The archives reek of old paper and dust, deep in the basement. No one comes here. I locked the door. Heart slamming, I push the cart of files toward the high shelf. Antoine follows, innocent. My white dress clings, short, no panties. Pussy throbs, slick from my frantic toilet wank earlier. His black eyes devour my legs. I need him inside me. Now.
Escalator ready. ‘Up there,’ I point. He climbs four steps. Perfect view down my dress. I hand files, hands on his thighs. Heat sears. Fingers climb. Balls heavy under pants. He freezes. I squeeze his cock through fabric. Soft at first, then hardening. Pulse races. Skin burns.
The Fever
He turns. My strap slips. One breast free, nipple hard. His eyes bulge. I grip harder. Cock swells, veins pulsing. ‘Next file,’ I command. Belt unbuckles. Pants drop. Boxer tents obscenely. I yank it down. Thick cock springs out, purple head gleaming. Pre-cum beads. I stroke slow, full length. Balls in other hand. Heavy, full.
Lips part. I suck. Deep. Tongue swirls crown. Teeth graze ridge. He groans, hips buck. Salty taste floods mouth. Throat tightens around shaft. He trembles on ladder. I pop off. ‘Down.’ He stumbles, cock bobbing. I grab it. ‘Beautiful cock, little devil.’ Kiss crashes. Tongues tangle. Floral perfume mixes with musk. His hands maul ass, tits. Firm squeezes. Nipples pinched.
Hair tumbles free. Waves cascade. Fingers dive pussy. Soaked lips part. Two digits plunge deep. Walls clench. I jerk him furious. Gush coats hand. He finger-fucks hard. Climax builds. But I stop. Need more.
The Blaze
Bend over chair. Legs spread. ‘Fuck me. Now.’ Cockhead nudges slit. One thrust. Fills me. Stretches. Gasps rip out. He pounds. Savage. Skin slaps. Balls smack clit. Pussy grips tight. Juices drip thighs. Heart explodes. Sweat beads. Nails dig his back. ‘Deeper, devil!’
Rhythm frantic. Cock hammers cervix. Waves crash. He swells. ‘Gonna cum!’ Spasms hit. Hot jets flood womb. I shatter. Walls milk every drop. Scream swallowed. Body quakes. Legs buckle.
He pulls out. Cum leaks down thighs. Skin glows, fever-hot. We pant. Lips brush. ‘Our secret.’ Bureau waits above. But this blaze changed everything. His eyes own me. Pulse slows, but fire simmers. Irresistible. Dangerous. Mine.