Unbridled Desire

The naughty coworker

All Tracy thinks about is her senior colleague, Sebastian. His hands all over her skin, his mouth on hers and him fucking her all night. She keeps her fantasy a secret, until the department went on an excursion and for the first time, Sebastian tagged along...

“Tracy!” Julianna yelled out, and I whipped my head around so quickly, it hurt a bit. I was so engrossed in reading a novel on my phone that I did not hear my coworker calling my name. For all it was worth, we were on a boring, stupid office excursion, and all I wanted to do was leave the water park and go to my hotel room to relieve myself.

I had found myself reading more naughty novels than normal during this excursion, and the fact that we were sharing rooms in the hotel suite did nothing to help my sexual frustration. Coupled with the fact that Sebastian tagged along for some reason I can’t wrap my head around.

Sebastian, or should I say Mr. Flynn, the lead creative director of the company, had always been running through my mind one way or the other. Whether it’s his veins popping on his forearm when his sleeves are rolled up, or the commanding way he directs the team to success, or the way he calls my name, deep with meaning, or when I pleasure myself at night imagining he’s the one doing electric things to me, he always managed to run laps around my mind.

Sebastian rarely participated in the company’s extracurricular activities and always seemed to have his head stuck between multiple files all day, which is why everyone was stunned when he suddenly declared his intention to participate in the excursion.

“Tracy!” Julianna yelled again.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, what?” I jerked back into reality to see Julianna staring me down with a livid expression. Apparently, everyone was looking at me, and it dawned on me that I was probably too deep in my daydream to have noticed it. I looked around, feeling like a monkey in the zoo, and my cheeks flared when I saw Sebastian staring at me too. I felt embarrassed, as I didn’t even notice when he arrived.

“Well, you would have heard what I said if you would just detach your body from those nonsensical books you read all day." "It's an excursion, Tracy; stop being such a prude.” Julianna spat, her well-arched eyebrows morphing into a frown.

Did I mention she’s an asshole? A stereotypical, dumb, irritating asshole

“Actually, books relieve stress and improve one’s reasoning and vocabulary." I don’t think I’ll call that nonsense.” A gruff voice suddenly broke the silence, and I whipped my head in the direction it was coming from so fast. I knew that voice, in fact, so well that I had fantasized about it multiple times. Sebastian gave me a warm smile and continued.

“Reading a book during an excursion does not make one a prude, Mrs. Vallangher.”

“It’s Miss.” Julianna quickly corrected herself, batting her fake eyelashes and smiling brightly. I scoffed, closed my book, and walked towards the barbeque. I couldn’t read it anymore, as Julianna had ruined the mood. I wasn’t as horny anymore, so I was a bit thankful. I started marinating the meat for the barbeque.

“Miss Reids, I hope that disturbance will not affect your reading.”

Sebastian was standing in front of me, his piercing green eyes staring right through me as he spoke. Wetness pooled in my panties, and I clenched my thighs together.

“Well, I would continue reading once I get back to the suite, sir. By the way, thanks for you know, earlier…”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, and his lips curled into a smirk that disappeared as quickly as it came.

“I noticed you always have a book with you, whether in the office, at your desk, during lunch breaks, or during meeting breaks. That’s quite fascinating. Actually, I'd like to know what genre of books you read.”

My mind blanked out for a second. Think Tracy, you absolutely cannot let him know you read porn on paper.

“Mystery, they are, um, well, mysterious books. I mean mystery books, mystery… the genre.” I’ve never been a good liar.

“Miss Reids, do I make you uncomfortable?” Sebastian looked confused.

“No, not at all, sir.” I replied quickly. The only thing he made uncomfortable were my burning insides. I longed to dive into my bed and touch myself.

“Well, can I borrow your novel then?" "The one you were reading yesterday.”

I gulped uneasily. If he had said he wanted this one, I would have quickly said I wasn’t done with it and made up random excuses or given him a different book with a similar cover. However, I really did not know what to say, so I blurted out the fact that it was in my hotel room.

“Lead the way then." "This place is so boring, and I can’t wait to do something interesting.”

Has he always loved books so much?

I felt like I had dug a hole for myself to fall into. Maybe I should not have said they were mystery books. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground and disappear. All the books I brought with me were extremely explicit, to put it mildly.

As I entered the password to the hotel suite I was given, Sebastian suddenly interrupted.

“You were supposed to share a room with Miss Fayre, right?”

I felt my insides twist with jealousy.

"Yes, sir.” I replied, almost too quietly.

“Lucky you, she caught the flu, so she was flown back to be taken care of." "You have this room all to yourself now.”

All I could think about was the fact that I had this room all to myself and, well, Sebastian. I wondered if he would fuck me or do more or less. My arousal flooded in once more. The rollercoaster of emotions I was feeling was frustrating yet pleasurable.

I opened the door and invited him in. He sat on the sofa after taking off his shoes and was looking around the room. I noticed Katlyn had packed her luggage out of the room, and her bedside was empty.

I fumbled through the wardrobe, trying to find at least one decent book. After rummaging through it three times and finding nothing, I decided to go with the best one.

“Found it,” I declared, only to find Sebastian deep in concentration, reading a book that seemed to be... Oh fuck!

He was reading the book I dropped along with my bag on the counter. More so, he was reading the page I had bookmarked. That was a scene in which the master edged the sub multiple times before driving her to orgasm using some clamps, his tongue, fingers, and a dildo. I bookmarked it as I read it frequently and even squirted after having a violent orgasm while touching myself.

He looked up to see me, staring dumbly with my jaw dropped open, and he smiled. He closed the book slowly, placed it beside my bag, and pinned me down with an indecipherable stare. His voice was hoarse as he spoke.

“I didn’t peg you to be the type, Tracy.” My embarrassment washed away as he called my name. It was so sexy that I subconsciously clenched my thighs together once more.