Coworker's Relentless Cock Claims My Greedy Ass

The office was hushed after seven, the overhead fluorescents dimmed to a sleepy glow that left most of the floor in shadow. Only the conference room at the end of the hall still burned bright. Liam sat at the long table, collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled high, trying to focus on the quarterly deck while his pulse hammered in his throat.

Derek leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, the fabric of his dress shirt straining across a chest that spent too many lunch hours in the company gym. At twenty-nine he carried himself like a man who had never been told no. For weeks he had been circling Liam with lazy, filthy compliments—that ass of yours was built to take a pounding, kid—and lingering stares that made Liam’s secret fantasies feel suddenly, dangerously visible.

Liam was twenty-four, slender, dark-haired, and quietly obsessed with the very thing Derek kept teasing him about. He had spent too many nights with thick toys stretching him open, moaning into his pillow, imagining rough hands and a relentless cock. Now that fantasy was standing ten feet away, watching him with dark, knowing eyes.

“Slide those projections over,” Derek said, voice low. He dropped into the chair beside Liam instead of across from him. Their knees brushed. Neither moved away.

They reviewed the slides in clipped sentences. Derek’s cologne—something woody and expensive—curled around Liam’s senses. When Derek reached for the laptop, his palm settled high on Liam’s thigh like it belonged there. Heat flared instantly under the fabric of Liam’s slacks.

Liam’s breath hitched. He didn’t pull away.

Derek’s fingers flexed, then slid higher, cupping the firm swell of Liam’s ass through wool and cotton. A rough squeeze. A low hum of approval.

“Been thinking about this ass for weeks,” Derek murmured. “Every time you bend over the copier I imagine bending you over something better.”

Liam’s cock surged against his zipper. The words he’d rehearsed in his head a hundred times tumbled out, shaky but certain.

“I want it.”