“Me too,” Trey says, already heading toward the video games.
“I want to check out what the other graphic artists are up to these days,” I say.
“I’ll go with you.” Derrick says.
We part ways with the others and search out the graphic arts center. Along the way Derrick says, “You were at the office late last night.” He gives me a strange smile.
“I was doing some last minute work on the graphic for the app.”
He gives me a sideways look. “That’s not all you were doing.”
I bite back my smile. “Did Beck tell you?”
“No, we saw it for ourselves.”
I look at him, shocked. “How?”
“We have the latest in office security set up. Lots of cameras.” He gives me a flirty wink and says, “Lots of interesting angles.”
I laugh.
“So, since Beck gets one-on-one time with you, the rest of us have decided we would like some time with you alone as well.”
“Oh really.”
“Yes.”
“Should we make up some kind of schedule for which day each of you gets a turn with me?” I say playfully.
He shrugs. “That might work. But since we’re alone together now, might as well make the best of it. I don’t know about you, but I could use some stress relief.”
“Now?” I say, confused. “Here?”
“Why not?”
I look around for some place to go, but I don’t see anything. This place is busy. But the one thing I don’t see much of is women. Which surprises me, because I love tech and I know a ton of women do too, but it’s still very much dominated by men.
“Come on,” I say, taking him by the hand.
We go to the back of the building where there aren’t too many people. There are bathrooms everywhere, but this one seems to see less traffic than the others. I go into the women’s bathroom to make sure none of the stalls are occupied, then I drag him inside.
He laughs as I pull him to the stall in the very back corner. I cover his mouth with my hand, shushing him.
Once we’re in the stall, I shut the door and lock it, immediately getting to the business at hand. The pants and body suit I’m wearing are far too complicated to take off for a bathroom quickie, so my time alone with Derrick is going to be all about him. I unbutton his pants. I have to stretch the elastic on his boxers to pull them down over his hard cock. Then I get down on my knees. Goosebumps prickle across his skin as I take his length in my hand. The skin on his cock is as soft as satin, but underneath all that velvet is a hammer.
A shiver rolls through him when I suck his balls into my wet mouth. I roll them around on my tongue, licking and tugging gently at the loose skin. He makes a strangled sound as I lick my way up his long shaft, gliding my tongue across the sensitive area on the underside of the head.
I then take him between my lips. He cradles my head in his hands, holding it steady before slowly pushing deeper in. He hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He rubs my neck, loosening those strained muscles before attempting to push further down into my throat. This time I’m able to take more of him. But there’s a lot. He’s not as thick as the others, but it’s long and not easy to swallow. He feeds it to me slowly until I’ve taken the entire thing. He backs out quickly until only the head remains, the does it all over again, building speed with each forward motion until my gag reflex is no longer triggered.
“You’re so fucking hot with my cock down your throat,” he says, really picking up the pace now, vigorously fucking my mouth. It makes sexy, wet, slurping noises each time he plunges into my face.
“You like sucking dick, don’t you?” he asks.
“Mmhmm,” I respond. Tears from being deep throated spill down the sides of my face. My makeup will be ruined, but it’s worth it.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but then suddenly the door to the bathroom opens and a group of chatty women come in. Derrick freezes and tries to pull out of my mouth, but I keep my lips latched onto him and continue to suck him off and fondle his balls. There’s something about the chance of getting caught that really gets me going. I like the idea of being watched.
The more I suck, the more relaxed Derrick becomes. The women don’t seem to realize anyone is in the bathroom with them, or they don’t care. They just continue to chat and talk about the different displays. They talk about the Tap app and how cute the dog graphic is. I look up at Derrick and he gives my nose a playful pinch as if to say, “Hey, they’re talking about you.”