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.”

Derek’s grip tightened, possessive. “Say it clearer.”

“I want your cock in my ass. I want you to fuck me raw right here.”

The confession snapped whatever leash Derek had been keeping on himself. In one smooth motion he shoved the laptop aside, grabbed Liam by the hips, and hauled him up. Files scattered. Liam’s chest hit the polished wood with a soft thud as Derek pinned him there, broad body covering him from behind.

“Greedy little hole’s been winking at me for weeks,” Derek growled against his ear. “Time to feed it.”

He yanked Liam’s belt open with practiced violence, shoved slacks and briefs down in one rough tug. Cool air kissed Liam’s bare skin. His cock bobbed free, already leaking. Derek kicked Liam’s feet wider, then dropped to his knees.

The first wet swipe of tongue against his hole tore a broken moan from Liam’s throat. Derek didn’t tease; he devoured. Strong hands spread Liam’s cheeks wide while that hot, insistent tongue speared inside him, licking deep, circling, sucking. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the empty office. Liam’s fingers scrabbled against the table, hips pushing back shamelessly.

Derek pulled back just long enough to spit on his fingers and push two thick digits inside. The stretch was immediate, perfect. He scissored them, crooked them, found the spot that made Liam’s knees buckle.

“Fuck—Derek—”

“Beg better than that.”

“Please. More. I need your cock. I’ve been fingering myself every night thinking about you wrecking me.”

A third finger joined the first two. Derek worked him open with merciless precision, tongue flicking over stretched rim, fingers pumping deep. Liam’s cock dripped onto the expensive wood beneath him. He was shaking, hole clenching greedily around the invasion, desperate for more.

When Derek finally stood, the sound of his zipper was deafening. Liam looked back over his shoulder just in time to see the thick, veined length of Derek’s cock spring free—eight inches of heavy, angry meat, already glistening at the tip. Derek tore open a condom from his wallet, rolled it on, then grabbed the small bottle of lube he’d clearly planned on using all along. He slicked himself generously, then poured a cold drizzle directly onto Liam’s twitching hole.

“Gonna claim this greedy ass now,” Derek said, voice rough. “You’re gonna take every inch like the cock-hungry slut you are.”

He pressed the fat head against Liam’s entrance and pushed.

The stretch burned in the best way. Liam’s mouth fell open on a silent cry as Derek sank forward in one long, relentless stroke, not stopping until his hips were flush against Liam’s ass and every inch was buried to the root. The fullness was overwhelming. Perfect. Liam’s eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Derek groaned. “This hole was made for me.”

He gave Liam three seconds to adjust before he started moving—long, powerful thrusts that rocked the heavy table. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the conference room. Derek’s cock dragged over Liam’s prostate with every stroke, forcing desperate, filthy sounds from his throat.

“Harder,” Liam begged, voice cracking. “Fuck me like you own it.”

Derek’s palm cracked across one cheek in answer. Then he gave Liam exactly what he asked for.

He fucked him like a man possessed—brutal, deep, punishing strokes that made Liam’s toes curl inside his dress shoes. The desk creaked dangerously. Liam’s cock slapped against his own stomach, untouched and leaking steadily.

After several minutes of relentless doggy-style pounding, Derek pulled out with a wet pop. Before Liam could protest, strong hands flipped him onto his back atop the long conference table. Derek shoved Liam’s legs up and over his broad shoulders, folding him in half. The new angle let Derek sink even deeper. Their faces were inches apart now. Derek’s eyes were black with lust.

“Look at me while I wreck you,” he ordered.

He started again—slow, grinding circles that let Liam feel every ridge and vein, then suddenly shifting into savage jackhammering that punched the breath from Liam’s lungs. The table jolted with every thrust. Liam’s hand flew to his own cock, stroking frantically, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head.

“You’re gonna come with my dick buried in your guts,” Derek growled, sweat dripping from his brow onto Liam’s chest. “Gonna flood this greedy hole until it’s dripping my load for days.”

Liam’s head thrashed. The pressure was unbearable, exquisite. Derek’s relentless cock hammered his prostate without mercy. The wet squelch of lube and flesh filled the air.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Come,” Derek commanded, slamming in to the hilt and grinding deep. “Now.”

Liam shattered. His cock pulsed hard, painting thick ropes of cum across his own stomach and chest. His ass clamped down rhythmically around Derek’s thickness, milking him. The orgasm seemed to last forever, white-hot and devastating.

Derek snarled, hips stuttering. He buried himself to the balls and came with a guttural groan, pulsing hard inside the condom as Liam’s hole spasmed around him. The sheer intensity left both men trembling.

For a long minute the only sound was their ragged breathing.

Then Derek pulled out slowly, carefully. He peeled the condom off, tied it, and set it aside. His eyes dropped to Liam’s wrecked, puffy hole, still twitching and leaking a thin trail of lube. Something tender crossed his face. He grabbed a stack of soft office towels from the side cabinet, dampened a few with water from the cooler, and began gently cleaning Liam’s skin—first the cum on his belly, then carefully around his sensitive opening. The touch was shockingly gentle after the brutal fucking.

When Liam was clean, Derek pulled him up into a sitting position on the edge of the table and stepped between his spread thighs. Big hands cupped Liam’s face. Their eyes met—raw, open, suddenly vulnerable.

Derek leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn’t the kiss of a cocky coworker claiming a prize. It was deep, slow, and devastatingly sweet. Tongues slid together like they had all the time in the world. When they finally parted, Derek rested their foreheads together.

“This is only the beginning,” he whispered, voice husky. “I’m going to claim this greedy ass every single night after work until you can’t imagine leaving this office without my cum inside you.”

Liam smiled, dazed and glowing, heart cracking wide open with sudden understanding.

He had never told Derek that the entire late-night project had been his idea—deliberately manufactured so they would be alone. He had spent weeks provoking those teasing compliments, wearing the tightest slacks he owned, bending over every time Derek walked past. The nervous marketing assistant had orchestrated every second of his own delicious ruin.

And he had never been happier to be completely, perfectly claimed.