It's not cheating, still.

He reached hungrily. However, instead of reaching for her breast, he immediately grabbed her shoulder and threw her down on top of him in a kiss. He moaned low and guttural, like an animal satisfied with his prey.

He kept his hand on her shoulder and took his other one on her hip and flipped her to be on the bottom, the sudden movement causing her to squeal with excitement. He pressed his lips against hers and **** her mouth open, his tongue rubbing against her teeth, begging to come in, which didn't take long. She melted away into him. They locked tongues and he quickly broke it, a single strand of saliva still separating their lips as he looked at her.

"Yeah, fuck that rule. Fuck it, fuck most of the rules. It's not cheating if we aren't fucking."

"What dictates a fuck?" She asked, before he pressed himself down on her again. Neither could answer.

Neither would answer.

"Take off that fucking shirt."

Zoey quickly ripped off her oversized sweatshirt and he immediately cupped her breast in one hand, sucking on her nipple. "Fuck me. I've missed these." He said, tugging on it.

She moaned but stopped herself, biting her finger instead to keep her voice down.

"Don't stop moaning."

He couldn't contain himself. He couldn't tell if it was just because he hadn't came in a week, or if it was just her, but...he lost himself somewhere between her upper lips, and her lower lips. He couldn't even tell when he tore her pants off and pushed her underwear to the side, his fingers deftly rubbing and pushing against her clit. She was already sopping wet. She kept true to her word, moaning every time he made her feel pleasure.

"Finger me, sir." She begged.

He obliged. "It's not cheating if we aren't fucking." He said to her.

"Just shut the fuck up and ravage me, Tyler!" She grabbed onto his shirt before slapping him in the face.

That got him going. He plunged his fingers deep inside of her, causing her to reel back in pleasure as she let out a very, very loud moan. She pushed him back as she threw herself back onto the floor from grabbing his shirt, her arms stretching out far behind her head as she couldn't control her body anymore.

He didn't notice his phone going off. Or rather, he didn't care.

Fingers deep inside of her, he shoved his index and middle up there while his thumb pressed to her clit, his tongue making deft work on her neck as he began to give her a hickey.

"Stop...what if Tom sees it?"

"What's he gonna do? Make me fuck his girlfriend right?" He stopped however, honoring their no cheating policy.

"I don't think you need help with dirty talk, anymore..." She mumbled absentmindedly. "I...I think you have it down."

"I'll just give you hickeys somewhere where he never pays attention."

Pulling his fingers out of her sopping wet cunt, he slid himself down there and immediately began to work on her thighs, sucking, biting, licking them as he inched closer and closer to her vagina. He gave her three hickeys down there. She didn't stop him.

Without his fingers to open her panties, her sweet honey pot was hidden behind a little bit of elastic and cloth in the form of a thong. "Slut." He commented.

She couldn't help but laugh. "Don't blame a girl for coming prepared."

He pushed his tongue against the cloth and licked widely with it, covering the entire front. Her legs reflexed instantly and snapped shut, but he **** her back open as he did his job.

He pushed inwardly with his tongue on where he knew her entrance was, the cloth giving way and letting him seep a little inside of her. Instantly again, her reflex was her legs to come in and up, but he stopped them. "Channel all of that erotic impulse into cumming a lot." He suggested.

He was done teasing. For now, at least. He ripped her thong down and off, and shoved it in her mouth. "Look at how wet I'm getting you. Good girl." He leaned up and kissed her nose before going back down. He noted her cute little shaving, too. He broke for a moment to smile cutely, before immediately losing himself again and pushing his tongue deep into her snatch. He heard her muffled moan and this time, allowed her to squeeze his head and make all of the movements she wanted to.

"You don't know how long I've wanted a taste from the source. How bad I wanted this."

She moaned in reply.

He buried himself in her. His tongue going deep into her, he wrapped one arm around her leg and pushed up against her clit with his finger, causing her to squeeze tighter.

He couldn't tell if she was near an orgasm, if she already had it, or even if he cared at that moment.

He just wanted his tongue deep inside.

He pushed his tongue deep in, then pulled it out, and cupped his mouth around her clit and gave it a gentle suckling before making a popping noise as he broke the seal. After, he did slow circles around her clit before repeating the motion.

This caused her to go erratic. Hips buckling, thighs tightening -- ah, how could he forget this feeling so soon? This was her orgasm.

She squeezed his head so tight he thought he might fucking pop. He kept on, however, wanting to drag her orgasm out for as long as he could. He wanted her to cum now. He wanted her to want him to make her cum. He wanted to please her. She poured her girl cum into his mouth as he felt her entire pussy quiver with orgasm. He knew he prolonged it, given how much she was still bucking with each lick, her clit throbbing so badly he was afraid it might explode if he sucked it any longer. He pulled away from her and she threw the thong in her mouth somewhere where he didn't care.

"Let me taste, sir, please!" She begged.

He wasn't one to not oblige anymore.

He got up and kissed her, letting her have a full taste. He stayed there for at least five minutes, her tongue still exploring the inside of his cheek. He broke it.

"Do you taste good?" He asked.

She was still dazed so she didn't answer, only beckoned weakly for his mouth back, which he gave her.

He pulled his naked co-worker off the floor and sat up against the couch, her resting in his lap as they kissed.