Pops

Jake was right on the edge, cock throbbing in his fist, every muscle tense as he stared at the thin pink strip of Rosa’s thong disappearing between those perfect cheeks.

He tried to hold back - tried to decide where the hell he was even going to finish - but the sight of her leaning forward, the subtle shift of muscle under the dark fabric, the knowledge that she was inches from his face was too much.

His orgasm hit without warning.

A choked, almost silent gasp escaped him as his cock pulsed hard in his hand. Thick ropes of cum spilled over his fingers and onto the underside of the desk, some of it catching on his underwear, more of it dripping hot and messy down his shaft and onto the floor between his shoes. His hips jerked once, twice, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming, leaving him light-headed and trembling as the last weak spurts leaked out.

For a few seconds he just sat there, breathing hard through his nose, hand still wrapped around his spent cock, the evidence of what he’d done warm and sticky across his knuckles.

Rosa was still talking to Amy, completely unaware, her ass still parked right in front of him. The pink thong was still visible. The same ass he’d just come to like a teenager who couldn’t last.

Post-nut clarity crashed over him like a cold wave.

Shit.

He carefully released himself, wiped his hand as best he could on the inside of his pant leg, and tucked his softening cock away with shaking fingers. The zipper felt painfully loud as he eased it back up. A small puddle of cum was already cooling on the floor beneath his desk. Another smear was visible on the underside of the wood if anyone happened to look.

Jake’s heart hammered. He forced his eyes forward, trying to look normal, trying not to stare at the perfect curve of Rosa’s ass that had just ruined him in under a minute.

Rosa shifted slightly, still deep in conversation with Amy about the 6th Avenue robbery, and the movement made the pink thong peek a little more.

Jake swallowed hard, cheeks burning, the sticky mess in his underwear a constant reminder of how completely he’d lost control.

He had just come under his desk to Rosa Diaz’s ass.

And she had no idea.

Yet.