Rubbing her eyes, Clara leant back in her chair. Ten names hung on her screen, taunting her.
She had ten interns, and only three of them would be offered full-time roles tomorrow morning. And management had decided it was up to her to choose. They would be on her team, so it was up to her to make the final decision.
And she was supposed to have made it an hour ago.
The problem was that she needed to make sure her choices were good enough to get the results the company needed while not being so good that they outshone her. She’d managed to make her first two picks but simply couldn’t decide who would join them. Eight names remained, and none of them stood out.
Kicking off her heels, Clara stood and walked to the mini-fridge in the corner. Working late sucked, but at least getting promoted into her own office had its perks.
As she bent to grab a bottle of water, the door behind her opened. Turning her head, she saw Lane enter her office, his familiar smirk playing on his face as he took in her current position. Clara realised that bent over like this, anyone in the doorway had a perfect view of her ass. The fridge would have to be moved.
“Lane, what are you doing here?”
She stood up and faced him, but even then, she still barely came up to his chin. It was hard enough to project authority as it was. Maybe she should take height into consideration with her choices. “It’s gone seven.”
“I know.” The smirk reminded as he closed the door and walked up to her. “I wanted to stay behind and see if you’d made any decisions yet.”
“No. You’ll find out with everyone else tomorrow.”
In fact, Lane was already on the ‘No’ list. He wasn’t exactly bad at the job, but Clara didn’t need anyone on her team who relied so much on their looks. Plus, she was reasonably certain he’d managed to sleep with all three of the female interns already. That wasn’t the focus she wanted on her team.
He stepped closer.
“And I wondered if there was anything I could do to increase my chances.”
The back of Clara’s legs hit her desk. She hadn’t realised she’d be backing away. He stopped in front of her, smiling.
“You look stressed. Maybe I can help with that.”
“Lane, what…”
Suddenly his hand was on the back of her head, leaning in to press his lips against hers. His other hand found the small of her back, pulling her against him.
“Lane!” Her muffled exclamation gave him an opening. His tongue slid between her lips. Her tongue moved without thinking, snaking against his.
She shivered as his confident hands slid down her body and began to pull up her skirt.
“Lane, no. Not here.”
“I don’t think you mean that.” His mouth moved down, biting gently into the pale flesh of her neck. Unable to help herself, a groan slid from the back of Clara’s throat.
Lane led her around the desk and, with a gentle shove, pushed her into her chair. Then, kneeling between her legs, he took hold of her tights and, in a single, sharp movement, ripped them down the seam.
“Lane…” she whispered, looking at the door. The lights in the office beyond were dark, but there was bound to be someone in the building, somewhere.
He didn’t say a word. Instead, he lifted her right leg and placed it over his shoulder. Pulling down the sheer material of her ripped tights, he ran a line of kisses up the inside of her thigh. Biting her lip, all Clara could do was watch, her thighs clenching as the nerves in her skin lit up. Running a finger under her panties, Lane pulled them aside, took a moment to inhale, and then leant in.
There was a pause. The air on her pussy cold and exciting. Then Lane’s tongue slid along her swollen lips, from bottom to top, before gently flicking her clit. The involuntary gasp that escaped her mouth was followed by another. Grabbing his head in her hands, she let her head fall back.
“Yes…”
His mouth began to explore her, his tongue swirling. She heard him growl, the animalistic noise causing her body to pulse with primal excitement. She lifted her other leg, hooking her feet together to pull him into her. His hands run up and down her thighs, digging into her flesh, electricity shooting from each touch of his fingertips. All misgivings about the situation fled her mind, and she began to push her hips against him, grinding herself on his tongue as it swept and delved and flicked.
Then he pulled away, kneeling up to kiss her. She tasted the mana of her pussy as he undid her blouse and pulled down her bra, exposing her pert nipples for his mouth. She arched her back, pushing them into his face. The cold air on her pussy highlighted how wet he had made her. She hadn’t realised how desperate she had been for this release.
Standing, he pulled his shirt over his head and undid his trousers. His cock sprung out, but before she could take it, he had dragged her out of the chair and bent her over the desk. Her panties were roughly pulled down and dropped to puddle around one ankle.
He positioned himself behind her, and she felt his length slip between her thighs. But as she braced for penetration, none came.
“What…”
His hands slid around her body, cupping her tits as she found herself being pulled upright. His mouth found her ear.
“Do you want this?” He growled in her ear.
“Yes…” she moaned. There was no other answer she could have given. What had gotten into her? This wasn’t her, but she couldn’t say no.
“And you’re going to pick me for your team?”
“Yes, whatever you want. Please.”
Then he was inside her, thrusting forward and slipping smoothly between her moist, swollen lips. Already enflamed from his expert tongue, her pussy almost exploded right then and there.
“Fuck!”
He let go of her tits and put one hand on the back of her head to hold her against the desk. He moved slowly at first, allowing her to grow accustomed to his presence inside her. But he quickly built up speed. With each thrust, the sound of his body slapping against her ass sounded in the small office. The scent of sex filled her nostrils, driving her into a state of animal desire. There were no more words from either of them, just grunting and moaning. And yet, he seemed to understand her. When the pressure built too fast, he backed off. When it began to build, the pounding began afresh.
Then it happened. One moment Clara was face down on her desk, skimming along a seemingly endless plateau of pleasure. The next, she was screaming, her back arching as he pulled her hair, cumming harder than she could remember doing in years. Wordless moans filled the room. Her eyes rolled back in her head as fireworks exploded in her thighs, firing bursts of colour in every corner of her body. His cock was the only thing in her universe, a force of ecstasy that she never wanted to lose.
All too soon, the sensations subsided. Clara felt him leave her body, and she sagged to her knees. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and she would have collapsed if it hadn’t been for the hand gripping the back of her head. As her vision started to come back into focus, she felt something thick and warm push between her lips. Then an explosion filled her mouth. Instinctively, she swallowed. Then, realising what was happening grabbed his shaft with both hands to milk every last drop of satisfaction from him. She could feel him tense and twitch, hear his animal groans as he shared his orgasm with her. One final moment where she took back control, working his glorious cock with her hands while he grasped the table and lost himself to the pleasure he had taken from her.
And with that, it was over.
Clara knelt on the floor and took in the scene. Her skirt bunched around her waist. Bra pushed aside, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath. Sweat drenched her body as the uncontrollable quivering in her legs slowly subsided. And there, standing over her, was Lane. That insufferable smirk on his face as she knelt with his cock in her hand and the taste of his cum in her throat.
Stepping away, he began to dress himself.
“So I assume I’ll be getting good news tomorrow?”
Managing to drag herself into her chair, Clara simply nodded.
“Great.” He leant in, kissing her firmly on the mouth. “And then maybe we can celebrate afterwards.”
With that, he straightened his clothes and left the office.
Clara simply sat there, staring at the door. He wasn’t the best choice for her team, but at least there would be some perks.