I laugh out loud to myself as I roll down the blinds. I’d never masturbated in the office before. Never needed to.
No woman had got me so wound up that I couldn’t just put my lust to one side and continue with business.
I lock the door and pull down the zipper of my trousers, letting it spring out, red and furious. A small bit of precum drips down.
Fuck I’m so ready. What a waste.
This is what I’ve resorted to. Instead of focusing on a multi-million pound acquisition, I was hand fucking myself in a shitty make-shift office.
I start stroking. I need something to get me there quicker.
The video.
In the end, I didn’t have the guts to ask Tristan. There was no plausible reason I could come up with as to why I’d need a video of his sister singing. He knew when I was on the chase, and he’d see right through me.
No, like a true stalker, I had gained access to the CCTV from the bar that night, citing I had my watch stolen. They knew it was a 10 grand watch. They gave up the footage with no argument.
With my dick in my left hand, I scroll through my phone impatiently, with my other hand.
Bingo.
There’s that beautiful face. I could stare at those green eyes forever.
I turn down the sound and stare at the soft mouth with the luscious lips. What I wouldn’t do to bite down on that lip.
I imagine my hands running up her body, cupping those breasts, my mouth biting and sucking those glorious nipples. Pulling her legs apart, reaching my hand down into her warm core; pushing my fingers into her. Imagine finger fucking her until her legs gave in. Hearing her moans as she screamed my name. My name.
Yes. I was close.
I pump my cock hard, watching it swell in my hands, my climax building. The door handle starts rattling from the outside.
What the fuck?
How is it turning?
I locked it.
Except it’s not locked.
The 2D vision on my phone turns into a 3D version as she storms through the door, flapping paper in front of her face.
Her eyes travel down, and she stops abruptly, the papers falling to the floor.
“Don’t you knock?” I growl, breathing hard.
She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she just stands there, watching me stroke up and down my length.
Her jaw hangs open.
She likes what she sees, I realise from her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. She wants this.
A small whimper escapes her, pushing me over the edge.
It’s too late; I’m too far gone. I can’t stop this train wreck.
Not breaking our gaze, I climax hard, groaning, my liquid spurting out into the tissue.
Her eyes travel upwards and lock onto mine, shocked.
“This is a private office.” I snarl as I wipe my juices on the tissue. “You can’t just waltz in whenever you feel like it.”
“Didn’t you see the fucking blinds down? Do you think you have special rights?” She opens her mouth to speak then closes it.
I’m furious. With which one of us I cannot fathom, her for storming through my office uninvited or for me not being able to stop myself coming in front of her.
She bends down to fumble with the papers she dropped, and I realise how nervous she is.
“Sorry,” I say more softly as she scrabbles with the paper on the floor. I fix myself back in my pants. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I wanted to talk about my employment contract,” She stammers, staring at the floor. “I’ll come back when you have your hands free.”
Despite my compromising situation, I can’t stop smiling at her choice of words. She was sassy, I’ll give her that.
The door slams shut.
I stand for a minute, not moving. I know the car will be outside now for the awards ceremony.
Did I really just finish myself off in front of an employee, in front of Tristan’s little sister?
I breathe out sharply.
I’ve got myself in hot water before, had situations where HR had to intervene, and had one too many libel cases against me, but this takes it to a new level.
I laugh hard to myself.
This could be the biggest fuck up in my career and yet the most arousing.
Charlie
I close the door and hear him fumble with the latch behind me.
Did that actually just happen?
Did I really interrupt Danny Walker’s most private moment and stand there and watch?
Michelle, his PA, looks up at me questioningly from behind her desk. “Anything else you need?” Yes, please, a skip of ice to submerge myself in, to stop burning up.
I must look strange, standing here frozen to the spot clinging to documents.
“No,” I respond in a jerky voice walking off. I need to steady my breathing.
He saw me and didn’t stop. He kept his gaze on me and kept on going until he ejaculated, right there with me watching.
I can say without a doubt that was the most sexually arousing experience of my life despite the fact I wasn’t directly involved. I never took myself for a voyeur before.
I’m slick between the legs. Watching him come undone in front of me has turned me into a bitch in heat.
I need to get out of this office. My sex is throbbing.
That look on his face. His orgasm face. Something I never thought I’d get to see.
Watching his liquid spurt out, so much of it, god, I wanted him to empty inside me. Every last drop. It was so damn thick, so angry-looking. Like it could tear me apart. I wanted to run and grab it in my hands and bury it deep in me.
And those eyes. How he stared at me with such conflicting anger and lust. No man has ever looked at me like that before.
No wonder he has women flinging themselves at him.
He’s destroyed me. I’ll never be able to have sex with another man again without being disappointed.