Page 61 of Work: Strictly Professional

Oh yes.

That’s right. Derek’s experimenting on me so he can blow some other guy’s mind in the future.

You might think that would put me off. You might think it would give me pause and make me question whether this is something I should be doing.

You’d be dead wrong.

I lie back, head resting on the arm of the sofa, and spread my legs, bending them at the knees. The leather beneath me is smooth and cool, almost icy, but quickly warms to my skin. Derek sits at my feet, twisting himself so he’s as close to me as possible. He’s doing that confusing thing again where he looks at me as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. As if he likes it. As if it makes him happy.

I’m doing that thing where I melt into a puddle.

Derek cranes his head to get a better look at me, reaching down and stroking my balls gently, humming when they pull up close to my body, and then lifting them slightly.

His eyes are fixed on me, but they’re nowhere near my face. His gaze is hot and intense. Brow furrowed, lips parted. His hair, dark and usually perfect, falls into his face. He bats it out angrily.

“Such a sweet little hole,” he murmurs. “So little. So pretty.”

Okay, I admit this kind of talk does it for me. Being splayed out, pantless, while my fully dressed boss comments on my anus is the exact turn-on I didn’t know I needed in my life.

He moves slowly, hands steady, as he opens the lube and spreads it over two thick fingers.

Two dick fingers.

I clamp my lips shut and try to breathe out of my nose to stifle the whimper that threatens.

Time for a stern pep talk, I think.

Pull yourself together. Right now, Wyn. I mean it. Pull yourself toward yourself. Get real…professional. That’s it! Get professional, no, be professional. You’re in the workplace withno pants on. You’re being willingly sexually harassed by your boss… Wait, it is still harassment if you’re gagging for it? Hmm, I don’t know…he is still my superior, and there’s definitely a power imbalance. Oooh, a big power imbalance. A big, thick power imbalance.

God, that’s hot.

Stop!

That’s not the point. You’re about to have your prostate pummeled by a man who’s new to this, and not only that, you’re being fucking well compensated for it. It’s time to put your best foot forward.

Well, not your foot, but you know what I mean.

I spread my legs a little more, one leg smooshed against the back of the sofa, the other hanging half off.

It doesn’t seem to bother Derek at all. He reaches down and runs his slick fingers over my hole. A strong bolt of electricity enters my body exactly where he touches me, running up my spine and short-circuiting my brain. It shocks me to my senses.

“Good,” I say, suddenly remembering my capacity as Derek’s teacher, nay mentor. I didn’t teach him jack about rimming, but when it comes to romancing a prostate, I know my stuff. I’ve got him covered. “Approach slowly. Mm-hmm, yeah, that’s right. Tease the opening like that.”

He does as I say. Oh God, believe me, he does exactly as I say. He does it slowly, touch firm and then light. He circles my opening, nudging at it and then retreating again. He shows no signs of boredom, no signs he finds it tedious. In fact, he shows no signs he’s ever going to stop.

Oh God.

Help!I’m going to lose my entire fucking mind, and Derek will still be here, suited and booted, calmly teasing my hole.

“Stop! T-that’s enough teasing!” My words are sharp, my tone nasal and affected. “Use one finger to…” Oh fuck, oh fuck, what’sthe word? Come on. I know this. “Penalize, I mean p-penetrate me.”

Derek leans forward and looks down at me. His gaze traces lines up and down my face. He takes in my lips, my jaw, my cheeks, my nose. His finger breaches me at the precise second his eyes meet mine. It feels amazing. Thick, it feels thick, thicker than a finger has any business being. He presses it in and withdraws. He does it again. My ass clenches and winks at him, clamping down and trying to swallow his digit every time he dips it into me. He takes his time playing with my opening, sensitizing that part of my body until the rest of me ceases to exist.

“Deeper,” I instruct, though I admit it could pass for a plea to an untrained ear. He does as I say. His finger slides into me. “Angle,” I gurgle. “Up.” He does that too. The second he makes contact with my gland, my back arches and my ass lifts clear off the sofa.

Derek’s mouth is a perfectO. Round and circular just like his eyes. “Wow,” he pants. “Really? There?” He hits my spot again, and I groan horrifically in the affirmative. “I thought it would be deeper."

“No, no,” I trill, dimly aware that I’m beginning to feel more and more delirious with each explosion of sensation Derek drills into my prostate. “That’s it.” He hits it again, moving slowly and gently until I’m ready for more. “Yep, yep.” He withdraws fully, leaving me empty and panicked, and then slides a second finger in. White spots cloud my vision as he beckons inside me. “Yep. That’s definitely it.”

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