Toby smiles, biting his lip, knowing full well by now that it drives me crazy.
Our burgeoning relationship makes for an interesting atmosphere at work. We both know we have to keep it as quiet as possible till his work experience is over, but the secrecy just makes it all the more exciting. So far we’ve been incredibly well behaved, mainly keeping out of each other’s way during the day, then meeting up at my house after work and fucking furiously to release the day’s pent up lust.
I sat in my little office finishing some layouts for a catalogue when he comes in, glances out of the large internal window to make sure he hasn’t been seen, and closes the blind.
‘I’d like to make it memorable.’
I deliberately play dumb, but I know what he’s up to.
‘Oh, it will be! I’ve booked us a table at a good restaurant, then we can go to a nice quiet bar I’ve been told about for a few drinks.’
‘That’s not what I mean.’
I radiate innocence.
‘Really? What do you mean?’
He just laughs and comes round to my side of the desk, spins my chair to face him, and gets on his knees. There’s already a bulge forming in my trousers, he looks at it with amusement.
‘Your dick knows what I mean.’
‘Toby, I’d love to but…’
‘Shhhh!’
I want to resist, I really do. If we’re caught I’m in big trouble, but the whole furtive nature of it is such a massive turn-on that I do little to stop him when he pops open my top fly button. He takes his time unzipping my trousers, and when my cock is finally free I’m fully hard with anticipation. Taking it in his hand, his eyes fix on mine as he sweeps his tongue across the head, then it disappears into his warm mouth.
‘Toby…’
‘Hmmm?’
I lean back in my seat and run my hand through his hair. A couple of weeks ago he wasn’t that good at blow-jobs, but I’ve taught him well and he’s a quick, enthusiastic, learner.
‘Mmmmm… This is a really bad idea…’
‘Hmmm…’
The vibration of his voice gives me shivers as more of my shaft is consumed. I close my eyes and push back a little, relishing the sensation.
There is a knock at the door. We panic. Toby hides in the desk’s kneehole, I don’t even have time to do up my flies.
‘Come in.’
It’s Clair from HR.
‘Hi Alec, I’m looking for Toby, have you seen him?’
‘Toby? Noooo, isn’t he with Steve?’
‘No, Steve said he thought he’d come in here.’
Oh shit. Work fast.
‘Well, he was here a few minutes ago, I think he’s gone out for lunch.’
I hope like hell its convincing. Am I a good liar? I’m just about to find out.
‘Okay, I’ll catch up with him this afternoon. Can I have a quick chat?’
No, please go away, I have my dick out. Why does she want to talk to me? Has someone said something? We’ve been so careful…
‘Sure!’
Thankfully the topic is a team member’s upcoming maternity leave.
‘So you’ll get the final say on who we take on, I want them to be a good fit.’
‘Yes, thanks. It’s important that we have the right person, I…ugh!’
I glance below the desk again. With a mischievous wink he takes in my whole length. I can feel myself starting to sweat.
‘So…so…argh!’
I can’t help making involuntary noises.
‘I…ummm…urgh!’
Clair looks worried.
‘Are you alright?’
‘Fine! F…fine!’
‘You look flushed. Are you sure?’
Toby is working my dick like a pro. I can feel him bobbing up and down on me and it feels incredible. My hands are trembling, so I drum my fingers to hide it and cover any other, wetter, noises she might hear.
‘ I…ummm…. I guess I’m coming down with something.’
The danger of the situation seems to make the sensations all the sweeter. Close to cumming, I pretend to cough.
‘You really don’t look well. Maybe you should go home. I can get back to you about this Monday.’
I really, really need to cum, but I have to hold myself back, if I can. It’s exquisite torture.
‘Yes…yes…Monday.’
With a look of caring concern, she thankfully leaves and I climax almost immediately, Toby drinking down every creamy drop.
Sagging in my chair, I’m physically and emotionally spent.
‘Oh my god…’
With a laugh he awkwardly clambers out from his hiding place.
‘Sorry.’
I grin.
‘No you’re not.’
Leaning over, he kisses me. I can taste the sweet-salty flavour on his lips.
‘You’re right, I’m not sorry in the slightest.’
After that, work never quite felt the same, there was something missing, and not just the sexual tension. I carried on as before, doing my job, hitting the deadlines, watering Debbie the spider plant, but I missed catching his eye across the office, giving his backside a quick, furtive, squeeze when I caught him alone in the small kitchen. I can cope, but I wish he was still here.
What happened to the both of us? Well, Toby has finished the second year of his degree and is saving a lot of money now he’s not in student housing, and I get to share my bed every night with a gorgeous, clever, irresistible young man. I love him very much, and in another year I’ll start reminding Clair about that great intern we had a couple of years ago. He must be graduating in the next year or so, and I could really do with another graphic designer on my team…