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Higuruma had a problem. It wasn't a typical problem in the sense it could be easily solved. There was no opportunity to "talk it out," no formulaic solution, no type of bureaucratic interference. No, this was a very personal problem. A problem that you were the cause of. Now, it wasn't a bad problem per say… but it was really starting to inconvenience the man.
Now that you and the law professor had gotten close, you began to visit him more often. Lucky for you, your departments' offices were housed in the same building. Just a hop down to a lower level, and you easily found yourself in room 332. Oftentimes you ended up perched on the corner of his large mahogany desk, legs swinging as you regaled your latest work. Of course, you would give him space to speak on his research pursuits as well. Though, you found that he had grown more quiet lately; allowing you to fill the air with your thought processes.
Higuruma wanted to contribute, really, he did. However, when you opened your mouth to spout whatever intellectual jargon about your work his brain had started going fuzzy. The way you spoke enamored him. As soon as words passed through your lips, he was sinking into the sound. He was paying attention, but that didn't help his predicament as your area of focus was on sex and communication. As you laid out your plans, he cock stirred awake in his nicely pressed pants.
You see, you and Higuruma weren't just coworkers anymore. Ever since that communications conference, you had found yourselves in each others' beds. It wasn't anything serious, more so a way to relieve stress with each other. You enjoyed the company and sex, and stuck to professionalism at work. It was a very nice set-up. At least until things began to bleed together for Higuruma.
It started two weeks ago. You were making out on Higuruma's leather couch, a long-forgotten movie droned in the background as your tongues tangled. Hot kisses pressed down his jaw and his exposed torso. You slid between his legs, reaching for the button and zipper on his pants. Biting his lip, his hand moved to your hair to curl into your locks with a light tug. Eyes dark with hunger, he watched you slip off his pants and boxers to reveal his thick cock. Licking a stripe up the length, he groaned lowly. You sucked him in, the head of his cock popping past your lips.
"You always look so good with your mouth around my cock." He said in a hoarse voice.
Suddenly, you stopped, pulling off of him with eyes shining bright. "That's it!" You exclaimed. Patting his leg, you stood up. "Sorry, but I need to write something down."
Leaving a dumbfounded Higuruma on the couch, you searched through your satchel for a journal and pen. Quickly, you jotted down the thoughts you had. Your lips twisted at the corner of your mouth as you concentrated, lips that the man desperately wanted wrapped around him again. When you were done, you put everything back in your bag, and returned to your partner. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, again. That couldn't wait though."
"Are you going to share with me how giving head got you intellectually fired up?" He chuckled, attempting to hide the slight irritation in his voice. At least you didn't up and leave him hanging there.
"It wasn't me giving you head that did it." Your hand wrapped around his half-hard cock and pumped up and down. "It was what you said to me…" In your palm, his length had fully hardened again. "I think that dirty talk could be utilized in sexual discourse." You nodded to yourself, then sucked his cock back into your mouth.
Higuruma choked out a moan at the sudden action, his hand shooting for your hair again. You let him control your movements, his eyes rolling back in his head. However, you hadn't finished your thoughts, and Higuruma was still curious. He pulled you off of him. "What could dirty talk be utilized for?" His voice was raspy as he held himself back from fucking into your mouth.
"Well…" You pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, watching it twitch in response. "Perhaps dirty talk could be a way that one engages in the reclamation of agency during sexual acts. We've done work on discourse before and after sex, but what about during? Obviously, topics over ongoing consent have been researched as well, but there's not much on dirty talk." You slid his cock back into your mouth, taking him all the way in. You groaned with content, the vibrations shooting pleasure through his body.
"So, dirty talk is a type of discourse…" He moaned again as you sucked on him.
Pulling off again, you pumped at his cock as you continued. "Yes! And it's one that I think could be studied on it's effectiveness of establishing agency between partners." You kissed up his cock, then teased the tip with your tongue. Around the top, you flattened your tongue to cover as much of the sensitive area as you could.
Higuruma shivered, then asked: "H-how would dirty talk do that?" His question ended with a satisfied sigh as you sucked on his whole length again.
You sucked on his cock for a few bobs, then pulled back to pump at him again. "I think in a multitude of ways. I'd have to look at the different structures of dirty talk, the language used, the various variables situated in context." You hummed thoughtfully. "I think that 'praise' will likely be a form of reaffirming agency." You kitten licked the tip. "For example, the way you told me how good I looked sucking your cock. You were reaching for agency." You swallowed down his cock, feeling it twitch in your throat.
"I-I don't understand." Higuruma's brain was foggy. Your mouth was utterly perfect, and he could feel his balls tightening and begging for release.
"Well, you put yourself in a very vulnerable position by allowing me to fellate you. To overcome that vulnerability, you reminded me that what I was doing was allowed by you. No longer am I just sucking your cock, but I am sucking your cock specifically for you."
"I,— uh…" He groaned, eyes squeezing shut. "I think you might be looking too far into things."
"I think you aren't looking into them far enough."
With that, you finished blowing him. Deep-throating his cock, you bobbed your head repeatedly. Higuruma's grunts and groans filled the living room as he neared closer and closer to the edge. Your tongue dragged up and down on the underside of his cock, making it twitch in your mouth.
"F-fuck! Ah—!" His voice choked.
Lightly, one of your hands squeezed at his balls. He moaned, his hand fisting in your hair as he came. Hot ropes of cum were swallowed down as his thighs twitched with each spray into your mouth.
Releasing his hold on your hair, Higuruma collapsed into the couch with a sigh. He looked up at the ceiling, his body buzzing from the earth-shattering orgasm you gave him. His thighs were still shaking with the aftershocks. Looking down at you, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed his load. He groaned at the sight, his head thrown back as he collapsed on the couch.
You had always been good at giving head, but it had never felt like THAT. He couldn't believe how amazing that was. Like it was a once-in-a-lifetime feat that he didn't know if he would ever experience again. Oh, he really wanted to experience it more.
"I take it that was pretty good?" You gave him a cheeky grin, then kissed his softening cock.
"More than good." He managed to breath out.
That was the night that things changed. Perhaps he should have known that this would happen, considering how amazing you made him feel. It didn't really matter at this point, the damage was done. You and your stupidly sexy voice, and your attractively intelligent mind were a concoction that had Higuruma raring to go. So during your daily visits to his office, you were beginning to make the man go insane.
It wasn't your fault, you didn't know, couldn't know. But damn, he really wanted to blame you. As you spouted on about Foucault and your work on "erotic talk," all he could think about was stuffing his fat cock between those pretty lips. Fuck, you really did look good with your mouth wrapped around him like that.
"So far the work that's been conducted on the topic mostly focused on the 'pleasure' aspect of dirty talk. I think that I could probably do a qualitative analysis of partners that engage in dirty talk to see if pleasure is really all that it is used for." You nodded thoughtfully, looking at Higuruma for input.
Blinking his eyes rapidly, he shook himself out of his daze. "Uh, I believe that would be a good direction to go in." He nodded, feeling sweat prick at his forehead. If you continued going on like this, he would have to take you right on the desk. There was no way he would be able to go on with his day as his aching cock wept in his pants.
"You doin' okay?" You asked, brows furrowing with concern.
"Yeah, sorry." He chuckled awkwardly. "It's been a long day. Lots of midterm essays to grade, and lots of students that are failing to grasp the material."
"Oh, I'm sorry." You gave him an understanding frown. "I guess it's just like that sometimes."
"Yeah. I'll be reworking my lesson plan." He flexed his hand that had a vice-like grip on a pen.
"Well, I'll leave you to it then. Sorry for taking up so much of your time." You were about to head out of his office, but felt a strong hand grab you.
The man had stood up, his eyes connecting with yours with a desperate look. Pulling your toward him, Higuruma cupped your face and kissed you deeply. Eyes widening, you gasped into his mouth. With how soft his lips felt though, you couldn't help but flutter your eyes shut and kiss him back. When you pulled away, you softly sighed.
"Hiromi…" You murmured. "We really shouldn't do that here." As much as you enjoyed that, you attempted to remain somewhat professional at work.
"I know…" He sighed, hanging his head. "It's just been awhile."
"I get it. I'll be free in two weeks though. You're not the only one swamped with midterm grading." You teased, giving him a peck. "So if you could hold out for just a bit longer, we can find some time for each other."
"Of course." He nodded with a soft smile.
When you left, Higuruma locked the door. He practically ran back to his chair to rip down his slacks and underwear. Between his legs he was met with his hard, swollen cock. The tip was an angry red, just begging for the man to finally take care of himself after the torture you had put him through. Gripping his length tightly, he moved his hand up and down. Biting his lip, he stifled groans as he thought about you. The way you spoke, the way you touched him, that pretty mouth. He pictured what he could have done if you had stayed. Sitting you on the desk as he pressed his face into your dripping cunt, his nose rubbing against your clit as he sucked up your essence. Or maybe he wouldn't even attempt the foreplay. Instead, he'd finger you till you were open enough, then he'd push your front down on his desk. He'd shove your panties to the side, free his cock, and just take you then and there. Make you stifle your own moans as he fucked you oh-so deep. You'd be practically crying as he forced his cock right into that gummy sweet spot. And when your pussy would inevitably clamp around him he would—
Biting his hand, Higuruma groaned as his cock covered his hand with his spend. His length twitched against his palm as his climax coursed through him. When he came down from his high, he looked down at the pathetic sight in his hand. God, he was such a pervert. Barely able to get through an intellectual conversation without growing rock hard and desperate.
"Nanami, I have a problem." Higuruma made sure to lock the door to Nanami's office after he entered.
"I thought we agreed to keep the personal outside of work?" He didn't look up from the essay he was grading, a bright red pen in his hand.
"Yes, but the issue is…" He looked up, trying to collect his thoughts. "The personal has unintentionally wormed its way in." Higuruma's voice sounded desperate.
Nanami paused, setting down his pen to look up at the other man. After motioning for Higuruma to sit, he folded his hands in front of him. "What do you mean?"
Higuruma said your name, making Nanami's brow quirk up. "She uh…" Higuruma sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth. "She…"
"Please, spit it out. I have a lot of work to get done." Nanami sighed.
"Fine, fine!" Higuruma waved him off. "She turns me on when she's sharing her research with me."
Pursing his lips, Nanami didn't say anything right away. When he was unable to make eye contact with him, Higuruma realized that Nanami was stifling a laugh. The corners of the typically stoic man's lips were wavering as he tried to hide his grin.
"This isn't funny!" Higuruma exclaimed in exasperation.
"It's a little funny." Nanami chuckled. "You seriously get turned on when she discusses her research?"
"Yes!" Higuruma, tapped his foot anxiously as he wondered if he should share more. "I don't think this would be happening if she didn't talk about it while going down on me."
"What?" Nanami looked at him with wide eyes. "She did not—"
"Not at work!" Higuruma raised his hands up defensively. "She had an epiphany while sucking me off, and explained her thought process."
"Oh…" Nanami shook his head with a soft smile. You certainly were a character. "So whenever she talks to you about her work you get turned on?"
"Pretty much. And she visits me almost every day."
"She does the same for me." Nanami realized. "I should probably pay her a visit instead sometime. Maybe you should do the same if she's frequently going out of her way–"
"That's not the point!" Higuruma groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. "I need to find a way to not be turned on by this."
"Have you tried discussing a different type of research of hers? Perhaps it is just this topic." Nanami offered.
Tapping his chin, Higuruma thought on it. Nanami had a point, the only thing you had been sharing with him lately had been about your current research pursuits. Perhaps he could try switching the topic. "I have not. But I can try!" Higuruma nodded. Yes, this could be the solution. Hopefully.
"Great. Maybe we can try at lunch tomorrow. I offered to take her out, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you came along." Nanami grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I'm sure you can help me change the topic." Higuruma said, though he had a sinking feeling in his gut.
The next day your trio was sitting outside a local cafe enjoying sandwiches. Nanami was always quite the gentleman, offering to take you out and treat you. He tried to come up with excuses for the more frequent outings, but he was running out of ones that made sense. Lucky for him, he was able to claim you "deserved a treat" for all the work you had put in to grade midterms.
"So, Nanami, do you have anything new on your research?" Higuruma asked. His leg bounced with anticipation. He really wanted to test out Nanami's theory.
"Not too much, no. I have a few students helping me that conducted a few interviews last week. I'll be meeting with them on Friday for their reports." He responded with a knowing glance in Higuruma's direction. Nanami then turned to you. "How are things going for you? Are you still looking to do a qualitative analysis for your sex education and power work?"
Swallowing a bite of your sandwich, you responded. "I am, but I have to write some proposals first. Since I'll be working with adolescents and all. Kinda need to make sure everything is above board. I am excited to see what will turn up though."
"Do you have an idea of what your research questions will be?"
"Yeah!" You nodded enthusiastically. "Right now I've come up with one along the lines of how power modalities are utilized in teen's sexual encounters and the possibility of a connection between sex education and this power." You grinned, buzzing with energy. "I also have been look at some quantitative work conducted outside of the U.S. which is pretty eye-opening."
"Is that so?" Nanami, leaned in with an intrigued expression.
"Yes! It appears that Western influences in online spheres could be contributing to misinformation about sex in other countries. So, this could be a problem across the world and not just the U.S." Your eyes sparkled, a visual representation of the excitement in your mind.
Nanami looked over at Higuruma, then held in a snicker as he took in the man's demeanor. Higuruma was sitting up straight, his lips pursed as he tried to hold himself up. Dammit. It turned out that all discussion of your research turned the man on. There was no way that he would be able to survive this with you. He needed to find a solution to this predicament, and fast.
After lunch, you split off from your trio to get more work done. Nanami and Higuruma locked themselves in Nanami's office again. Nanami smirked as Higuruma let out a sigh of relief. He plopped into the chair on the other side of Nanami's desk. Though he was safe from your influence, Higuruma still appeared tensed up. He was hunched over, chewing on his tongue in frustration.
"Do you understand how hard it is to not just pounce on her when she gets like that?" Higuruma motioned behind him.
"I do." Nanami folded his arms over his chest, giving Higuruma a disapproving look. "It's been that way since I've met her. You just eventually get used to it."
Higuruma's brows raised in surprise. Nanami had never indicated that you had affected him in that way before. Though, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise. The man was pretty tight-lipped about his personal feelings.
"There is no way to get used to that." Higuruma pointed looked down at the outline pressing against his pants.
"I've been managing for years, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Nanami shook his head at the man, then motioned to the door. "If you don't mind, I do have work to get done.
"Right, of course."
Higuruma exited the office and headed back to his own. On his way there, he pondered on his next steps. Of course Nanami would make things seem so easy! He had years to learn how to manage, and he hadn't taken any opportunities to actually get with you. Higuruma had experience with you, it was harder to push sexual notions aside when he knew that he was able to engage with you in a more physical way. Rubbing a hand down his face, he pushed out a long sigh through his nose. Maybe he could distract himself with grading…
The distraction had surprisingly worked, until you decided to drop by. Higuruma hadn't even realized that the work day had officially ended. He focused on pushing through his level 5000 courses to get them out of the way. Knocking at the door pulled him from a relatively well-written essay on copyright law. You opened the door and sauntered in with a soft smile and a coffee.
"I know it's frowned upon to drink caffeine after noon, but I noticed your light was still on and wanted to get you something." You placed the cup on a coaster on his desk.
He looked at the coffee, then up to you. When your gazes connected, his heart stuttered in his chest. You were looking down at him with adoration sparkling in your irises. Higuruma knew that he needed to get you out of this office if he wanted to get any work done. However, he also greatly enjoyed your company. Decisions, decisions…
Thirty minutes later, his coffee had been downed as the two of you chatted. His knee bounced as he forced his cock to stay down as you chattered about your research. The seat was pushed as far under the desk as he could in an attempt to hide his pulsing erection. He remained as polite as possible, nodding along with your words as sweat beaded on his forehead.
"You'd be surprised how much quantitative work has already been done on the subject. At least I was. Really, it wasn't till the last twenty years or so that this type of research had been conducted." You shrugged your shoulders. "I suppose that comes with the territory of the taboo though." You said, then looked at the clock on his office wall. Brows raised, you stuttered out an apology. "S-sorry, Hiromi! I didn't realize how late it had gotten. And I've been talking your ear off as you're trying to get work done." You slid off of his desk, smoothing down your clothes. "I'll get out of your hair."
Higuruma couldn't have that. Not when you had been unintentionally teasing him with your conversation. Not when you were alone in his office after hours. This would be the perfect opportunity, wouldn't it? No one would be n the building, besides a janitor maybe. Regardless, there was a very small chance that the two of you would be caught. Before you reached the door, he managed to step in front of you. Reaching behind him, he locked the door.
Raising your brow, you felt your heart rate speed up. "Hiromi?"
He groaned at the way you said his name. "I'm sorry." His tone didn't seem very apologetic. "I just cannot have you leave yet."
"Oh?" You cocked your head to the side, giving him a challenging look. "And why is that?"
His expression was hard, easily making yours waver. A warm hand cupped your cheek, then pulled you in to slot your lips with his. A plush kiss melded against you, making your eyes flutter shut. While this was nice, it felt pretty inappropriate considering your location. You lightly shoved him away, but he didn't budge. Instead, he pressed an even deeper kiss to your lips. His tongue pushed between your lips to tangle with yours.
When he slightly pulled back for a breath, you took the opportunity to speak. "Hiromi!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "What are you doing?"
"What I should've done the last two weeks you've come into my office." His voice was gruff. "Do you know what you've been doing to me?" He looked at you, then his eyes looked down.
You followed his gaze, your eyes landing on the thick bulge in his pants. "Huh?" With heated cheeks, you gave him a confused look.
"Ever since you came up with your damn research on 'dirty talk.'" He put his fingers into quotes. "You have been driving me crazy."
"I don't understand?" You shook your head, eyes wide.
"Fuck." He groaned. "You don't just lecture a guy when you go down on him and not expect him to get turned on when you do so again." He looked at you pointedly.
Oh. There it was, the look of realization in your eyes. The pieces clicked together now. How the man had been quieter. The way he would tuck himself into his desk so far that it looked uncomfortable. The ever growing hunger in those sharp eyes that seemed to appear more often.
"I'm so sorry, Hiromi. I didn't mean–!"
A finger to your lips shushed you. "I know you didn't, but you have regardless." His hand ran through his hair as he let out an awkward chuckle. "It's been very difficult."
"I'm seriously so sorry!" You squeaked. "What can I do to help? I can stop talking about it…" You chewed on your lip, trying to come up with a solution.
Verbal solutions didn't appear to matter much to Higuruma. Cupping your chin, he pulled your face to his. Lips barely brushing, hot breath fanned over your face. It was a labored breath, an indication that the man was holding himself back. The realization had your heart rate pumping even faster. You shuddered as he moved just slightly closer to brush against your lips. As you soaked in the moment, you realized that it was extremely hot. He had you trapped inside his office, but you wouldn't wish to be anywhere else. Clearly, the man wanted something from you. Though you had promised to keep work and personal life separate, it appeared that you had unintentionally done so. Might as well rectify that in this space, right?
"Let me have you. Right now." He sighed, body shaking. "I don't think I can last two weeks without you." He looked into your eyes with desperation.
Wow, you really did a number on him. Nodding slowly, you spoke. "Okay. You can have me."
He gave you a surprised expression. He had expected there to be a bit more resistance. Not that he was complaining, he would absolutely take this opportunity. Considering his cock was begging for release, he needed to take this opportunity.
"You sure?" He asked, needing to be positive.
"Yes." You nodded again. "It's the least I can do."
With your permission given, Higuruma pulled you in for a deep kiss. Leaning in, you melted into his lips with a content sigh. Tongues met, tangling together with heated breaths swallowed by each other. Higuruma groaned at your taste. In his mind he was thanking you profusely. You didn't know the absolute treat you had given him. With your flavor drowning his senses, he was sure that he needed you. Fuck, you were addictive.
Higuruma didn't want to take his time. His hand reached into your waistband and into your panties. Between your legs, your sex had already accumulated a lot of slick. Feeling the wetness against the pads of his fingers, he groaned. Pulling his hand out, he lifted his fingers to his mouth to give them a long suck. He kept intense eye contact with you as he tasted your essence with a lewd moan. The sight had you letting out a soft whimper, your thighs clenching together at the thought of what was to come. The high-pitched shot straight to his swollen cock, a reminder that he needed to continue.
His fingers returned to your pussy, now moving with purpose and precision. He swirled around your sensitive clit, then dipped his fingers deep inside of your soaked pussy. Your hands flew to his shoulders for leverage as your legs grew shaky. Eyes fluttering shut, you focused on the beginning pleasure. Internal embers flared up, heating your center. Deep against that gummy spot, he curled his fingers just right. It had you seeing stars with a cry of ecstasy. Fuck, how was he so good at this?
When he felt you had been prepared enough, he gave you a quick kiss before moving onto his next task. Flipping your body around, he ripped down your bottoms. Kissing up your neck, he stopped at your ear to speak. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm not going to be gentle." He tugged at your earlobe, making you gasp.
"O-okay." You moaned as he lightly sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck.
With your conformation, he pushed your front onto his desk. Behind you came the sound of his pants zipper, then the shuffling of his clothes. You felt his cock pressed against your ass. It was hot and throbbing, clearly neglected. A bead of precum dripped onto your ass as he rubbed his length against you with a low groan. He really did need this, didn't he?
He didn't let you sit with your thoughts for very long. Your panties were shoved to the side and his cock was notched at your entrance. Pausing, his hands moved to your hips. Fingers flexed as he maintained a small semblance of control. You had no idea what you really had done to him. Before you came around he would have never considered kissing someone in his office, much less take them on his desk. Yet, here he was. A beautiful woman pressed down against the wooden top with her ass pressed against his pelvis.
Any thoughts to leave the situation vanished when you let out a small whimper. Your glistening pussy was pulsing with need as his thick cockhead was stilled inside your entrance. Of course, he would appease your needs. Slowly, he pushed in each inch of his fat cock. When he bottomed out, he stared in awe at the way your cunt was squeezed around him. With him filling you up, you moaned. He groaned as your plush walls fluttered around his length.
"Fuck, I needed this." He breathed out shakily.
Pulling out most of the way, he watched as his cock was coated with your slick. Without warning, he shoved his entire length inside. The tip kissed that deep sweet spot, making you let out a surprised cry. The sound had both of you stiffening. When neither of you heard a person come by, your bodies relaxed with sighs.
Leaning over you, Higuruma pressed his chest to your back. "As much as I love hearing how good I make you feel, I suggest you keep your voice down. Yeah?" His warm breath tickled at your neck.
Nodding, you covered your mouth with your hand. With a hum of approval, Higuruma returned to his original actions. Slowly, he pulled out of you then slammed into you again. This time, your cry was muffled as sparks of pleasure shot through you. The man behind you began a brutal pace, his cock slamming in and out of your perfect cunt. He groaned as he watched your ass ripple with each thrust. He grabbed one of your cheeks, enjoying the way your pussy clamped around him in response.
He leaned over your body again, pressing against you. The position had his cock pistoning even deeper. Precise hits had you moaning into your hand as the heat in your belly grew. He loved the sound of your muffled moans and whines. It was so difficult for you to be quiet. Knowing how well he pleased you had Higuruma's chest filling with pride.
"You feel so good." He murmured into your ear before lightly nipping at it. "It's like you were meant to take my cock." His words had your pussy fluttering around him, making him groan lowly. "You like that?" He purred. "When I tell you how good you are for me?"
Eyes squeezing shut, you muffled out another moan. Your pussy pulsed around his cock, indicating you were nearing your climax. Velvety walls fluttered with each push and pull of his thick length. The tip rammed right into that gummy sweet spot, forcing pleasure to course through your body.
This was such an inappropriate spot, but damn did it send a thrill through you. At any moment someone could walk by and hear how well Higuruma was pleasing you. The hand covering your mouth wasn't providing much of a sound barrier. There was no way someone wouldn't hear the wanton moans being ripped from your lungs with each thrust.
"F-fuck…" Higuruma moaned into your ear as he fucked you deeply. "Thank you." He breathed out, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. "Thank you." He softly moaned again. "You f-feel…mmph!" His cock twitched as you squeezed around him. "You, you feel so good. Thank you…"
Reaching around your body, you felt Higuruma's fingers find your clit. The pads of his fingers circled around your swollen nub. More heat flared within your core, threatening to burst. The man could tell you were right on the cusp of cumming. Your cunt was clenching and releasing around him rapidly. Pumping his cock deep inside of you mixed with the external pleasure from his fingers had your body shaking.
"Cum for me." He groaned through gritted teeth. "I need– ah! I need to feel you!"
Biting on your hand, your body shook with a euphoric ecstasy. Your cry was barely muffled, but you didn't care that much. The heat of pleasure burst in your body, making your pussy clamp down on Higuruma's pulsing cock. Your release gushed out of you, as the wonderful feeling crashed into you. His hips stuttered, fingers digging into your hips as his cock twitched deep inside of you. Hot ropes of cum painted your insides with each jolt of his climax. With his face pressed into your shoulder, he softly moaned as he spurted his release.
As you came down, you released your hand from your mouth. Looking at your palm, you realized you had bitten down a bit too hard. The imprint of your teeth was very prominent and red in your skin. Craning your neck, you made eye contact with Higuruma. Though he had finished, his gaze was still hungry. His chest heaved with labored breaths as he came down from his own high.
Both of you groaned as he pulled out of you. The sight of his spend flowing out of your glistening cunt had his cock twitching. Grabbing a tissue, he helped clean you up before anything landed on his floor. He didn't wish to explain an odd stain on the carpet to a janitor. With you wiped down, you turned around and moved your panties back in place. You shivered as you felt full of his cum.
For a moment, you sat in silence. It had suddenly dawned on you just how bad this situation would look to an outsider. Thankfully, no one seemed to have caught you. However, you wouldn't really know unless someone made a complaint to a higher up. Surely you would have heard footsteps though… hopefully.
Just as you were taking in the risk, a knock sounded from the other side of the office door. Quickly, you shuffled your bottoms back on and attempted to smooth yourself out. Your disheveled hair you had no excuse for, but you could hopefully come up with one on the spot.
Tentatively, Higuruma reached for the handle. He looked at you for any ideas, but you shrugged your shoulders with a wide eyed expression of concern. With a sigh, his fingers flexed before he unlocked and pushed the door open.
The person on the other side had you and Higuruma sighing with relief. Nanami stood before you, an amused expression on his face as he took in your appearances. Looking over his shoulder, he checked to make sure no one was around before entering the office. Higuruma shut and relocked the door after Nanami. None of you spoke, letting the moment sink in. The newly joined member didn't appear irritated or angry, so that was good at least.
"I thought we agreed to keep work and personal life separate?" Nanami's voice held a teasing lilt to it.
"We did…" You began, nervously chewing on your lip.
"I convinced her to help me." Higuruma decided to take the blame.
"But you agreed to it." Nanami looked at you pointedly.
"I did…" You looked away, cheeks burning. "Hiromi just told me about a problem he was dealing with. I just wanted to help."
"Is that so?" Nanami chuckled, the sound shooting straight between your legs.
You nodded.
"Then you wouldn't mind helping me with a problem of my own?"