I don’t know her anymore.
Pleasure grips my body with tension and I can't stop stroking through the fabric, even though I know in the back of my head that this incident is at least a G-2B form filled out in triplicate, and two different interpersonal training sessions. No amount of paperwork is preventative enough.
Khent finally ducks through my doorway and is just towering as he stands to his full height. Something in his manner shifts. The way he holds himself, no longer attempting to minimize the space he takes up. He’s holding my stare now.
His shadow falls over me and all rational thought I have exits the building.
A low growl escapes him, the sound connecting immediately with my clit.
I’ve never whimpered before, but I think I just might have.
The meager stroking through my clothes is doing nothing for me. I fumble to open my pants, to make more room for my hands. When I find my clit, I can’t help but let out a hiss. Everything feels more sensitive than usual. I'm really wet, it’s practically a mess. I can’t even begin to think about the laundry I'll need to do after. Every touch makes me need to bite my lip to keep from making noise.
His eyes darken behind his broken glasses as he stands back against the door. His pants don't do anything to hide the intimidating bulge now straining against the fabric.
My fingers don't stop working my clit, not for a second. He watches, his gaze sending a shiver down my shoulders.
Each step he takes towards me is deliberate and slow. There’s plenty of time to get up and leave if I wanted to, but I don’t. I’m more interested in sizing up the girth of his cock through his pants. If I wasn't busy already, I'd probably be climbing him like a tree.
His silent gaze holds mine as he stops before me, kneeling down so that we’re on sort of the same level.
My heart is thudding in my chest. He reaches a hand out and grazes it against my ankle. The warmth of his hands alters something in me, maybe my sense of propriety.
His glance goes from my ankle, up my leg, back to my eyes.
I want more of his touch, in any capacity. In this moment I desperately want it. I nod.
He kneels down before my spread legs, drawing his touch from my ankle up my leg and inner thigh, easing down my dress pants. I worry my teeth into my lower lip.
After a moment's hesitation, he presses a thick finger inside me. I let out a gasp, because even though his fingers are about as thick as some of my smaller toys, it’s still not enough. The pleasure that rolls through me from that one touch is overwhelming.
He removes the hand, breaking a string of my wetness as he brings it up to his mouth. His dark eyes stare down mine as he draws his tongue over his finger to taste me. I can’t help but moan.
Feverishly, I nod. I want whatever he's asking to do.
His enormous hands curl around my hips and push me back on my desk, as he bends forwards to meet his mouth against my sex and I can’t help but cry out. His mouth is so warm, and his hands are so hot against me, gripped around my thighs as he drags his tongue over me, from cunt to clit. Oh Evil Overlord, I am very much here for this.
His tongue doesn't feel the way human tongue does against me. I can’t quite place what it does feel like. There’s a ridged texture along the tip that stops my ability to think in its tracks whenever he passes over my clit.
His movements against me are greedy and ravenous, tasting everything. My hands delve into his hair and curl into fistfuls to anchor him there because I don’t think I ever want him to get up. I want to live in only this moment. I can’t believe I ran out of the storage room earlier and nearly missed this.
He groans and stiffens for a moment, his fingers digging bruises into my ass, before he shudders. All the while he never stops, his large, hot, ridged tongue working in and out of me between sucking my clit. I try to lift my head to peek up at him. Did he just cum? The thought barely registers before a wave of pleasure overtakes me and an orgasm shudders through me, and I'm convulsing against his tongue.
Around this point at home, I would have clicked off my vibrator and been done. But he keeps going, dragging out my climax. All I can do mid-orgasm is gasp for air and whimper. My hips buck violently into his mouth, and thank fuck his tusks are relatively blunt.
“Shhhh. Shush. Shh,” is the best I can manage to say, because my brain has misplaced the word ‘Stop’. I feel like I can't move now, my body has been completely rocked to the core. Every additional stroke makes me twitch and moan again.
I have just enough sense to yank up on his chin. I find my foot to prod at his shoulder. That makes him back away.
With my clit this sensitive from his licking, I feel like I might come again just from his breath ghosting over the wet mess of my cunt.
My grip loosens on Khent’s hair and it slides out of my grip. He pulls back, all tall, dark and green, watching me.
Suddenly we’re not the only beings in the world anymore, consumed by some weird feral haze. We’re just coworkers again.
I'm sure I still look bewildered, looking back at him.
I don’t have questions.