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Another whimper escaped me as he thrust his tongue deep into me. I rocked back against his mouth, welcoming him in. He pressed against my hole with one finger as he ate my ass, licking and sucking like he was desperate for it. When his finger entered me, I bit my lower lip to fight the sounds that were threatening to come from my mouth. I had never been good at being quiet during sex, but I definitely didn’t want to alert his entire kitchen to what we were doing, and I doubted he would’ve appreciated it, either.
He thrust a second finger into me and began licking between them, stretching my hole. I screwed my eyes shut and focused on quieting my breathing, rocking back and forth and fucking myself on his tongue.
Oliver must have decided I was open enough because a moment later he nipped at the spot below my ass cheek before standing. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself slowly, fingers sliding through the precum that leaked from me as he stroked the crown of his erection against my soaking wet hole.
He eased inside me, moving fractions of an inch at a time. If I’d been able to make noise, I would have begged him for more, to go faster, to fuck me until I didn’t know my name. As it was, I thumbed the hole at the tip of my cock, pressing into the sensitive underside of the crown, and focused on the slow, aching stretch of him entering me.
I could barely take not being able to watch Oliver’s face as he fucked into me, instead wishing I could watch him come undone. In moments, he was fully inside of me and his movements stilled.
“What are you waiting for?” I pleaded. “Come on.”
Oliver’s hands moved to my hips and gripped tightly as he eased out of me. Just before he pulled out completely, he drove back in as deep as he could. Stars danced behind my eyelids, the desperate, aching want building deep inside of me.
For a few moments, the only sound was the slapping of our skin, our heavy breaths, and the ambient noises from the kitchen outside of the office door. I stroked my cock, gripping myself tight and twisting my fist, tears of desperation forming behind my eyelids as I got close to coming.
“Shit,” Oliver muttered. “Close.”
I nodded frantically. “Come inside me. Please.” My cock throbbed at the thought, a pulse of precum leaking out of me as Oliver groaned. Seconds later, he was releasing into my body, his thrusts coming faster, incessant, as he fucked me through his orgasm. It didn’t take long for my own orgasm to come roaring through me, cum spilling over my fingers and onto his desk as he filled my ass from behind.
When Oliver stilled, our gasping breaths filled my ears and I had to force myself to slow down. He pulled out of me and my ass clenched with the loss, my chest aching as he withdrew. I stayed bent over, resting on one forearm while the cum dried on my hand and his desk. There was a rustling sound as he pulled his pants up and tucked himself back in, and then Oliver reached for me, pulling me up to face him. I hesitated for a second before following his lead and turning to him.
Tenderly, he wiped my hand off with what looked like a clean bar rag that had somehow materialized in his hand, coming from I had no idea where. He pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth as he wiped me off, before releasing me. “Well, that was…”
“Hot,” I supplied.
He grinned. “I was going to say, ‘probably a mistake,’ but hot works, too.”
“We’re married. How could it be a mistake?” I tried to keep it light but my chest ached.
He kissed me again before bending to clean off the desk, wiping my cum from the desk and the papers it covered. “I’ve never done that before, you know.”
“What? Eaten ass? Because you’re a fucking pro.”
A laugh escaped him as he shook his head. “Had sex in my office.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
He held up one hand like he was making a promise. “Honest to God.”
I pulled my shorts up, tucking myself away. “Wow. I feel special.”
“You should.”
I grinned, basking in the moment, before I realized how short-lived it was going to be. “Listen, we should get together again before I go.”
His face fell and he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Right. You have to go back home soon.”
I nodded. “We leave day after tomorrow.”
Oliver exhaled, long and slow. “Okay. We’ll talk about this later. After dinner with your friends, maybe?”
Cold washed over me. My friends. What was I going to tell them? “Yeah. After dinner. I’ll, um, call you?”
“Perfect.” He smiled but it didn’t seem to reach his eyes. He unlocked the door and peeked out before ducking back in. “You should go out the back door. It’ll be easier that way. Fewer people asking questions. When you leave the office, go left and head straight through the back.”
“Sure thing, Chef. And thanks, I guess.”
He kissed me one last time, slow and careful. “Anything for my husband.”
