Do not cross the line

Chapter 9

You couldn't help it when smile raised to your lips when you saw Sam's reaction when Harry slapped your ass and flirted with you.

You saw how he was squeezing his fists into a ball, ready to land his hook to Flynn's face.

That was so damn hot.

Maybe they had a competition or something?

You didn't mind at all, Harry was good looking too. You didn't bother if you ended up between his sheets.

You bit your lip as you looked at Sam under your eyebrows in a seductive way, but sadly you noticed that he wasn't looking at you, but toward the window and outside from it.

'Whatever you two boys had, I'll make sure you win.' - you thought as your eyes wandered down his neck and his inked birds, your mind screaming that he will get weak when someone kisses those. - 'But I won't let you win easily.'

You lifted your leg above the other, as you threw your hair over your shoulder.

"So, Mr. Drake..." - Sam's eyes snapped to you when he heard how you called him. - "Why you wanted to see me?" - you asked smiling.

"I umm... Was just thinking is the sketch ready you have been working on?" - he said little awkwardly when he saw how you were looking at him. He didn't actually care about the sketch, he was bummed that you declined his lunch offer, especially when he saw you leaving the building with Mike.

There was something in you what fascinated him and he wanted to know you better. He knew that affair with the worker was not a good thing, but he couldn't help it when his thoughts had been traveling to you almost every minute since you first time walked his office.

"No, there are few more things I need to add before is finished." - you said with sweet tone, pouting a little, which made Sam's cock twitch a little in his pants.

God he wanted to kiss those lips.

The slight red lipstick you had, made your lips look tasty. Like strawberry.

He loved strawberries.

He would love to eat a strawberry from your belly button.

Sam swallowed when he felt how his jeans started to get too tight on his crotch, so he moved his chair little closer to the table, looking briefly down between his legs, seeing how his cock was fully erected in his pants.

He wanted to hit himself. He's supposed to have a meeting soon, and he needed to calm himself before that.

Or maybe you could help him with it...

He moved nervously in his chair, and you looked at him little confused. Why was he so nervous? Even you sensed there was something going on, but you just couldn't think of what.

But you choose that it was time to leave, so you stood up from your chair, meeting his hazel brownish eyes when he looked how you stood up, hoping you couldn't see his bulge on his jeans.

"I will come to show you it when is finished." - you smiled before you turned and walked to the door, making sure your ass was shaking nicely when you walked on your heels.

Sam needed to close his eyes, so he would not look at your perfectly fitting jeans, and your perfect ass, so he does not need to ease himself before the meeting.

You grabbed the handle, turned to look over your shoulder at Sam, seeing how his eyes were closed and you smiled yourself.

You knew how to play this kind of game.

You haven't done it before, but you knew how to play it.

You bit your lip before pushed the handle, opening the door and stepped outside, pulling the door close behind you.

When Sam heard how the door closed behind you, he opened his eyes, making sure you were gone, before he turned his chair so he was facing the wall, while he tucked his shirt away from his jeans, opening his belt and button with shaking hands, when the pressure started to become unbearable.

He pulled the zipper down, tucked his cock from his jeans and briefs, took a good hold of it and started to move his hand fast up and down on his rock hard length.

He leaned his back of the head to the chair, closing his eyes again while his brows knitted together, while he cursed himself inside his head.

'Shit Samuel what the fuck you think you're doing?' - he scolded himself, while his hand moved faster with each move, his fingers squeezing his glans every time they went there, while your lips, your ass, your beautiful face kept flashing inside his head.

"Oh shit..." - he moaned quietly when he felt his climax being already close, his free hand grabbing the armrest hard, while the movement of his hand fastened, dirty sounds of his precum-filled cock filling his room.

He moved his hips a little with the pace of his hand movements, while he imagined how amazing it would feel to fuck you against his table, his heavy breathing getting heavier with each breath he took.

His knuckles turning white, he clung in his chair while he tried to chase his orgasm, he knew he needed to be in the meeting less than ten minutes, he needed his release before he could leave his room.

He looked down his hand working on his cock, his eyes imagining you kneeling front of him, sucking him with your perfect lips.

And he came. His head throwing back, him biting his lip to not to moan too loudly, quiet groans escaping his lips while he shoot his load, his cock twitching hard in his hand, the sensation being like a drug.

He squeezed his cock, waiting till he was totally empty, while he tried to steady his breathing, his cock slowly softening in his hand, his eyes still closed and a small smile on his lips.

He reached to his table, pulling the lowest drawer open, taking a paper from there, cleaning himself to it.

He tucked himself back to his briefs, pulling up the zipper, closing the button and his belt, throwing the paper to the trash bin, taking one last shaky breath, before he turned his chair back toward the door.

He took his papers from the table, stood up, and headed to the meeting, determined, that one day he will fuck you in his office.