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It’s a late night at The Last Drop, most if not all patrons have left for the night, if it wasn’t already early morning. You’ve been in bed tossing and turning, waiting for Silco to come to bed after he told you “soon” perhaps a couple hours ago? You’d hope that man could get some rest, for both your sakes.
You look over at the time next to your shared bed reading 1:34 am. You could still see a dim light coming down the hall.
You sluggishly get up, wrapping yourself in a robe having been wearing nothing else besides some undergarments, and slowly made your way to Silco’s office. You knew he’d be there, he always was, working himself to the bone or simply lounging in the room you didn’t know, perhaps a mix of both.
You tried to rub the sleep from your eyes, doing your best not to stumble over your own feet walking down the warmly lit halls.
Reaching Silco’s office you notice the door’s slightly ajar, more light emanating from the inside. The strong scent of rich tobacco wafted into the hallway letting you know he was still in there. You gently push the door open, quietly stepping into his work office without causing too much of a disturbance. Just as you suspected, he was slumped over his desk. His head in his hand, cigar in the other as he looked at paper work and maps sprawled across his desktop.
He seemed to immersed in his work, eyes scanning the pages, fingers running through his hair as he muttered to himself. He hadn’t even noticed you had made your way to his side, sliding your hands across his shoulders softly as to not startle him.
He greeted you with a low hum of his voice, leaning into your touch, placing his free hand in top of yours over his shoulder. Though acknowledging you, his attention stayed on the work in front of him determined to complete whatever never ending plans he had etched onto paper.
“Come to bed.” you pleaded softly, leaning against his side, bending down to kiss his cheek hoping to persuade him some.
“In a bit dear.” he reassured you, brushing his thumb over your knuckles before bringing it back to his papers.
You pout knowing this wouldn’t get anywhere, “You said that two hours ago,” you lean over resting you chest against the back of his shoulder and your head against his. “it’s cold in the bed without you.” you murmur to him.
You can hear him sighing in defeat, but knowing him he was all too stubborn to simply give up on his work just yet.
“Come my lovely,” he leans back in his chair causing you to stand up straight, he looks up at you “sit with me for a bit while I finish up. I’m almost done I promise, after that I’m all yours.” He makes room for you to sit, on his lap of course.
You figure this would be the best you could get until he finished, whenever that’d be. You accepted and moved to straddling his thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck leaning into his warmth. Placing your head in the crook of his neck you inhale his scent, sighing contently, smiling sleepily into him.
You stayed there a few minutes, perhaps more, you couldn’t tell, your sleep heavy mind had lost track of time a long time ago. However, sitting in this position had you in the mood for something a little more than rest, or perhaps you’d blame that on your sleepy state. You started subconsciously rocking your hips slowly against his.
You could tell Silco tried ignoring it the first couple times, but eventually you could start to feel his hard on grow under you which only spurred you on more. He could feel the only thin fabric of your underwear you had between him and your pleading cunt. You’d hear the sharper inhale of his breath, his chest holding it in against yours. He’d begin to shift back and forth a bit, repositioning himself so perhaps it could ease the pressure of your core against his hardening cock only to no avail.
“Silco please,” you pleaded again, this time tenderly in his ear, sending the hair on the back of his neck to stand up “can we go to bed? I need you.” you whine, pairing it with another grind of your hips against his now fully erect cock straining against his pants.
“Believe me darling I want this as much as you do but I’ve still got a few more pages to look over.” Silco’s arm wraps around your waist, soothing over your lower back with his hand. “Now please, behave.”
His words didn’t help your state at all, if not they only made you more needy. You whine again, his name slipping from your lips sleepily. You hear him sigh again, softly this time.
“How about you keep me warm instead hmm?” he speaks lowly into your temple, nudging his nose against your head. “Would you do that for me dear?”
You knew exactly what he was talking about, his dick already throbbing against you as if insisting that you’d say yes. You nod your head lazily, leaning back to give yourself access to undo his dress pants and pulling his hard cock out. Silco’s attention had went back to his papers, now determined to get them done as soon as he could, he had more pressing matters to attend to. His arm stayed around you as you slid your panties to the side, lifting yourself enough to achieve the right leverage to slide his cock into your pussy.
Finally you felt some relief, the feeling of fullness. You can feel the tip of his cock twitch deep within you as you still in his lap once again, resting you head back onto his shoulder. You hear a low content groan escaping his lips next to your ear.
Silco on his paper work, skimming through texts and images while sorting the contents on his large desk. You can sense the movements of his arm around and behind you as he focuses his attention to his desk.
While Silco’s attention is elsewhere, you take the opportunity to experimentally clench your cunt around his cock, adding the slow minimal movements of your hips just like you did before. Each movement elicited a glorious hiss from his lips. He grabs your hip with one of his hands, not aggressively but firm enough to let you off with a warning.
You whine, sighing into his neck, kissing and sucking lightly in different spots accessible to you. Your mind is hazy with fatigue, teetering on the edge of slumber. Yet your core is needy, you want him to touch you, for him to thrust into you at the least. Your imagination runs wild, thinking of all the ways this man could have you on his desk, your pussy clenches involuntarily at the thought paired with another quiet whine.
The idea of his cock thrusting into you, hitting your sweet spot just right. The sight of his cock pulling out then disappearing again inside your cunt, his hair dishevelled falling into his face while he fucks you. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
“Silco,” you whine, no, you beg into his neck, “please fuck me.” You’ve never proved yourself to be so needy before, but alas your slumber impaired brain had other plans for you to get what you wanted.
You hear him chuckle, his chest rumbling softly under you. “In a bit my lovely.” he gives your temple a kiss, keeping his eyes on his desk papers, “I’m almost done alright?” another kiss. You feel reassured, hopefully he stays true to his word this time.
You place your head back down onto his shoulder, waiting impatiently for Silco to finish his work as you play with his tie and collar. You trace the intricate tie with your finger, following the folds as- “Ah!” a moan escapes you as you feel a quick nudge upward of Silco’s hips, then he stills.
The feeling of his cock on your sweet spot, his tip dragging against that bundle of sensitive flesh inside you that you’ve been dying to feel came and went too quick. It ended as quick as it began, your insides tingle relishing in the lingering soft yet intrusive thrust you’d been gifted.
It felt better than it should have, your anticipation had built up, releasing the slightest bit with his thrust. You wanted more and Silco knew. He’s aware of the power and control he has over you in your current state, barely conscious craving his fuck.
He does another tender thrust, just like that last, soft and quick. And like the previous, a strangled moan erupts from your throat as you cling to his shoulders.
You can feel the man smirking against your temple as he gives the crown of your head another kiss. “I’ve finished now dear, what do you say I take you to bed?” his voice like velvet, deep and smooth in your ears.
He picks you up gently, making sure to keep himself buried deep inside you as he walks to back the bedroom. Your arms and legs are tight around him, every bump of his steps triggering a flutter in your stomach but not enough to give you the satisfaction you need.
You’re hoping he’ll give you that satisfaction you’re yearning for.