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  After Hours

  An Erotic Short Story

  By Stephanie Swallow

  ©2103 Secret Creek Press

  The workday is over. A streak of light filters through the glass of Cody’s office door. Clutching the sheath of papers against my chest, I knock, waiting for permission to enter. Cody’s my new boss. He’s only been my boss for three weeks. We don’t know each other well enough yet for me to enter without being invited. We haven’t set the boundaries regarding privacy and doors.

  I hear him call, “Come in, Claudia,” and I adjust my skirt and smooth my hair before stepping through the door. For some strange reason, I feel the need to look my best for this man and not because he’s my boss.

  Cody looks up from his work. Despite the fact that his eyes are tired and a shadow of stubble from the day is gracing his manly chin he’s a dreamboat. No, amend that thought. He’s a fantasy. The type of man you lust over but know you can never have, the type that enters your dreams and leaves you pulsing in orgasm. To look at him is to swoon with desire.

  I approach the front of his desk and put the papers down. He gives me a brief smile as I stand, like a fool, waiting for another crumb to take and add to my collection of images to be reviewed at a later time. He’s silent. Silent and brooding. God, I want that.

  “Here’s the costings you asked for,” I say, trying not to meet his eyes. Sometimes I find myself staring a bit too often and a bit too long because Cody is so easy on the eye. Sometimes when I’m meant to be working, I find myself daydreaming about his smoky blue eyes and broad shoulders, the dirty blond hair that sweeps across his brow, his large hands. I dream about those hands touching me. But that’s all I ever do. Dream. Imagine. It’s quite disgusting really, that I can be reduced to a lust-filled puddle every time he crosses the office floor or swears at the photocopier.

  Cody’s eyes pass over the sheets. “Great. Thanks.”

  Then he sits up straighter and stretches his long arms over his head, locking his fingers. He rubs his hands over the back of his neck, stretching the sinews from side to side. I can almost feel his hands on me, skittering over my body. He sees me watching and he smiles as if he can hear my thoughts.

  “This week has been too long,” he says.

  Quickly, I pull myself up. I have to keep this professional.

  “Is there anything else? If not, I might make a move, if that’s okay? It’s well past six.”

  Cody glances at his watch. He stands up from the desk and in three strides has rounded it to stand in front of me. His deep blue eyes lock on mine.

  “Can you have a look at this first?” He gestures to the swathe of paper on the desk. “I’m tired and it needs fresh eyes. I’d like your opinion. You did a good job with the Jacobson account. And the shop remodel you did for Bass was spot on. Keep up that standard of work and you’ll be dealing with the bigger clients in no time.”

  “Sure, okay. I’ll have a look.”

  I’m quietly chuffed at his praise. This is a first. Howard, my last boss, wouldn’t have asked for my opinion if he were having a coronary. He wouldn’t have even known what accounts I’d been working on, let alone the outcome. Cody, however, had been paying attention.

  I walk around the desk, my hip grazing the side of the wood to avoid his body and spreading my hands on either side of the desk, I lay the documents out in front of me. I feel Cody moving to stand behind me. He bends his head over my shoulder. The heat from his body sends me into a spin. The quiet sound of his breathing makes me weak at the knees. He has no idea how much I want him, what I would do to have him inside me.

  “Are… are… this the ones you mean?” I stammer, trying to ignore the way he’s leaning against my bottom.

  “No, the other.”

  He reaches forward and shuffles through the papers, revealing a second set of plans. “Compare the two,” he says. “If you were the clients, which would you go for?”

  His cheek is so close to mine, I could swivel to kiss it.

  There’s another knock at the door and Cody steps to the side, instantly throwing on his professional face. Joel, one of the other senior architects pokes his head around the door. His hand is on the jamb and he eyes us up and down before speaking. “You coming down to the bar for a drink, Cody?”

  Cody doesn’t flinch. “Nah. Thanks. I’ve got some stuff to finish up here.”

  “Claudia?” Joel questions.

  “No thanks. I’m just doing this for Cody, then I’m off home. I’m shagged.”

  Joel gives me a strange look and I realize what I’ve said.

  “Okay. See you tomorrow, then,” he says, pulling back from the door.

  “Yeah. See ya.”

  Cody turns back to me. “Are you really shagged?” he asks.

  “No. Do you really want my opinion on these plans?”

  He moves a little closer. He’s standing behind me again. “Among other things.”

  Fuck. He’s making me quiver. How can I give an honest opinion if he’s making me quiver?

  I bend closer to the pages, perusing the changes he’s made with a keen eye. I’m excited that he’s asking me, that he’s obviously recognizing the fact that I, too, have a degree in architecture, that I’m not a personal assistant but an associate. I’m also excited by the fact that he seems to be taking this somewhere else. Or am I imagining his cock pressing against the muscles of my bottom?

  I lean my elbows on the desk to get a closer look. Chin on hand, I point to the second set of drawings. “I prefer this view. The layout seems to flow more naturally.”

  Cody is bending over my body again. His breath is in my ear. His left hand has slid from the desk to my hip. He’s trying to make it appear as if we’re still looking at drawings but the message he’s sending with his hand, slowly circling my hip and bottom, is clear.

  “I prefer this view, too,” he replies, cheekily.

  And that confirms it.

  My breath catches in my throat.

  “What do you want from me, Cody?” I ask. “Do these bigger accounts you’re promising come with strings attached?”

  “Not unless you want them to. You can walk out of here right now and I’d still push a few bigger jobs your way. No frills.”

  I frown at him.

  “Or you can stay. It’s up to you.”

  I turn back to the plans, trying to concentrate but I can’t. Cody’s voice is in my ear. “I’ve seen you watching me, Claudia.”

  Shit.

  “I know you want me as much as I want you.”

  He does?

  He shifts against my back. His cock is pressing into the crack of my ass through our clothing, but it feels as if we’re naked.

  “The way you swish around the office in those tight little skirts of yours, your hips swinging, is very distracting, you know.”

  Not as distracting as his stance when he stands, staring out the full-length glass windows of his office, looking for inspiration. The way the muscles tighten in his back and bum at those moments are enough to send me over the edge, right there in my desk. The other day I almost stapled my finger to a book, I was so distracted.

  I feel my breathing quicken as he leans closer, his chest pressing into my back. He raises his hand from my hip and slides it along my neck. He flicks my hair around my other shoulder to reveal my skin. I feel his warm lips come to rest in the place he’s just caressed.

  Oh God. This is too much. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever think a man like Cody would want an ordinary girl like me.

  “I don’t do it on purpose,” I whisper.

  “Oh, I think you do. I think you know exactly what you’re doing with those skirts. You’re being a prick tease. You’re making me want to fuck you.”

  My breath is stuck in my throat and I swallow it. “I am?”

  “Yes.”

  “What? Now?”

  “Definitely now.”

  Suddenly, I feel wanton. I’m no longer embarrassed by what’s happening, right here in the office, with a man I barely know. All I know is that I want him too. I want his cock inside me. And how.

  I decide to play the game. I jut my hips backward to press against him. I wriggle. It feels good.

  “And how exactly do you propose to do that, Cody? This is the office. There’s security men and cleaners. We’re not alone. Joel’s still wandering somewhere.”

  “Which will make it all the more fun. Don’t you agree?”

  I tremble again. He’s right.

  Slowly, I turn to face him. My hands go to his chest and I feel the muscles tense beneath my fingers. I look into his eyes, sparking with lust. My gaze falls to his lips, the lips I’ve fantasized about for the last few weeks.

  Cody towers over me, pushing me into the edge of the desk. Those lips, so pink for a man, come closer to mine. My mouth is open and I release a sigh as our lips dance around each other’s, almost touching but not quite. Teasing. Then he kisses me. His mouth comes down on mine, his lips part and his tongue is chasing mine. I can’t breath. My body feels so hot I want to rip my clothes off and let him have me anyway he likes. I don’t care about extra accounts and bigger jobs. I want to ravage him. But I can’t. I have to follow his lead. I have a feeling he likes to be in charge.

  He releases my mouth and I watch as he reaches down to hitch skirt above my hips. It’s tight and I shimmy to help him, watching the smile form on his face as he sees my underwear for the first time. They’re only white cotton boylegs but they’re new and pristine and smooth against my skin. His fingers run th
e line of fabric between my navel and my crotch.

  “Not what I’d imagined,” he whispers, his head bent, examining. “But nice. Very nice.” His hands move to my bottom and he slides them under lifting me onto the desk. Then he spreads my legs with his thighs and moves to stand between them. I see him glance at the door, wondering if we’ll be caught in the act. It makes me nervous and yet I can’t tell him to stop. I don’t want to.

  Cody leans in and kisses me again. His weight is full against my chest and my arms strain, stretching behind to balance us. He smoothes a hand over my hair, staring as if he’s never seen hair like it. He twists it in his fingers and holds it out of the way so he can kiss my neck again. He sucks the skin along my collarbone and the veins that are beginning to pump wildly under my jaw. His fingers trace the line of pulse that follows his kisses until he reaches my mouth. Then, he rubs his thumb over my lips and I open my mouth to take his thumb in. His eyes watch the progress, intent.

  “You sure?” he whispers.

  “Positive.”

  Cody freezes. He puts a finger to my lips and jerks his head toward the door. I try to move away but he holds me tight. Through the frosted glass window of Cody’s office, I see Joel’s shape flicking off the rest of the lights, plunging us is into darkness, except for the faint blue glow of the lights above the elevator and the desk lamp on Cody’s desk. I hear the ting of the lift bell, as it announces the arrival of the elevator at our floor. I hear the doors slide closed. Joel has gone.

  “We’re alone now,” Cody says. “Does that bother you?”

  “Not in the least.” I arch my chest towards his hands as he cups my breasts and kneads them through my top.

  Outside, the city lights are turning night into day and as Cody puts his hands to the buttons on my shirt and flicks each one undone in turn, I wonder if someone in one of those buildings out there is watching us. It makes me oddly excited to think we may be putting on a show.

  “You’re very beautiful.”

  I stare up at him. Unmoving.

  “I’ve been thinking about fucking you from the first day you got here.”

  I shift beneath his hands. My nipples harden. I swallow and try to breathe.

  Cody bends down and kisses me. His tongue thrusts in and out, round and round. His hands tug at my shirt, pulling it free of the waistband of my skirt. It falls completely open, exposing my chest and stomach to him. He runs a finger along the space between my ribs. He sticks his tongue into my mouth harder and moves his hand to squeeze my nipple through my bra. My chest explodes beneath him.

  Then he pulls back and before I know it, he’s reached around and flicked the clasp of my bra undone. He’s slid my shirt and bra off my shoulders and tossed them to the floor beside his desk. His hands are massaging my breasts, tweaking my nipples and he’s smiling lustfully.

  “So beautiful,” he whispers as he lowers his face to my breasts and buries himself between them.

  Cody licks one breast, then the other. He sucks hard, then harder and surges of pleasure race through me. He nips at my skin and I whimper, arching myself towards him, wanting him to do it again.

  He looks up at me, my nipple still in his mouth. “You like that?” he murmurs.

  “Mmmmm.” I can’t speak.

  He lowers his head and sucks again. His hands are squeezing my nipples, sliding around the mounds of my breasts. His tongue flicks back and forth and I begin to dream of him doing that in other parts of my body.

  “Oh God.” The words escape my lips and I put a hand to the back of his head, trying to direct him down.

  Cody’s lips trail down my torso until he reaches the waistband of my skirt. His tongue plays in and out around my navel, as if it’s my clit and he’s flicking it and sucking it. I throw back my head, I can’t take much more and he hasn’t even touched me below the waist.

  Then, I feel a change in him. His hand moves behind me, and I hear him clearing a space on the desk. Pens and rulers clatter to the floor. A photo frame lands beside them and is covered by the papers I gave him earlier. His hands return to my skin. I see him playing around the edge of my knickers. He pulls at the elastic and lets it snap against my skin.

  “Very virginal,” he whispers. “But totally unnecessary.”

  He rubs the heel of his palm over me. He bends his head and licks me through my underwear and I’m wet, so wet. And not just from his tongue. I’m panting. He reaches round my hips and pulls at my knickers. I lift my bottom and he slides them from my skin, eases them past my knees, pulls them off my ankles and throws them onto the pile of discarded clothing. I’m breathing so fast, I think I might be hyperventilating.

  Eyes locked with mine, Cody puts his fingers on me. He kisses me again and as he does, he rubs his fingers over my clit. They move in tiny circles that make me want to faint with desire and I breathe deeply. I don’t move. If I move I’ll come and I want to prolong this delicious agony for as long as I can.

  I stare at him, watching me get excited as he plays between my legs. I see the small smile of satisfaction on his lips as he rubs his thumb over my nub, making me to gasp with pleasure.

  “Oooohhh,” I moan.

  “Good?”

  “The best.”

  I squirm against his hand.

  His smile grows broader and moves two fingers, sliding them into me, fucking me with them while his thumb strokes at my clit.

  “I don’t think so,” he says. “I think I can do much better that that.”

  God, I want him to. I, so, want him to.

  He thrusts his fingers into me hard. He pulls them out slowly then repeats the process. Over and over.

  I try not to move. I watch his face and enjoy but I don’t move. I can’t let him know how much this is exciting me. I can’t move or I’ll come on his hand.

  “Is that the best you can do?” I tease, staring him down.

  “You asked for it,” he teases back.

  His mouth goes to my breast and he sucks so hard I can’t help but cry. His fingers thrust harder. They move inside me, wriggling to find the spot that will tip me over the edge.

  Oh God, he was right. That definitely wasn’t his best work. I’m sure he has a lot more to show me.

  “Lick me,” I say, knowing that I’m begging but not caring. “Stick your tongue in me.”

  Cody pulls away from my breast. His fingers slide from inside me. He raises an eyebrow. God, he’s hot.

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Kneeling on the floor between my legs, Cody spreads my knees further with his shoulders. I lie back on one elbow and rest my other hand on his head, sifting my fingers through his hair as he begins to lick me. His mouth is hot against my clit. His tongue is probing. He licks me from bottom to top, so slowly I can feel the roughness on his tongue and the stubble on his chin scratching my thighs. Once, twice, three times. Each time ending with a flicker of his tongue over my clit. Then he parts the lips of my labia and plunges his tongue into me. His nose is rubbing against me. His tongue is fucking me and I’m in ecstasy. God.

  I throw back my head and moan. I grab at his hair.

  He flicks his tongue faster. He pulls it out and thrusts two fingers inside me while he sucks on my clit.

  “Oh God!” I can’t control it anymore. I push my cunt into his face. I hold him against me as I grind and pant. He licks me faster. His fingers pump harder. I can feel the muscles inside me beginning to tighten. My breath is ragged and shallow.

  “Oh fuck. Oh God. Don’t stop, Cody,” I cry as the first wave slips over me.

  My insides are throbbing; the blood is surging into my crotch. My muscles are so tense, I’m almost rigid. I’m swollen and wet and I can’t stop the orgasm from coming as he licks and licks, his fingers fucking me into oblivion.

  I close my eyes and feel the release wash over me.

  Down between my legs, Cody’s mouth has formed a smile and I hear him whisper, “Now, it’s my turn.”

  Weak from my orgasm but still so ready for more, I sit back up, watching as he stands. I take the end of his tie in my hands and tug him towards me, kissing him. His mouth tastes like me. He has me all over his chin. I lick it off.

  Then, I loosen his tie and slip the loop over his neck. He’s silent as I undo the buttons on his shirt and peel it from his shoulders. He knows how good he looks in this semi-naked state.

  With trembling fingers, I slide the buckle of his belt open and undo his fly. I feel his cock, hard and ready, encased in cotton beneath my fingers. I push his trousers down and rub my hands over the bulge. He’s wearing cotton boxers too. Fitted boxers with a pouch to hold his dick.