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“Fuck.”

I cross one leg over the other, the edge of my heel dragging over his thigh until it presses flush against the hard bulge straining in his slacks. A guttural groan breaking from his chest as his eyes slam shut.

“Eyes open,” I warn, rolling the point of my heel in a slow grind against him. “Don’t you dare look away from me.”

His lashes lift, chest rising fast. Good. I slide one hand between my thighs, skirt bunching higher, fingers pressing over the damp line of my lips as I rub his cock with the steady grind of my heel. I don’t blink, don’t break his gaze, daring him to look away when I know he won’t.

“I think…” My breath slips out with a low hum as I rub my clit harder. “…I might let you stroke yourself now. What do you say?”

He doesn’t answer. Just stares, lips parted, pink rising fast up his neck.

“Noah?” My voice sharpens.

His whole body jerks. “Fuck—yes. Please.”

I smile slow and sharp, moving my heel away as he fumbles with his belt, buckle clinking loudly in the silence. His cock springs free, flushed thick, already leaking at the tip. The sight makes my thighs twitch, and I drag my fingers harder over the soaked lace of my underwear, shuddering through it.

“If I’m slow, you’re slow,” I say. “If I stop, you stop. Understand?”

“Yes,” he rasps, fist already wrapping tight around his cock. “Yes, I—fuck, I understand.”

“Good boy.”

I shift on the desk and spread my legs wide—propping a heel on each leg of the chair so he’s almost eye level with my pussy. His throat bobs hard, eyes flicking down, then back up to my eyes.

“Look,” I order, sliding two fingers over the soaked gusset. “Don’t you dare look away.”

He groans, fist working his cock with frantic, sloppy pulls. “Fuck…” His voice fractures, and he squeezes harder, pre-come already dripping over his knuckles. “Sable—I⁠—”

“Messy already?” I hum, curling my fingers under the lace and tugging it aside. His breath rips out ragged when my pussy is bared for him, gleaming under the harsh light. I circle my clit, slow and deliberate, keeping my gaze locked on his flushed face. “Is this what you’re really begging for?”

His head tips back, teeth bared, the muscles in his neck straining. “Please… please—” His pace falters. “Let me come, I’ve been desperate for it all day, I can’t hold it, I⁠—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” My voice lashes through the haze, sharp enough to snap him back.

His hips twitch up once, before he slams them back down, pinning himself to the chair. His hand slows, thighs quivering against the chair, veins in his forearms straining.

“You don’t get to finish until I say.”

A broken whimper shreds out of him, stomach muscles flexing hard as he holds back. “Yes—yes, Sable, please, I’ll wait⁠—”

“Good boy.” I lean down, grabbing his jaw with my free hand, forcing him to look up at me. I let spit pool on my tongue, then lean closer, parting my mouth until it slips from my lips in a long, wet strand. It lands right on the head, spreading across the slit, running over his white-knuckled fist.

The sight alone drags a gasp out of me.

My hips chase my own hand, grinding shamelessly as my fingers drag over my clit and push lower, sinking two fingers deep inside myself. The stretch tingles, knuckles forcing me wide until I curl them up hard into my swollen G-spot. My thighs twitch around my wrist, muscles tensing, breath breaking against the quiet office air.

“Faster,” I choke, fucking myself on my own hand. “Keep up with me, Noah.”

“Yes—fuck, yes.” His strokes turn desperate again, the wet smack of his fist tangling with the slick sounds of my fingers plunging inside me. His eyes are wide, glassy, locked right onto my pussy, like he can’t look anywhere else, like watching me come apart is the only thing keeping him breathing.

“I’m close,” I gasp, arching off the desk, pace frantic now. “Don’t you finish before me, don’t you dare⁠—”

He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, every muscle in his body quivering as he fights to hold it back. “Sable—please—please⁠—”

“Not yet,” I hiss, grinding down on my hand, chasing the edge until it bursts. My orgasm crashes through me, sharp and brutal, my pussy clenching tight around my fingers as a cry tears out of me. My head tips back, breath breaking, and in the thick of it—still shaking, still pulsing—I moan, rough and ragged, “Now, Noah.”

He breaks instantly, cock jerking in his fist as he comes with a strangled groan, spilling hot and messy over his hand, his wrist, his shirt. His whole body bows under the force of it, collapsing back into the chair, chest heaving, face wrecked.