Chapter Text
Credit: @gildedsnow on Instagram
Even though it wasn’t in your job description, you felt that you had a responsibility to keep your boss happy. Or at least as close to happy as he can get, considering you’ve never seen the man crack a real smile. You had been working under Mr. Higuruma for almost a year now, and in that time you’ve learned that he was one of the most compassionate people you’ve ever met. However, that didn’t necessarily translate in his demeanor. As great of a lawyer he was, it was always a catch 22 when it came to what his heart and mind felt was truly right versus the reality of the justice system he’s devoted his life to. With each case he took on, it was admirable how much time and care he took with each client. Being a defense lawyer in a country that was more than willing to throw an innocent man in jail was no easy task. For every one case he would win, there were another ten that didn’t turn out as well. You’ve had to reassure him many times that even if he didn’t win the case, just him being the client's lawyer was the best outcome they could’ve had. He’s had to watch dozens of men be hauled off by cops as they dragged them to their fate. But Mr. Higuruma could almost always lessen their sentence, or get them on lifetime parole if he was lucky. His match record may not look that impressive on paper, but you had seen first hand just how great of a lawyer he was.
So on mornings like this when you would walk in to see your boss slumped over his desk wearing yesterday's suit, you were already prepared for what to do. You set down the coffee cup close enough to him that he would smell the caffeine when he’d start to come to his senses. You had already picked up one of his suits from the dry cleaners and hung it on the coat rack before making your way over to the window behind his desk. By the time you had pushed back the blinds to reveal the early sunrise, you could already hear grumbling from behind you.
“Oh, thank god,” you heard him mumble before he popped the lid off the cup and started downing the cappuccino with three extra shots of espresso. It still amazes you that a human could consume something at that temperature so quickly without melting their insides.
As you set down the files on his desk, he finally sat up straight and grimaced down at his wrinkled clothes. He cursed to himself before saying, “I need a shower.”
“Your suit is on the coat rack, and as I was clocking in, there wasn’t anyone in the gym locker room downstairs,” you said idly as you started to organize some of the papers that got displaced during your bosses overnight stay. He didn’t respond with words but you knew he heard what you said. He threw back his head as he drank the last bit of his coffee before tossing the cup in the little trash bin beside his desk. He still looked groggy, but more alert as he opened one of the drawers in his desk. You were only half paying attention as you assumed he was looking for his phone or keys, but was caught off guard when he set a tiny red velvet box on his desk in front of you.
“Um, what is that, sir?”
There were shadows under his eyes when he squinted up at you, stating plainly, “It’s a gift. For your one year under my employment.”
Blinking down at him, you said, “Has it really been a year?”
You were truly surprised. This was by far the busiest, most hectic job you had ever taken on. And you supposed the nature of that made the time pass quickly. Mr. Higuruma didn’t seem like the type to bother with gifts, giving or getting, so it took you aback that he even thought to do something like this. As he stood from his chair, you reached out for the box and held it between the two of you. You looked up at him, only to see him give you a look that said ‘Well? Open it.’ Like the good little secretary you were, you did as you were told, eyes brightened when you looked down at the dainty bronze chain that had a pearl nestled in the middle. You weren’t much of a jewelry wearer, only using your small collection whenever you were attending a formal occasion. But this necklace’s beauty was so understated that you were looking forward to wearing it each day.
“Mr. Higuruma… I don’t know what to say…,” you said, still looking down at the opulent pearl.
“You could start with thank you,” he said in a flat tone, but when you looked up at him, he had the smallest hint of a smirk on his face. It was a rare look from him, one that made him look younger than his actual age. He was only in his mid thirties, but stress and long sleepless nights have granted him crows feet around his eyes that were emphasized any time he had a look like this. He was over ten years your senior, but seeing him more relaxed was reassuring that you were doing a good job.
“Thank you, of course. It’s beautiful,” you said as you gently grabbed the chain and set the box down on his desk. Another reason why you hardly wore necklaces was because it was difficult for you to clasp it with your nails, but luckily Mr. Higuruma offered to help and you turned around as he brought the chain around your neck. He mumbled something about his fingers being too damn big for this, but moments later you could feel the cool pearl nestled over your sternum. You looked down at it, bringing a hand up to run your finger across its smooth surface. While doing so, you felt your boss’s forehead rest on your shoulder. He sighed, clearly still waking up from his less than ideal sleep. It was hard to keep yourself still when you could feel his breath run down your shoulder blade. He was only ever like this when he was really tired, but a small part of you always appreciated these rare times when he was a little bit touchy. Though he never pushed it as far as you’d like it to go...
“You don’t have any court appearances scheduled till 10, sir,” putting a stop to those intrusive thoughts.
“Yeah, but there’s still some reports I have to finish.” You weren’t sure if he meant to, but when he raised his head, the side of his face just barely brushed against yours as he said, “Mm, you smell so good.”
He turned away to head out of his office before he could see the flustered expression on your face as you looked after him. Many people found Mr. Higuruma to be too curt, or just plain boring. But this was a side of him only you got to see, though he never seemed to notice the effect it had on you.
—-
Halfway through booting up your laptop and checking your emails, something in your peripheral caught your attention and you mentally chastised yourself for your carelessness. Your boss’s clean suit was still hanging up on the coat rack, and he was all the way down at the ground level with nothing to change into. Grabbing the plastic wrapped suit, you headed towards the elevator and made your way to the company’s gym. Since it was so early and the offices weren’t technically open yet, there was no one around and you could hear the sound of running water as you made your way towards the men’s locker room.
Standing in front of the only shower stall that had its curtain drawn, you said, “Sir, you forgot your suit. I’m going to hang it by the towel rack.”
“Oh, thank you. I was just looking for my phone to text you about that,” came a familiar voice, however it sounded like it was coming from behind you. You slowly turned to see your boss completely drenched with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. One hand was gripping the towel while his dark locks were stuck to his forehead, and the bareness of his chest emphasized just how tall and broad he was. You really hoped you had put on enough make up this morning to hide any potential blush, for you’ve never seen him like this before.
To make things worse, his eyes lowered as he leaned down to be at eye level with you. For a moment it looked like he was trying to look down your shirt, but you knew he was never that brash. Instead he looked at your face and said, “Is everything alright? Your neck is a bit red.”
‘ Oh god.’ Though the makeup on your face seemed to do a well enough job, your neck gave you away. You just hoped it wasn’t too obvious for what reason. But Mr. Higuruma seemed to already be moving on from it as he met your eyes and said, “Hopefully it isn’t the necklace. It looks good on you.”
“Thank you, sir,” you chirped as you walked past him to hang up his suit. It took everything in your power to not look back as you heard the sound of the shower curtain being drawn back.
—-
The rest of the day had gone on like any other, and by the time you were clocking out, you remembered that you had made dinner plans with your family tonight. It wasn’t till you had parked your car in the front yard of your parents home that the evening sun caught light on the pearly ivory shell, and you spent several minutes trying to take it off. It felt like a shame to leave it behind, but you also didn’t want your parents asking about where you suddenly got such an expensive looking piece of jewelry. Your mother was constantly hinting at marriage and trying to play matchmaker, and you didn’t want to find out what her reaction would be if she knew it came from your boss. So instead, you looped the chain around your ankle, having much greater success hooking the latch before exiting your car and going on with the rest of your evening, your hidden gift tucked away beneath your pant leg.
—-
The rest of the work week passed by like any other. Though you spent a lot of time with Mr. Higuruma, most of that was spent in meetings and court appearances. With it being Friday evening and the two of you were knocking out reports to finish before the weekend, this was the first time it felt like you were actually alone with him since the shower incident.
‘No. Not an incident. It’s not like anything happened. You were just taken aback by how well built your boss was. It shouldn’t really be that much of a surprise, considering how good he looked in his suits. What am I saying! I need to just shut up and-’
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your name being called, and you looked up to see your boss looking at you intently from across his desk. Even though you technically had your own workspace, it was easier to sit close to him considering how much paperwork needed to be exchanged. He had a concerned look on his face as he said, “Is everything alright? Your neck is red again.”
“Oh, I’m fine I swear. Maybe just a bit warm,” you said quickly as you peeled off your cardigan, more so to prevent any pit stains from showing up on your blouse.
Your answer didn’t seem to satisfy him and for a moment you were afraid that he somehow had the power to read your mind. He paused for a moment before saying, “I notice that you haven’t worn the necklace since the day I gave it to you. I hope it didn’t cause some type of allergic reaction.”
Great. Not only were you a flustered mess, but now it looked like you were ungrateful for his generosity. Feeling like you needed to immediately mend the situation, you stood up from your chair as you said, “No, I’m wearing it. I swear!”
“You are?” he asked, looking you up and down as you made your way around his desk. His eyes widened ever so slightly as he watched you sit back against his desk and raise one leg out in a 90 degree angle. Your heeled foot was at the same level as his face, giving him the perfect view of his gift wrapped around your ankle, the pearl dangled about half an inch from your achilles heel.
“See?” you said before lowering your foot, but was interrupted half way through when your bosses hand shot out to grab your ankle. It was almost a possessive hold with the way two of his fingers were tucked underneath the chain. He rolled in his desk chair so he was now sitting in front of you, and you started to feel even more flushed as you realized the position you were in.
“This isn’t really the proper way to wear a piece of fine jewelry,” he said simply, though it looked like there was the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
“Oh, um, I didn’t mean any offense, sir. I can take it off and put it back-“
“It’s quite alright. It looks good this way,” he said before meeting your eyes with an amused tilt to his brow, “Though it does show your age.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not that young,” your brows furrowed.
“Too young to be caring for a sorry sap like me,” he said, but his eyes almost looked playful as they traveled down your body. When they stopped at your thighs, you instinctively squeezed them together to suppress whatever feeling was starting to form between them. It didn’t go unnoticed by him, and you thought quickly of what to say next in hopes of distracting him.
“It’s no trouble at all, especially since I have the best boss in the whole world,” you said with a bashful smile. You were buttering him up but you also meant every word.
“Now don’t go saying things like that. You’re going to give me a big head,” he said while his chair inched closer to you, and though you kept your thighs pressed together, he was practically sitting between your calves while still holding up your ankle. Time suddenly felt slower and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, not when he was looking up at you so intently. You’d often share lighthearted banter with your boss, but that was usually while the two of you were working on some project or completing a task. Whereas right now all of his attention was on you. Did he always have this look in his eyes when he watched you? You couldn’t put a word to it, but it made you conscious of how every breath you took pushed out your chest, making your skin feel sensitive all over.
“If that means you’ll be happy, then I’ll proudly carry it for you,” you said with a soft smile, bending forward to be more at eye level with him, but stopped half way through when you realized that you had almost put your chest in his face.
“Mm, but I think the weight of it would be too much for hands as small as yours,” he said while placing your foot on the armrest of his chair. You were certain he couldn’t see anything under your skirt, but the gap in the fabric was wider despite your thighs still being pressed together. If anyone were to stumble upon the two of you like this, it would be very hard to explain. But you knew for a fact that everyone had gone home and the entire floor was empty.
Sitting up straight, you pretended to smooth down your pencil skirt as you said, “Well… my lap is always an option.”
“Always?” he said with a sly look, the side of his face leaning towards your knee, just millimeters away from touching you. “Always is a dangerous word. I could take advantage of that sentiment if I were a lesser man.”
Your pulse was thrumming beneath your skin but you kept your cool as you said, “But I know you aren’t. You’ve always taken good care of me, Mr. Higuruma.”
“You can call me Hiromi when we’re alone,” he said before pulling back, and you were afraid that the moment was over, but there was something in his eyes that told you he had more to say. “We’re both adults, so I think we can tell where this is heading, if I'm not mistaken. It would be a bit of a mood killer if I went into the logistics of why we should stop, but frankly, I don’t give a damn right now. All I care about is finding out if my sweet secretary tastes as good as she acts.”
“It’s not an act, Mr- I mean, Hiromi,” you said softly.
He kept his eyes on you the entire time as he said, “May you open up for me, dear?”
Somehow you didn’t melt into a puddle on the floor, and was able to lift your other leg up to match the one that was basically stepping on his armrest. There was a pause, but not because you were having second thoughts. You just wanted to put into memory the way his eyes stayed on yours the entire time, even as you began to spread your legs. He was still looking only at your face when they were far enough apart that your knees were directly above your feet, and it only made you more antsy the longer he dragged the moment out.
“I-is this what you wanted to see, sir?” you asked timidly, a heavy feeling building up between your legs. He finally looked down, and god, if only you could snap a photo of his face at that moment. He looked pained with hunger as he eyed the wet spot in the center of your satin panties.
“May I take these off for you, sweetheart?” he asked as his hands grazed your thighs, thumbs hooking under your skirt but not pushing it up just yet.
“Please, Hiromi,” you said while scooting your hips forward till they were sitting right at the edge of his desk. His hands went slow as they started to push up your skirt, long fingers coasting over your goosebump covered skin. He took a moment to massage the flesh of your hips under the waistband of your panties before he hooked his fingers around them and started to drag them down your legs. You brought your feet together so he could easily slip them past your ankles. His hands rested on either side of you on the desk as you opened your legs for him again, and one of his hands still held onto the panties. The room was dim, considering how late it was, but he could still see the bout of wetness nestled in your folds. He was shamelessly staring down at it as he said his next words.
“God, such a pretty pussy.”
You couldn’t help but to let out a moan. Why did he have to sound like that? As if he had been roaming the deserts for weeks and you were a stream of crystal clear water. His hands were still planted on the desk as he got up from his chair, pushing it back with his foot as he lowered himself down to his knees before you. You have seen many expressions on your boss's face before, but never desire as thick and heavy as this. Hell, you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen a look like this from anyone. Especially when it was directed at you. The feeling it gave you was so intense that you felt more slick drip out of you and run down your ass. You could tell that he had seen it by the way he hissed a curse as his hands balled into fists on either side of you.
“Please, sir!” you whimpered pathetically, knees shaking slightly.
“What is it, my dear?” his voice was calm as he met your eyes, but you could tell he was just as high strung as you, his head inching closer and closer to your apex. You could start to feel the warmth of his breath over your cunt and it took everything in you not to grip his hair and shove him exactly where you needed him.
“Please… can you just…do something already!” you said, utterly embarrassed at this point but you couldn’t care less how desperate you sounded. You just needed him.
“So impatient. And all while dripping on my desk,” he said with a smirk, deep set eyes boring into yours as he inched his face closer. You felt his breath blanket your cunt as he said, “I don’t praise you enough, but I plan to make you feel my gratitude. Slowly, and one letter at a time.”
Your teeth sank into your bottom lip and that's when he finally decided to show mercy. He wrapped his lips around your aching clit, immediately groaning at the taste. For a few seconds, his eyes fluttered at different intervals as if he was intoxicated by your taste. And maybe he was, with the way his mouth was devoted to licking, sucking, yanking and suckling on every part of you. You were glad that there was no one else around, because the noises that escaped your mouth were damn near pornographic. You had to plant your palms further back behind you to prevent yourself from falling, and it was difficult to keep your legs spread when they’d be tempted to squeeze his head every time his tongue ran up your entire slit.
His long fingers gripped your hips possessively and a moan of his name rang loudly throughout the room as he started to rock your hips back and forth. His hooked nose would press against your clit at just the right pressure to send you reeling, and you threw your head back as your ankles loosely hooked behind his head. You moaned his name over and over and it sounded like a plea. For what, you didn’t know. But you certainly didn’t want him to stop. He had you over his watchful eyes and you didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Suddenly his fingertips pressed against your hole, lathering them in your slick before pressing them inside you. You could feel the stretch on every crevice and ridge of your walls, and your heart nearly stopped when they curled to press on a certain spot that has you seeing stars. You didn’t even realize how you were saying his name over and over until he pulled back and said, “Yes, baby?”
You were caught off guard, but at the same time there was something you had been wanting to do the moment his lips touched you. Feeling your pulse through your ears, you said, “Can I-… Is it okay if I kind of…. ride your face.”
“Do whatever you want to me, baby.”
You bit back a whimper, feeling like you could cum just from the pet names. Gently pressing your ankle to the back of his neck, you pulled him forward till his face was buried in your cunt at just the right pressure. Neither of you wasted time as you started to rock your hips against his moving tongue. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he guided them to grind against his face. Air didn’t even seem like a priority to him as he laved and sucked over any bit of you his mouth could reach, focusing on the areas that made you squeal and squirm with pleasure.
“Hiromi! Hiromi, I’m gonna…,” your thoughts were scrambled as your body took over like it was meant for this. Meant for him and his hands that could mold you in any way he wanted. You had always pushed aside your attraction for your boss, but the events of the last who knows how long were making you dizzy as your body’s carnal desire took over.
He seemed to have no intention of stopping, even as your thighs squeezed his head and your hands knotted through his hair. Every deep groan muffled into your cunt brought you closer until your head threw back and you let out a silent scream. He spent a long moment holding onto your shaking thighs as your orgasm took over your entire body, and the ankle that was wearing the necklace dug into his skin in the best way. He didn’t let up until he lapped up all of your release, and when he pulled back to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, you could already feel yourself getting excited again. You watched as he stood on his feet, hands planted on the desk on either side of your hips as he leaned down to kiss you. You could taste yourself more and more as the kissing went from soft pecks to heavier kisses that eased your mouth open to accept his tongue. You sucked on it generously, hoping to clue him in that you were willing to go further, but when he pulled back with a string up spit connecting your lips, you couldn’t help the pout that formed on your face.
His eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to yours, as if he was struggling to hold himself back as he said, “You’re far too good for me.”
“That’s not true,” you said quickly, eager to assure him. Your hands went under his suit jacket to grip the sides of his shirt as you said, “I think we’re… good for each other. But if this is all you want...”
You knew it was reckless to mess around with your boss when you clearly had feelings, and for a moment your heart sank at the idea of being rejected but that was halted when he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You weren’t sure if you ever got a look from someone like this before, but it made time freeze as he assured you with his next words.
“That’s the problem. This isn’t all that I want,” he said as he cupped your face, running a calloused thumb under your lower lashes. “The first time you walked into my life, I was just waiting for the moment when you would get fed up with me and leave. But you come into my office every day with that pretty smile and I… I was a fool for allowing myself to believe that I could ignore the way you make me feel.”
You didn’t expect for this to suddenly get so emotional, but you had to hold back tears that were rimming your eyes as you looked up at him and said, “Please, I… I wanna give this a chance. You can fire me or move me to a different department, but I don’t want to be separated from you. Please, just give me a chance...”
You hated how weak you sounded, but that’s exactly what you were. Weak for a man who you always felt was so beyond you in maturity and intelligence that he would never return your feelings. But it was like you had walked into a dream that was being held together by a mere bubble, threatening to burst at any moment. And you didn’t know if you were entirely ready to deal with the aftermath if you were mistaken.
“No.”
Pop . The bubble had burst, and what laid outside of its fragile walls was what felt like a ton of bricks weighing down your chest. You forgot how to breathe in that moment, and a part of you wished that the bubble had at least taken you away from this exact spot so you could face your consequences alone. But this was the reality you were forced to face now that all the cards were on the table.
“I’m not going to fire you. Or demote you, or anything for that matter,” he said before taking in a ragged breath. When you looked up at him, you could see that he was as nervous as you were, and it gave you the tiniest bit of hope that maybe this wasn’t over yet. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, fingers splayed over your waist and ribs as he pulled you in. You had to crane your neck to meet his eyes, and they watched your face intently as he said, “My little secretary is staying exactly where she is.”
“She is?” you perked up, nearly bumping noses with him that caused a rare smile to spread across his face. Another supercut you would have to frame in your memory for now.
“Mhm. She’s going to keep working by my side, waking me up to coffee, wearing the gifts I buy her. And maybe even visiting me again in the gym shower,” his expression was devilish as you gasped against his upturned lips.
“You- you know it wasn’t like that!” you said in a defensive tone while placing a hand against his chest to hold him back from kissing you, feeling taught muscles underneath.
“Really? Then why were you blushing so hard?”
“I will not be entertaining this any longer. At this point you’re just fishing for compliments.”
“That implies that you liked what you saw, am I correct?”
“Respectfully, sir…,” you said while pretending to straighten his already perfect collar before yanking it forward so his face was more leveled with yours. You had caught him off guard, which gave you the confidence to say against his lips. “...Shut up.”
The kissing had picked up right where it left off, except now your bodies were grinding against each other, desperate for friction that was being blocked by layers of clothing. His clothing that is, considering you were bare and dripping underneath your skirt. Feeling impatient, you pulled back to unclasp his belt. There was something sexy about the way he just stood there, hands hanging at his sides as he let you take off his pants.
“Aren’t you being a little impatient, dear? What’s the rush for?”
Darting up your gaze through your lashes, you said, “I wanna find out if I like what I see.”
Your thumbs hooked the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down far enough to free his cock. The second you laid eyes on it, you didn’t stop yourself in time before you were already gawking down at it like a fish. It ignited a low chuckle from Hiromi’s throat and you were certain you were red as a beet at this point. But it couldn’t be helped, not when what you were looking at was so alluring. The head of his cock wasn’t as thick as the shaft, which only slightly narrowed towards the base. It hung high and heavy and was already dripping precum from the blushing tip. If you weren’t so eager to have him inside of you, you would’ve already taken him in your mouth by now. You started to gently stroke it as he said, “Well? What do you think?”
One of your hands gripped the bottom of his now wrinkled dress shirt as you pulled him closer, widening your legs to allow the tip of his cock to press against your waiting hole. It nestled right at your opening, but you continued to stroke him as you said, “I think it would look better inside of me.”
Hiromi bit down on the inside of his cheek as he let out a muffled groan. You swore you could feel his cock twitch before it was being pushed inside of you. The first couple inches were the hardest to take, but once he was fully sheathed in you, your eyes rolled back from how good the stretch felt inside of you. He was filling you in places that you were certain have never been reached before and all you wanted was for him to fuck you senseless.
“Please, Hiromi...move...”
He looked down at you as he said in a challenging tone, “If you want it that bad, why don’t you fuck yourself on it?”
He pulled his head back to stare down at you, and your shaky hands gripped the edge of the desk as you started to push your hips in a thrusting motion. Even the few inches you were able to stroke had your mouth hanging open in a dumbified expression, too lost in the feeling of his cock to care how stupid you looked. As you started to pick up the pace, your breaths were becoming more labored as your head rocked lazily back and forth, eyes going cross as you tried your damnedest to get him as deep inside of you as you could. You could just barely feel the wiry hairs of his pubic when his hands gripped your hips hard, holding you in place. You whimpered like a sad kitten as he kept you stubbornly in place, waiting for you to meet his eyes. The permanent shadows that were under his eyes were only emphasized by the dim office lighting, and you watched his pupils dilate as he said, “Always so obedient.”
He suddenly pushed your hips forward at the same time as he reflected the motion with his. Not only were you stuffed with his cock, but your needy clit had finally found some traction to get off on. He kept your bodies that way, waiting for the glazed over look in your eyes to settle before he nearly dragged his entire cock out of you. Your hands were gripping pathetically to his shirt and your chin was resting on his sternum as you looked up at him, your eyes begging for him to continue. And that’s when he snapped.
The pace he started to unleash on you was almost angry, but looking into his eyes you knew that wasn’t the case. Hiromi was good at controlling his emotions, but you could tell he wasn’t holding back any longer. It was like he needed you like the human lungs needed air, and he had been holding his breath for far too long to not take advantage of what was in front of him now. You moaned his name over and over, each time coming out more broken than the last as he stretched you to his will. You knew your fingernails were digging into the wood under his desk. Knew your calves were swinging uselessly on either side of his hips. And you knew that the pearl was still dangling from your ankle, a façade of elegance adorning the absolute ruin you were becoming for this man. All you could do was take it while he gave you so much of himself. Every inch of his cock along with all his undivided attention. It was a point you never thought you’d reach with your boss and now it was all that surrounded you. So with his name chanting on your lips and your back arched, you continued to be fucked on his desk like some wild animal.
There was a bead of sweat forming on Hiromi’s temple, and you peeled back his suit jacket to let it fall to the floor below. His hands glided up your body to cup your breasts over your blouse before yanking down the material to reveal them to him. You cried out at the way his hips hitched forward, and his fingers started to knead the malleable flesh. He tilted his head down to start sucking on your neck, and you propped yourself up on your hands behind you to give him more access to your chest. Soon enough his lips were wrapped around one of your nipples and he had to hold you up by the small of your back as you mewled beneath him. He was gently pushing you down till your back was against the desk, wet lips dragging down the center of your chest before he stood up straight. He pushed back his hair with his hand roughly, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as he looked down at you. As desperate as you were for him to keep moving, you were also admiring the view in front of you. You were always making it a priority to keep him together, so there was something foreign about him looking down at you so uncomposed by your hands.
His eyes seemed to find something just off to the side of you, and for a moment you were worried that something was wrong, but your eyes widened when you saw him bring up your previously discarded panties to his face. He was flipping it in one hand till the crotch part was right in front of his lips, and it hid his dark smirk as he said, “I hope you can forgive me for this, dear.”
Before you could ask what he meant, he brought the wet spot you had formed in your panties into his mouth. You weren’t in the least bit repulsed, but for a moment an insecure part of you was worried he wouldn’t like what he tasted, but that couldn’t have been proven more wrong by the reaction he made as he sucked on the silky fabric. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a low moan that was masked by the whites of his knuckles. To him it was like a drug to taste you again, and his carnal reaction made the heat in your core pool till it was nearly overflowing. He picked up his pace with his hips once again and your hands shot out above you to grasp onto anything to keep you in place. You could hear various things falling to the ground, but you couldn’t care less considering how Hiromi was looking down at you. Your back arched off the desk so his shaft could rub against your walls at just the right angle, and just when you were somewhat stable, his fingers came down to pinch your clit. It would be a stretch to say that you were saying his name coherently, but it was the only thing that you could hear through the wet slapping sounds of his hips separating and joining back with yours. He was massaging your clit in slow, methodical circles despite the speed of his hips telling a different story. Your vision was getting progressively foggy as you felt your second orgasm coming, but you could see your knees had raised high, one of which was being held up by his large hand. Watching him moan to the point that the now sopping panties fell from his mouth was what sent you over, and you came hard as your vision went white. You could hear him cursing above you, and he pulled out in time to cum over your pussy. It only added to the mess that was pooled under you, and you could feel it dripping down your folds even as your breath started to even out.
Your eyes were pointed to the ceiling but you could hear Hiromi fall back into his chair. When your head lulled to the side, you could see him slouched back in his chair with his head thrown back and legs spread wide. You were glad the exhaustion was mutual, and eventually he was the first to sit up. You didn’t realize he was looking at the mix of fluids between your legs till you heard him curse to himself. Feeling embarrassed, you sat up and put your knees together as you attempted to smooth down your hair.
“We should probably clean up, sir,” you said with your face turned to the side and you could see the wall clock show how late it was. You hopped off the desk as you frantically started to pick the fallen papers and office supplies from the floor. You were halted by his hands cupping your elbows as he pressed your back to his chest. He started to nuzzle your neck, and he pulled back to suggest something in your ear.
“We should. Locker room?”