Her Toy

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Old Habits

The sun streamed through my bedroom window with no mercy. I tried to ignore the musty taste of my morning breath and urge to give in to another wave of unconsciousness.

My body ached as I rolled over something lumpy. I laughed a little as I realized I fell asleep on my vibrator.

I sat up and glanced at the clock.

“Shit,” I threw off the sheets and yanked the blue dress over my head, “Shit, fuck!” I toppled over onto my bed while attempting to slip on my heels.

My balance was practically nonexistent as I wobbled into the kitchen. I immediately settled for the crumbled granola bar in my purse and rushed out the door.

The last bite of my breakfast was gone by the time my hot mess shuffled through the big corporate doors and I was left aching for more food. I shifted my weight behind my desk.

I really didn’t want my stomach serenading Grant, the plain but cute guy one desk over.

Just like clockwork, he turned his head and saw me watching him type away at his computer.

I covered my creepy antics with a smile. My heart thumped when his lips turned up and he chuckled to himself.

“Good morning,” There I was on the edge of the unknown. We had never gotten past good morning.

“Morning,” The smile remained as he ran his hand through his soft brown hair. That was my cue to melt into a puddle but no.

If this was going somewhere he’d have to work for it.

“Did you have a nice vacation?” I said before he could go back to typing.

“Didn’t take one,” He swiveled his chair around to face me. We were in uncharted territory. “Too much work that needed to be done.”

“That’s impressive. Most people are out the door before you can say Happy Thanksgiv...” His gaze wandered over my legs and up to my thighs.

When he finally looked up his smile was of a much different nature, “Well, you know, that’s just how I am. I never stop until I get the job done.”

“How refreshing,” I grinned and forbid myself from doing something that would get me in trouble with the boss.

It was then that my saving grace strutted over to my desk and cleared her throat loudly.

Abigail waited for me to shift my attention to her frigid self before slapping a folder onto my desk.

“What’s this?” I sifted through the mess of papers now littering my workspace.

“New projects that are coming to the company in the next month. Since we are both gunning for the same job I decided that I would compile them and share them with you. In the spirit of being a good sport.”

I searched her steely gave, “You’re such a giving person.” There was a catch, there’s always a catch.

“I know,” She swiveled around on her heel, “Oh, the boss wants to see you by the way.” I watched her sashay away, “Try not to let him spank you too hard, you know men, let them give you an inch and well, I guess you know.”

She was halfway down the hall when she hammered the final nail into her coffin, “Isn’t that right Grant?”

I rolled my eyes and shot an apologetic glance at the blushing guy beside me. After waiting a few moments, I gathered my monthly reports and started down the hallway.

I adjusted the skirt of my dress so it no longer bunched around my hips and walked into Ethan’s office. He sat quietly at his desk, most likely looking over some classified paperwork.

A small muffin basket sat on the side table by the leather couch. I tried not to laugh at Abigail’s attempt at bribery.

“You wanted to see me?” I shut the door and Ethan’s eyes peered up from behind the papers.

He grinned as soon as he saw me, “Of course. How was your trip?”

“It was fun,” I took a seat in front of him, “But that’s not why you called me in here.”

“No, it’s not,” Ethan sighed and shifted around. I took that as my cue to chime in.

“You don’t have to act so uncomfortable about it,”

He gave me a soft smile, “It’s just tha-”

I cut him off before standing up and strolling behind his desk. My legs shined under the daylight streaming through the window. I was glad I shaved.

I wrapped my arms around him before slowly rubbing his shoulders.
“You’re so tight all the time,”

Ethan scoffed, “I’m not the only one.”

A smile curved on my lips before I left a trail of kisses down his neck. His breathing became more shallow as my hand traveled beneath his shirt.

“Tara,” Ethan rasped, “The blinds are still-”

I pressed my lips to his, “Let them see,”

He groaned as I unbuttoned his pants.

“Shit,” His whispered as I wrapped my fingers around his dick. “We’re going to get caught.” My light stroking only made it impossible for him to say no.

“We haven’t yet,” I swung my leg over his lap and gazed down at his hazel green eyes before slowly rolling my hips over the growing bulge in his pants.

It didn’t take long for him to grab my hips and force me lower. I moaned as the friction warmed me, “You’re already so hard for me today,”

“It’s your own fault for dressing like that,”

I smirked, “Well if it’s the clothing that’s to blame I can just take everything off,”

The look on his face was priceless. Wide-eyed and practically drooling he shook off the idea, “Too risky,”

The phone rang but Ethan remained focused on the rhythm of our hips, “Aren’t you going to get that?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,”

“It could be important,”

“More important than a woman grinding on my cock?”

“It could happen,” I teased.

Ethan pinched his lips together, “I can hear my brother’s voice calling me gay in my head right now,”

“I think we’ve already established that you’re not,”

Ethan sighed, “I’ll try to keep it short.”

I nodded and let him reach for the phone. I listened to his professional greeting and waited until he was already halfway into the exchange before moving my hips the way that made his eyes nearly pop out of his head.

He stumbled over his words and gave me a warning glare. I stopped and climbed off his lap.

Only to drop to my knees in front of him and peel off my dress. The cold air hit my skin as I pulled his throbbing cock from his pants.

Ethan tried to maintain his composure but I was quickly breaking down his resolve.

I teased him, licking up his shaft slowly before placing soft kisses on his head.

I glanced up at him and smirked. Knowing full well that he wouldn’t stop me.

With one final kiss I took him into my mouth. The rhythmic sucking had him trailing off his sentences and grabbing the side of his chair for support.

He rushed to bring his conversation to a close as I pushed him down my throat.

When the call was finally over he glared at me, “Was that really necessary?”

I pulled away from his throbbing cock and watched him suck in a breath. “Do you want me to stop?” I gave him an evil grin as he searched my face for weakness.

He opened his mouth to respond but there was a knock at the door. He peered down at me and mouthed the word ‘No’.

My eyes twinkled as I pulled his chair under his desk, trapping me inside. By the time Ethan waved in the visitor he was already buried in my throat again.

This time my hands ran up and down his thighs as I swirled my tongue against his cock. I could feel him throbbing each time I pumped my head down. His breathing accelerated before he could even make out one word.

“Come in,” He cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact that he had a woman faithfully sucking him off in the middle of a business day.

The click of her heels was unmistakable. Soon her shrill voice filled the air, “I just want to make sure you received your basket.”

Ethan shifted, “Yes I did, thank you, it was a nice gesture.” I could picture the painful smile he had stitched on.

“Well I’m glad you like it,” Her words trailed off and I became more and more curious, “but if you ever wanted something more I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem.” I fought back the urge to laugh.

Mostly because that would mean certain death with a dick stuffed down my throat.

Ethan was silent, probably trying to understand what she was even suggesting. All of a sudden it clicked, “That behavior is highly inappropriate and it will not be tolerated in this office,”

Good boy, I thought and squeezed his balls lightly. He jumped in his chair. Abigail was unaware of the irony in the room.

I continued on my mission until Ethan was reaching for me under the table. He was on the edge and I wasn’t ready to give him a happy ending.

“Yes, sir,” She was clearly embarrassed and her voice drifted further away, “Sorry,” And then the door shut behind her.

Just as he was about to burst, I pulled away. He groaned in frustration as I pushed him out so I could be released.

“Why’d you stop?” I finally sucked the hesitation right out of him.

I pressed my lips to the top of his dick once more before climbing back onto his lap, “I wasn’t done fucking with you yet.”

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