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Matt was trying to work, you knew that; but fuck , you couldn’t stop staring at him. Your eyes raked lustfully over his slender body- the sharp arch of his nose, the way his shirt wasn’t buttoned at the top, exposing that tiny bit of skin you always left hickies on, down to the shining watch that wrapped around his veiny wrist. And his hands- god, his hands. One was supporting him as he leaned back against the desk, whereas the other was gripping the piece of paper that he was spending far too much time focusing on instead of you.
Your eyes flickered over to the window- the blinds were shut, and the door was locked.
“When are we gonna get out of here?” You whined, looking up at him wide-eyed from your position on his office chair. He looked up from the piece of paper, a small smirk tugging on his thin lips.
“Soon, I promise. When I’m finished with this, alright?”
You sighed in response, pushing yourself from the seat and sauntering towards him. His gaze stayed glued to you as you made your way over to him.
“You’re staring.” You remarked, biting down on your lip to suppress a grin.
“C’mon, I’m- I’m trying to work. You’re no fair.” Matt spoke softly, placing the paper face down on the wooden desk.
“You just need a break.” You whispered softly, splaying your hand out against his chest, caressing it down gently. His breaths were now choppy and quick, his wide eyes darting across your figure. As your hand slowly moved down, a flush spread quickly across his pale face.
“Just-” Matt began, his voice a hushed whimper, “Just be quick.”
This elicited a smirk from you, both of your hands now rushing down to unbuckle his belt. Your fingers worked meticulously at the buckle, opening it slowly so as to not make much noise. You didn’t bother to remove his belt, instead simply moving it out of the way and going straight to his pants.
The button came undone, and then the zipper. You tugged his slacks down just enough to give you some space.
Your eyes flickered lustfully down the trail of brown hair that led from his belly button down into his underwear. You stood up straight, facing him, pressing your chest against his as you placed one hand on the desk, pinning him against it. He let out a soft ‘oof’. Your other hand travelled quickly into his boxers, the sudden movement making him shiver.
As your hand travelled further, your eyes flickered up to meet Matt's, his brown eyes heavy-lidded. You leaned forwards and kissed him, his chapped lips warm and familiar. As you pulled away, he let out a rushed sigh, his head tipping back and his eyes fluttering shut.
Slowly, you slipped your hand past the coarse hair, dipping your middle and ring finger into his already slick folds. You felt his entire body tense up against yours at the feeling.
“You’re already so worked up…” You hummed, eyeing him with a teasing smirk. He simply shook his head, barely letting out a breathy chuckle.
As the motions of your delicate fingers quickened, Matt’s hand fumbled across your side, landing on your shoulder. His short fingernails clawed desperately at the soft, clothed skin. His dark-lashed eyes flickered up to meet yours, blinking slowly and lustfully.
Your pace quickened before stopping entirely, dipping further into his boxers to slip a single finger into his slick entrance. He let out a strained moan, his breathing now clearly laboured. You quickly pulled your hand from the desk, placing it firmly over his mouth.
“C’mon, you gotta be quiet…” You urged him, your tone half desperate and half mocking.
“This is wrong…” He whispered, his voice muffled from your hand pressed against his mouth. “So wrong…”
You simply nodded, keeping your hand firm against his mouth, his breath warm against your sweating palm. As your finger curled against his tight walls, your thumb worked gently at his cock. You slipped a second finger into his warmth, causing him to let out a long whine against your hand.
“Shhh…” You shushed him, leaning forward to kiss him gently on the neck. Your fingers curled and thrusted inside of him, your fingers slowly getting rougher as you relished in his muffled whimpers and moans.
You moved your thumb away from his clit before pressing it down harder, rubbing circles along the soft wetness. Matt’s back arched against the desk, and he let out a deep groan against your palm. Your eyes met his, and he nodded profusely, his brown eyes wide like a doe.
You quickened the pace yet curled your fingers just the same, and you felt Matt’s breath against your hand becoming heavier and heavier. His hand stayed firm on your shoulder, still clawing at it shakily. The other hand scratched the wooden desk, so hard that you were sure he’d leave marks.
Soon enough, you brought Matt to his peak- his entire body convulsing and arching and twitching with endorphins. Slowly, you pulled your hand away from his mouth, revealing a small grin planted on his thin lips. He swallowed and sighed, his voice shaky.
“That- that was…”
“I told you that you needed a break.”