If You Can't Handle the Heat

If You Can't Handle the Heat
Deliciously Naughty Erotic Romance for the Foodies

Monday, 24 November 2014

#MasturbationMonday Week 12 Naughty Office Nonsense #erotic #excerpt

Welcome to the 12th Week of Masturbation Monday!

The rules are fairly simple because it should be easy to participate.
Write a steamy hot post on your blog about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.

A few weeks ago I shared a sexy office snippet —  
Say My Name — So in going along with Kayla's prompt and continuing with the naughty office nonsense, Roger, Lexi's boss, would rather watch her masturbate than work. Procrasturbating with a twist. :D

 The phone on my desk buzzed. “Yes sir?”

“Ms. Wideman?” 

My stomach clenched at the sound of his voice.
“Yes, Mr. Kent?”

“Are you busy?”

“Not at the moment, sir.”

“Is your office mate, Deanna at her desk?”

“No.” I wondered what he needed.

“What would you rather be doing, Ms. Wideman?”

“Rather be doing, sir?”

“Yes, rather than working, I mean?”

Images of what we’d done in the privacy of his office just last week, danced in my head, heating my body.

“There are many things I’d rather be doing.”

“Sometimes, I just don’t want to work, ya know,” he confessed. “But I have a meeting in about ten minutes, don’t I?”

I looked down at his appointment book, open on my desk, to double check the time.

“Yes, sir, in ten.”

“You know what I’d rather be doing, Ms. Wideman?”

“No, sir, what?”

“Call me Roger, Lexi.”

“Roger,” I repeated. My voice sounded breathy, even to me.

“I’d rather be spending these few minutes like we did the other day. Do you remember, Lexi?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it…Roger.” I clamped my legs together as I imagined his fingers deep inside me.

“Neither can I. What happens when you think about it Lexi?”

I hesitated.

“When I think about it,” he continued,  “I get the most painful hard on, in the best possible way, of course.”

“I…I get wet, sir.”
“Are you now, Lex? Are you wet for me now?”


He groaned in my ear and I almost did in return but I stopped myself as the mailboy trotted by with the mail cart.

“Open your legs, Lex. Touch yourself.”

“Here?” I croaked.

“Yes.” Just then I saw his shadow in the office door, right before he appeared. His gaze was hot. 

“We don’t have time for a repeat of the other day, just now.” He looked at his watch. “We only have about seven minutes.”

He strode to Deanna’s desk. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He unbuttoned his suit coat and spread it wide. The massive bulge in his pants snagged my attention. I licked my lips.

He sat down in Deanna’s office chair.

“Come on, sweet Lexi, I’m running out of time. Instead of working, I want to watch you come.”

I looked over at Deanna’s desk. Hers was the same as mine. The base was too low for him to see what I was doing.

“But you won’t be able to see.”

“The look on your face will have to be enough. I wouldn't last if I could see you playing with that delicious pouty pussy. I'd make a helluva mess. And we can't have that now can we. Now get to it, lovely Lex.”

I opened my legs and rubbed my cunt through my panties. I tingled where I touched.

He smiled slightly. “Now, I know we don’t know each other very well, but I’m betting your petting through your panties, 'cause you're a little shy.”

“You’d be correct.” I nodded, while keeping my gaze on his. We each still had our phones to our ears, so if anyone passed by, they would think we were each busy…working.

“Tuck your hand inside, Ms. Wideman. We’re down to five minutes. Can we get you off in that amount of time?”

“I believe so, sir.”

I lifted the soft elastic and dragged my fingers through my slickness, wetting my fingertips.

“Wet?” he asked.

I could only nod.

“Go straight for that sweet velvety clit, Lexi. Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how you felt. How easily and quickly you responded to me.” He shifted in the chair and his arm moved downward. I wondered if he was rubbing his cock or just readjusting. It excited me to think he might be stimulating himself right along with me.

“Round that sweet clit for me, Lex. Pretend it’s me. Remember how it felt when you let me play with your pussy, how it felt when I fucked you with my finger?

I bit my lower lip to keep quiet.

“You feel so good inside there. But don’t you go in there. You hear me. Just keep circling that luscious little bud. Maybe some day you’ll allow me to taste you.”

A flutter deep inside me stole my breath.

“Would you, Ms. Wideman, let me lick you?

“Uhhh,” I groaned into the phone. “Yes, oh gawd, yes.”
I dragged my finger over my clit in long slow strokes mimicking some expert tongue action. 

“And would you allow me inside you, Lexi? Would you let me fuck you.” His voice was so low and raspy.

“Oh, yeah.”

"I want to fuck you, Lex. Right now. So fucking bad."

He nodded sternly at one of the interns as she walked by. Luckily, she didn’t even turn my way. I could only imagine what I must look like seconds from orgasm.

“You look beautiful, Lexi,” he said, as if reading my mind. “The slight blush on your cheeks. Your body is tense. I can see the upper part of your arm flexing. You're working so hard, aren't you. You’re so close. I can tell by the way your bottom lip is trembling. It happened last week too, not long before you reached climax. I’m barely hanging on here with you, Lexi. I'm so fuckin' hard. But I can’t give in. I have my meeting. You’ll have to come for the both of us this time.”

I squirmed in my chair, unable to let go, to give myself permission to lose that ultimate control in such a public way.

For just a second, his gaze left mine and he looked beyond my shoulder.

“My ten o’clock is here, Ms. Wideman. I just saw him drive up outside. I want you to come before he gets here.”

“I…I can’t,” I panted, but more than anything I wanted to please him.

“Please, Lex, do whatever it is that puts you over the edge when you masturbate. Go crazy, baby, pretend your finger is my tongue.” He licked slowly along the line of his lower lip. I reached down with my other hand and held my pussy lips open, exposing my clit, just that little bit more. I picked up the pace until my clit was burning with raw need.

“Oh, God, Lexi.” His rapid inhalations distorting the audio in my ear excited me. It was like he was breathing heavy right here beside me.
“Come, please!”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“And when you do…say my name,” he demanded in a rush, just as he had during our last encounter.

My insides clenched. “Roger!” I cried, shuddering.

Just seconds after the client appeared.

Stiffly, Roger stood and stuck out his hand.  “How’s it going, Doug? You're right on time. Head straight into my office. Can we get you anything?”

“No, no, I’m good, thanks, Rog." Doug Parker turned in my direction and smiled. "Hello, Lexi, you look very nice today.”

“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” I said, slightly out of breath, my hand still inside my panties, cupping my quivering cunt.

Roger directed him into his office then turned back to me. Once the other man’s back was turned, he put his hands on his hips, he made a great show of holding his coat open. The bulge in his pants was massive. I took my time, taking his full measure before I looked up at his ruggedly handsome face. His jaw ticked convulsively.

“Ms. Wideman, when I’m through here, I have a big job for you to do.” He looked down at his erection suggestively, then back at me.

I grinned. “Yes, sir. I’m looking forward to it."

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