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You sat under Chris's desk, your arms hugging his leg like a dog admiring its owner. His hands slid down his thighs until they reached your head, tangling his fingers through the soft hair that fell on your shoulders. He looked down and admired the sight of you beneath him, looking at him with the most loving eyes possible. Chris smiled, and with his hand he cupped your soft cheek, caressing it as if you were a pet.
“You are so pretty.” he randomly blurted out, making you blush. You fluttered your eyelashes open and placed a kiss on his leg as a thank you for the compliment. That kiss turned into one, and another, and another, leaving a trail of pecks that passed through his knees, thighs, crotch, and abdomen, where he stopped you with a light tug on your hair.
"No. I’m busy.” was he really busy? He didn't know, but he would prefer you not to distract him.
“Doing what?”
“Playing.”
You rolled your eyes. “Wow, how busy.” you said, your voice filled with sarcasm.
The minutes passed and boredom ate you inside. You looked around for something to do, but the only thing your eyes found was the image of Chris above you, sitting with his legs open, leaving room for you to kneel in front of him. You swore that at this time of night, when Matt and Nick were sleeping and only you and him were awake, everything about him became more captivating. His computer screen illuminated his face, empathizing with his sharp jaw and pale skin. The lights highlighted his ocean blue eyes and his dark pupils, and from your position you could see the concentration on his face as he played god knows what.
“Chris… Chris…” you called his name.
“I’ll be done in… in a minute.” he said, focused on his game.
“You said that 5 minutes ago.” you said sighing and hugging both of his thighs. “I want you to pay attention to me.”
Chris just rolled his eyes and stroked your hair again, making you almost purr in his touch, and resting your tired head on his thigh. You looked at him with a feeling almost similar to disappointment, and his thumb slid over the wet, plump flesh of your bottom lip.
“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he reassured you.
“Sure."
He will make it up to you, he will make it up to you, he always repeats the same thing and never does. Sometimes you hate that Chris is so absent-minded, so forgetful, you need his attention. And you know exactly how to get his attention.
You waited until he was focused enough on his game to sneak your hands towards the waistband of his sweatpants, and you fiddled with the straps that held it until you pulled it halfway down, finding yourself with his boxers in front of you. your eyes. Chris still didn't notice your lewd movements on him, and this gave you the opportunity to plant a kiss on his bulge through his underwear, but the sudden sensation made his eyes shoot to you, wide as plates.
"I- not now, I’m not done.” he said with a slight change in his breathing.
“I'm not doing anything.” you answered with an innocent smile.
“Come on, I'm still playing.”
“You said you were gonna make it up to me.”
“And I will.”
“Then let me do what I want.” you said and in a teasing motion you put your hand in his boxers, cupping his soft dick that eventually began to harden. His meat grew in your hand, and after a few seconds his underwear had a noticeable stain of precum. The fabric of his boxers felt tight against his already fully hard cock, so you removed it. There you had it, what you so wanted to see, his shaft throbbing in front of your eyes, the tip an angry red and drooling with precum, with prominent veins along its length from excitement. You gave it a lick from the base to the tip, collecting all the liquid and tasting it. You quickly got to work. Runting, ragged breaths left his lips indiscreetly, her hips involuntarily moving upward as his eyes closed and his abdomen clenched.
“Please- fuck, I can't take it…” he managed to get out through grit teeth. His trembling hands searched for a surface to support him, your hair, your shoulders, anywhere he could grab. Your mouth hummed deliciously around his cock, making his eyes roll back as your hands made their way from his soft thighs to his chest, lightly scratching his skin with your nails, he swore he felt heaven on him.
His blue eyes darkened as he looked down at you, your eyes lazily looking up at him as you moved your tongue around him. Chris bit into his fist and tried to resist the urge to grab your head and sink it into his pelvis, forcing you to gag on his cock. “If you keep doing that- fuck, I’m not gonna last much…” he cried out, breaths harsh and uneven as he tried to keep his cool, but you suddenly stopped. You pulled his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop, leaving him on the edge and wanting to empty himself into your throat. “No, no, no, please keep going…” he begs, but you shake your head.
You placed your hands on his knees and spread them apart, intending for Chris to separate his legs so you could climb on them. That innocent look you give him as you climb onto his lap makes his lips let out a gasp, and he spreads his thighs further, giving you space. He motions you to get up from under the table, your knees aching from kneeling for so long, and his hands immediately grab your waist to pull you against him. Chest to chest, his hands travel from your waist to your hips, stopping at your ass and giving it a squeeze. “Ride me. I want to feel you arou-“
“Can you shut up for once?” you said, still a little angry at his previous comment. Chris just looked at you, but he nodded his head eagerly, he had no choice. “Let me do what I want.”
Instead of staying on his lap, you positioned yourself on one of his thighs and began rocking back and forth, the soft fabric of his pants rubbing against the thin material of your underwear, generating all the friction you needed to get you more wet than what you already were. You bit your lips as you used his shoulders for support, the pleasurable sensation weakening your legs with every second. Chris admired how sensual you looked on top of him, getting off on his leg. His hands slid to your breasts, his fingers pinching your hardened nipples through the fabric of your shirt, earning a moan from you as you arched your back.
“I could cum just by looking at you.” he says into your ear, his voice low and husky, sending shivers through your body and awakening a primal need within you. Your whines muffle against the crook of his neck while you adjust your grip on his shoulders. Chris moves his hands to your hips, helping your tired legs to keep moving. “That's it, use me.” he whispers, his dick needing your attention again.
“How much do you want me?” you ask, your words interrupted by a moan.
“So fucking much-“ he moans, trailing wet kisses around your neck, adding to the pleasure you were already feeling. His jaw clenches, eager for any kind of sensation you can give him. His blue eyes never leave your face, savoring and remembering every expression of pleasure you make. Chris's nails press into the soft flesh of your ass, guiding your movements. Every time you move you feel that familiar knot in your stomach that tells you that you're close to your climax, and Chris can tell by how your moans become more and more desperate.
“God, yes-“ you can feel the pressure building, the orgasm inside you ready to explode. It starts as a gentle sensation, then blossoms into a wave of pleasure that tires your entire body, moaning loud and clear in his ear. The intensity of the orgasm knocks the air from your lungs, your thighs squeezing his. Chris gives you a few seconds to recover from your high, rubbing circles on your lower back. He carefully moves you from his leg to his lap so that you sit completely on him, and captures your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss, full of clashing teeth and wet tongues fighting for dominance, but he obviously ends up winning.
“I need you- pull your panties aside and let me fuck you.” he whines, and you can't do anything but comply. You push your underwear to the side and the head of his dick goes inside. You both gasp, the warm sensation of your wet, tight slit brushing against his sensitive tip easily getting him worked up. He lets a couple more inches enter you, your pussy already used to his size, already stretched to his shape. Chris threw his head back, it took everything in him not to fill you to the brim and start thrusting into you like an animal. Every time you sank deeper into him your walls squeezed him tighter, causing a guttural growl to escape his mouth, and a whimper to come out of yours.
When he is completely buried in you, he feels the animalistic need to destroy your body. He leaves a trail of red and purple marks on your neck, waiting for you to allow him to move inside you, but you're the first to start bouncing up and down.
“Ngh fuck- so good-“ he groans, his eyes fixated on your pretty blushing face as you move on top of him, your moans only confirming the mutual satisfaction he's eliciting from you. He wants more control, his body shaking with the need to go absolutely feral on you. His legs are quick to match your movements, each thrust bruising your cervix. His cock was coated in a white mixture, probably of your own wetness and his precum.
“I-I’m close…” you warned him.
“Already? You can’t take anything.” he mocked you, and forcefully pushed your back against the desk, a couple of pens fell but you didn't care, the only thing you could think about was his dick touching that spot that made your vision blur. He admires the scene of his cock sliding up and into you, and the mere sight of it makes him want to go faster. His movements become stronger and faster, each thrust hitting your g-spot more violently, and he grabs your hips to hold you in place so he can use you.
“Just like that, just like that…” he moans, eyes closed already fucked out and lost in the pleasure. “You're close?” he breathes out, and you can only nod. “Go on, make a mess on me.”
You grab his back, scratching it in the process. You feel your stomach turn into a knot, and you look into his eyes trying to warn him that you're going to cum, but you can't form a single coherent sentence, it felt like your brain was turning into mush. Your release floods into you, pulsing and squeezing his dick as he thrusts faster into you.
“Let it all out.” Chris groans as he fucks you through your high, your sensitive walls tightening along his cock only making his need bigger and your pleasure longer, the feeling of him inside of you slowly but surely becoming overstimulating. You rest your hand on his chest, trying to get him to stop moving or at least slow down his rough movements, but you only make him chuckle.
“Look at me as I fill you up- shit, take it.” he grunts, broken by a moan. He grabs your chin and turns you so you're staring into his eyes, and he doesn't stop his violent thrusts into you.
“No, c-can't take it-“ you try to speak, but it sounds more like a cry of both pleasure and pain due to the overwhelming sensation.
“Yes you fucking can.” he says, tugging at your hair and throwing your head back roughly, giving him access to the unmarked flesh of your neck so he could bite and lick it.
“Chris- too much-“ you beg, and your broken voice only fuels Chris's primal desire to absolutely demolish you. You feel your mind go blank, and your legs stutter, you can't even speak anymore and just allow him to move inside you as he pleases. He comes up to kiss you messily, moaning and gasping into your mouth, still mantaining the insanely fast pace.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“ he whimpers as you squirm, relentlessly seeking his own release as he finally does. Suddenly you feel your core being filled to the brim with thick, hot liquid, and you feel Chris's cum smear to the floor and drip onto his dick and balls. He spills into you with a loud moan of your name, his legs shaking and his thrusts slowing. His breaths are choppy, and his cock slides out of your messy pussy. His fingers catch the leaking fluid, pushing it back into your hole as you close your eyes, your eyes fluttering as you slowly regain your breath. He raises his wet finger to your lips, watching as you swallow it, tongue twirling around it as he looks at you without words, but a small grin appears on his lips.
“Did I tell you how pretty you are?” he asks, his head hidden in your neck as he breathes, then pressing a kiss to your parted lips.
“Yeah, you did.” you whisper, hands finding his soft curls and petting it.