One last thing with Sabrina

“Oh, hold on, I forgot one thing back in the room,” Sabrina said, patting herself down like she was looking for her keys or something. You were just leaving the Partners area of the floor, a couple of the other Senior and Junior partners who were in the office that day sticking their heads out to see you off and delaying the three of you an extra few minutes. None of them had made anywhere near as big an impact on you as Garrison, but you’d still been doing work for them and had also inadvertently, and in a roundabout way, caused the downfall of one of the other Senior Partners, so you were all on their radar. Hands had been shaken, kind words of good luck were spoken, and then you were free.

“You sure?” you asked Sabrina. “I thought we got everything.”

“Pretty sure,” she said, giving you a cute little frown as she continued to pat where she would have pockets if she weren’t wearing a skirt. She turned to Eric. “Wait for us downstairs? John can help me look.”

“Sure,” Eric nodded, heading towards the elevators at a slightly quicker pace since he was going down alone.

Sabrina slowed hers, making you suspicious.

“What is going on?” you asked.

She glanced at you with a smirk, slowing down further and leaning into you a little to peer down the corridor as the two of you made it to the more open area in front of the break room. She must have judged that Eric was far enough away, because she quickly checked over her shoulder behind you, then grabbed your arm and yanked you sideways, barging through the door to the copy room.

“Sabrina-” you said, but she cut you off with her mouth as she pressed you back against the door, barely managing to stop it from slamming as she grabbed the handle to slow it down while also pressing her body to yours in a kiss on her tip-toes.

You grunted from the multiple impacts - her body against yours, just lips against yours, your body against the door, the door into its place. Both your hands were free since you’d fit everything you had to take with you into your messenger bag, and they naturally went to your girlfriend's tight little waist as she pressed her tongue between your lips and moaned softly.

“-brina,” you gasped as you pulled her away far enough to break the kiss. “What the fuck?”

She looked you dead in the eyes, one eyebrow just slightly raised, and reached to your side and flicked the lock closed on the copy room door.

“The office is full of people,” you hissed quietly.

Her hands went to your fly and unzipped it, then started on your belt.

“I know,” she whispered back. “But all day today I’ve kept thinking about that first time we almost did something, John. Right here in this room, when you changed both our lives for the better.” Your belt fell open and she pushed her hands down your pants, under the waistband of your briefs, fondling your cock as it stiffened up. “When I panicked and offered you a blowjob to keep you quiet. God, I’m so glad you didn’t turn out to be an asshole and are the man I love, baby. But I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head.”

Sabrina knelt quickly, pulling the waistband of your briefs down as she went and letting your cock spring out into the open, and she inhaled your cock.

“Fuck,” you grunted, the word almost catching in your throat.

She looked up at you with big eyes, blinking as she dragged her lips back up your shaft, her tongue running the length of the underside until she was sucking hard on just the head. Then she popped off of it, stroking the slick length quickly with one hand. “Gotta be fast, John,” she murmured.

You wanted to pull her up off her knees and tell her this was silly. If you got caught, it would ruin all the goodwill you had. Yeah, sure, you weren’t employees anymore, they couldn’t fire you. But Garrison could take back his recommendation letters. The firm could contact your school to tell them of this kind of conduct. Not to mention the fact that you and Sabrina could literally spend the half-hour or less it would take to get home, then have sex. As much as you wanted!

Except this was Sabrina.

You let out an exasperated sigh and slid your hand into her hair, pulling her back towards you, and your girlfriend grinned wickedly until she wrapped her lips back around your cock and you started thrusting. Using her mouth roughly.

“Fuck,” you groaned softly. She was doing her best to keep quiet - no slurping, no gulping sounds. Just little, wet mouth sounds as the two of you quickly traded back and forth on who was in control. Either you were holding her steady, stroking between her lips like you were fucking her mouth, or she was bobbing roughly on it, stroking the base with a firm grip, working you towards a fast orgasm.

How long had it been? Three minutes? Five? More or less?

It was tough to keep track of time with your dick in the mouth of a woman you were utterly in love with. Sabrina was good, too. At everything sex related. Not that Gemma, or your other sexual partners and fuckbuddies weren’t, but Sabrina knew what she was doing, trying to get you off fast.

A blowjob just wasn’t going to be fast enough after the sheer volume of sex you’d gotten used to over time.

You let go of Sabrina's hair and urged her to stand up, lifting her gently under her chin. She immediately knew where you were going and let you grab a hand to help her to her feet. Then she grabbed her tight skirt and yanked it up her legs, wiggling like she was trying to pull on a tight pair of jeans, until it was up over her hips. You thought she was going to bend over the counter next to the copiers, but she pushed you aside and braced herself on the door where you’d been standing, wiggling her ass and giving you a double eyebrow raise in invitation.

Trying not to laugh at her facial expressions, you slid in behind her but pressed your hard cock to her butt cheeks instead of into her so that you could lean forward and grab her by the wrists, moving her hands from the door to brace wider against the door frame. That wouldn’t rattle.

Then you dipped low, the head of your cock glancing off of the buttplug she’d been wearing all day in preparation for that evening, and found her soaked little entrance as she tugged her thong to the side from the front and ground two fingers against her clit.

“Fuck,” she hissed, taking her turn to use the universal expression of feeling something, as you carved into her. She hung her head, her long brunette hair hanging around her, and arched her back as you started to thrust into her.

You wanted to give her more of what you knew she would like, but that wouldn’t be quiet. Spanking, pinching, dirty talk. Even **** or pulling her hair would cause her to make noise you couldn’t afford. So instead you had to limit yourself to the best you could do with what you had - you fucked her with hard, full and slow strokes, driving deep into her over and over. Seeking ever deeper, carving at slightly different angles as you shifted your weight and moved your hips to give her variation.

It was demanding, the way you fucked her. Which must have been what she was looking for because it couldn’t have been more than a minute before Sabrina wobbled, taking one hand off the doorframe and quickly starting to work her clit, letting out light little gasps as she moved towards an orgasm. Knowing that she was so close already, that you and this situation had gotten a woman like her to an orgasm so quickly, did something for you. And knowing that it was Sabrina didn’t hurt either.

She gasped, raised her head and tossed her hair to the side as she looked at you pleadingly over one shoulder. You let go of her waist with one hand, using the other to pull her back against you hard as you buried your cock deep into her again, and you put your free hand over her mouth to smother her, then pushed two fingers between her lips. She immediately started sucking on them and moaned in her chest, her breath coming in short bursts out of her nose against your finger pressed under it.

You let go of her waist with the other hand and wedged your thumb down between you, pushing on the buttplug in her ass. It shifted slightly and you could feel it with your cock as she clenched hard on both invading probes.

Her eyes rolled up into her head and she sucked hard on your fingers, clamping down even more as her body tensed.

“Fuck,” you hiccuped, humping your hips forward even though they had nowhere left to go, and you unloaded into Sabrina. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you, from the tip of your head to your balls and back, as you filled your girlfriend up with a big creampie that her pussy seemed absolutely hungry for, clenching over and over.

You both exhaled heavily at the same time, your climaxes ending in unison even if hers had started a split second before yours.

“Fuck,” you both breathed out, also simultaneously, as you pulled your fingers from her lips and she stood up with your cock still plugging her. You both chuckled at that, and she started to slowly pull off of you.

“Worth it?” Sabrina asked, knowing the answer already but wanting to hear you say it.

“I love you, Sabrina,” you answered.

“I love you too, baby,” she grinned, quickly pulling her thong in place to try and staunch any leakage once your cock popped free and bounced low. “Now let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

“Baby,” you said with a chuckle, gesturing at your half-hard, pussy-slick cock. “I think my popsicle is already a little melty.”

Sabrina clapped a hand over her mouth, snorting hard at the lame joke as she grinned and shook her head at you. Then, with that wicked gleam in her eye, she leaned forward and took a slurp of your cock, cleaning it with her mouth. “Mmm, almost my favourite flavour.”

“Almost?” you asked, stuffing your cock back into your briefs before she started to go further. You had to get out of there.

“Your taste mixed with mine is my second favourite,” she said with a grin as she started working her skirt back down her hips. “You covered in Gemma is my favourite.”

“You know, baby?” you said, shaking your head as you were doing up your belt. “I keep saying this to myself, but I feel like I don’t say it out loud enough. My life is fucking wild.”

“Glad I could bring you some chaos,” she beamed. “Just like you make me feel safe and stable. Now, do you think Eric got scared of Becks and went to wait outside, or is he awkwardly trying to small-talk with her?”

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