from the overstimulation. “ Bitte hör auf! Nein, hör nicht auf..ahhh… ” You had a bit of fun watching him pant, his hand gripping and letting go of your hair a few times, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to stop or keep going. When his whine turned into a pathetic keen you finally showed him mercy, slowing down and softening your sucking. He was gasping when you finally sat back on your heels.
After taking a moment to compose himself, h surprised you by lunging forward, crushing your lips and accidentally pushing you backwards. “ Ah, Scheiße… ” he cursed, quickly getting his hand in between your head and the hardwood floor. Your breath left you in huff when your back hit the ground, but you quickly drew a breath in and clutched his collar, yanking him back to your lips. You wanted him to ravage you, lose his carefully maintained control and absolutely consume you. You couldn’t let him lose his steam over a potential head injury.
Thankfully, you pulling him in seemed to keep him in the moment and he was back to covering you with hungry kisses, his tongue slipping between your lips and exploring the taste of him left on your tongue. His hands pushed under your shirt, his fingernails scraping your skin as he groped flesh on the way to your breasts. He squeezed them almost too hard, making you cry out in delicious pain as his kisses roamed across your cheek to your neck. He bit down just under your ear and you grabbed his hair, keeping his head pinned there so he would keep going as you moaned. “ Es tut mir Leid. Ich will dich so sehr. ”
His hands left your breasts to shift to a lower goal, his fingers fumbling to undo the jeans since he couldn’t see what he was doing. Growling in frustration, he pulled away from your neck. “ Ich brauche dich nackt, jetzt! ” His voice was so hoarse… You looked at him in confusion as he seemed to stare at you expectantly. “Ah… naked ,” he croaked out, realizing his mistake. You nodded eagerly, pulling your dishevelled shirt over your head while he slipped your pants and panties off you and tossed them haphazardly out of his way. He descended upon you as you struggled with your bra, shoving it up and out of his way as he brought his lips to your nipple to suck and bite, his thumb rolling and rubbing the other nipple in mimicking movements to his mouth. You yanked the bra the rest of the way over your head, throwing it off to the side so you could run your fingers through his hair while he played with your breasts.
Your moans mixed in the air with his lusty groans. When his hand finally trailed down between your legs you gasped. “Yes… Oh, please,” you pleaded. You wanted to feel his fingers against you, inside you now! But he was slow, feeling his way around and exploring your anatomy. God, why was he taking his sweet time? Didn’t he know how badly you needed him? You thrust your hips up, a silent demand for him to go faster. He seemed to understand because he pulled away from your breasts to look in your eyes. “Ich brauche deine Geduld, meine Liebe… ah , patience. I’ve never done this before… ”
Oh, god. Suddenly everything made sense… the hesitation, the shyness, the shock… this man was a fucking virgin. Your eyes were wide as you whispered: “ Never? ” He shook his head, his cheeks burning. “ Nothing? ” He looked ashamed as he spoke: “Nothing with… another person.”
“ Oh… well…you’re doing great ,” you whispered, swallowing down your own embarrassment for how you’d attacked him the first time. Before things got too awkward you pressed your lips to him to keep the heat between you going, forcing yourself to give him time to slip his hands through your wet folds to acquaint himself with your cunt. He was attentive, listening for your moans, as he figured out how to rub your clit to make you squirm with pleasure. “ Yes , yes and… I need you inside me …” You whined, trying to direct him while he essentially edged you.
He kissed down your body to get a better look at what he was working with, carefully slipping his middle finger into you while trying to keep the movement of his thumb on your clit. You nodded, crying out. “Yes! More…ohhhh.”
He slowly added his ring finger, looking down at what he was doing with pure awe on his face. “This is so hot…” he whispered, “You’re so hot.”
Your back arched, pressing his fingers into you as he hit the spot you liked. “There!”
Understanding, he moved his fingers in and out, aiming for that spot. He brought his mouth down to use his tongue instead of his thumb, groaning into your pussy. “Du schmeckst–You taste amazing.”
“Ahh… Edward!” You screamed out his name as he sucked on your clit hard while thrusting his fingers in harder, sending you over the edge. You clenched around his fingers, your hips lifting up and bucking into his face, but he was relentless–continuing to finger fuck you and eat you out until a second orgasm quickly rushed after the first one. “Edward,” you gasped after the second wave shook you, “Please… too much… it’s too… much…”
You panted, attempting to catch your breath as he slowed down reluctantly. He leaned back over you to plant soft kisses all over your face until your breathing calmed and he could kiss your lips without suffocating you. You returned his kiss hungrily, the taste of both of you mixing in your mouths. You could feel his cock was hard again, pressing against your leg, and you reached down to stroke him, angling him to your entrance. He froze. “Are you sure?”
You nodded, biting your lip hopefully.
“Ah…but, a rubber…” He looked around the room with a frown.
“Right…Well, I’m on… you know… I take hormones…” you mumbled, embarrassed, but appreciating his concern.
“ Oh. ” Was he going to faint from how much blood kept rushing between his heads? Once again his cheeks turned beet red. “That’s… yes, that works.”
“Edward, please…” you whined, needy. “Please fuck me… I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Not as long as I’ve wanted you,” he breathed, almost inaudibly quiet. You would have argued the point had he not started sliding into you, stretching you around him as his eyes squeezed shut and his head fell back. “Fick… you feel so good… so tight…”
God, he was big . Almost too big. He filled you plus some and you were a bit dazed by the time he stopped pressing forward. His thumb was tracing over your hip bones while his fingers dug into your flesh.
“Am I… hurting you?” He asked, every word dripped with worry.
“Yes, but… it’s a good hurt. Don’t worry. Don’t stop,” you ordered, shifting your hips to press him further into you. He moaned, his cock twitching inside you. “Please start moving… please fuck me…”
He needed no more encouragement than that to start slowly pushing in and out of you, gasping and letting out little ohs and ahs as the sensation made his eyes roll back. “I didn’t know it would be… it’s so different. You feel so good …”
You whimpered as his slow pace drove you crazy. This time, when you thrust up to gain more friction it was like you’d broken him. He grunted, losing all control over his hips and beginning to thrust into you almost violently, using his grip on your hips to force himself in you as deep as he could go. You cried out and it was if he remembered your lips existed from the noise that escaped them–he fell down on top of you like he was a magnet pulled to your opposite force to kiss you while rutting into you. Just as suddenly as he started he stopped, gritting his teeth. “Edward?”
“I… it’s too good,” he forced out, trying to breathe and control himself.
Ah, he was already close to orgasming. Trying to hide a smile, you swallowed down a giggle. “It’s okay… just enjoy me.”
“I… may not last much longer…” He confessed, flustered.
You grabbed his hips and pushed him against you. “Edward, just fuck me now! ”
He hesitated for a moment longer before the fiery lust returned to his eyes and he returned to kissing you, slamming his hips into your desperately. You clung to him, your fingernails digging into his back as he rutted mindlessly into you with his cock while his tongue invaded every centimeter of your mouth. He was so ardent, whispering constant praise about how good you felt, how beautiful you were, that he had you on the edge pretty quickly despite his concerns. You moaned against his mouth as your pleasure built up inside you, threatening to shake your body.
He moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as your walls clenched around him. “Fick…so tight… gut…” A little cry escaped his lips and you felt him fill you with hot cum as you came around him. He thrust a couple more times, shuddering as his second orgasm of the day ebbed. “ Ich liebe dich ..I love you…”
Emotion choked you and you stroked his face adoringly for a second before you could respond. “Edward, I… I love you too. God, I love you so much,” you breathed, joining your lips together for a kiss. You didn’t miss his small sigh of relief at your words. Just too fucking adorable.
—
That was over a month ago and now? Jesus, you barely got any sleep. The man was relentless; if he wasn’t working, he was fucking you. You didn’t know how he managed it. And the worst part? The man had driven you wild so many times in bed, had you screaming his name to the heavens nightly, that now the bastard was cocky . Was his newfound confidence in his sexual prowess sexy as all get out? Hell yes, and that was the damn problem. He knew how to make you wet and begging for him with a single word or a gesture. It was fucking embarrassing. Who had taken who’s virginity, dammit?
You walked into the lab and placed the second mug of coffee you were carrying on his desk, kissing the top of his head and running your hand across his shoulders as you walked to your own desk and set your coffee down. He shifted away from his desk, holding his fresh mug coffee as he turned the chair towards you, knees relaxed and spread out. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You raised an eyebrow back at him.
“Come here,” he said with a devious smirk, patting his upper thigh with one hand. You were happily between his legs, pulling his trousers down and taking him into your mouth in seconds while he sipped his coffee happily.