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.