Late Night Office Passion

The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a sterile glow over the empty office. Hope swiveled in her chair, stretching her arms above her head with a sigh. The faint click of Shianne’s heels echoed as she crossed the room, a smirk playing on her lips. "Long night," Hope muttered, rolling her shoulders. Shianne leaned against the edge of the desk, close enough for Hope to catch the warm vanilla scent of her perfume. "You could use a break." Her fingers trailed along the armrest of Hope’s chair, nails dragging just enough to raise goosebumps. Hope exhaled sharply. "What kind of break?" Shianne’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her close. "The kind where you stop pretending you don’t want this." No hesitation. No teasing. Just the raw press of Shianne’s mouth against hers, hot and demanding. Hope gripped the hem of Shianne’s skirt, yanking it higher as she shoved her back onto the desk. Papers scattered. Shianne laughed—low, throaty—before biting Hope’s lower lip. "Fuck professionalism," Hope growled, shoving her blouse open. Shianne arched into her touch, nails digging into her hips. "Took you long enough." The chair screeched as Hope kicked it aside, hands already working at Shianne’s thighs. Late nights had never been so productive.

Hope’s fingers slid beneath the lace of Shianne’s panties, finding her already soaked. A rough groan escaped her as she pressed two fingers inside, met with an immediate, slick clench. Shianne bucked against her hand, the desk creaking under their combined weight. “God, you’re tight,” Hope hissed, twisting her wrist, dragging her thumb over Shianne’s clit in quick, relentless circles. Shianne’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she arched off the desk. “Harder.” The word was a command, not a request. Hope obeyed, driving deeper, the heel of her palm grinding against her as Shianne’s nails raked down her back. The sting only fueled her—she bit down on the curve of Shianne’s shoulder, tasting salt and perfume. Shianne gasped, back bowing as her hips jerked in short, desperate thrusts. “Fuck—*yes*—” Her voice cracked, fingers twisting in Hope’s hair as she came, wet and shuddering around her fingers. Hope didn’t let up, working her through the aftershocks until Shianne shoved her away with a breathless laugh. “Your turn,” she panted, yanking Hope’s belt open.

Shianne’s hands were relentless, tugging Hope’s slacks down her hips before shoving her back into the chair. She dropped to her knees between Hope’s spread thighs, lips brushing the inside of her knee before dragging upward—slow, teasing—until her breath ghosted over the damp lace clinging to Hope’s heat. “Fucking *look* at you,” Shianne murmured, dragging one finger along the soaked fabric. Hope’s hips jerked, a sharp gasp escaping as Shianne hooked her thumbs into the waistband and yanked her panties down just enough to bare her. No warning. No slow build. Shianne’s tongue lashed across her clit, wet and rough, and Hope’s back slammed against the chair. “*Shit*—!” Shianne hummed against her, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Hope’s thighs as she devoured her, lips sealing around her clit with ruthless pressure. Hope’s grip on the armrests turned white-knuckled, every muscle taut as Shianne’s tongue flicked, sucked, *ruined* her. “Close—” Hope choked out, but Shianne only slowed, pulling back just enough to blow a cool breath over her throbbing clit. “Beg,” Shianne whispered, dragging her teeth over Hope’s inner thigh. Hope snarled, fisting a hand in Shianne’s hair. “*Make me come.*” Shianne laughed—dark, hungry—and obeyed.

Shianne’s mouth crashed back onto her, tongue plunging deep this time, fucking her with wet, sloppy strokes as two fingers curled inside her. The sound was obscene—skin slapping skin, Shianne’s muffled groans vibrating against Hope’s clit, the creak of the chair threatening to buckle under her thrashing. Hope’s thighs trembled, her back arching off the seat as Shianne twisted her fingers just right, hitting that spot that made her vision blur. “Fuck—*fuck*—” She couldn’t hold back, couldn’t think, just let the tension snap as her orgasm ripped through her, cunt clamping down hard on Shianne’s fingers. Shianne didn’t let her breathe. She kept licking, kept thrusting, drawing out every last shudder until Hope shoved her away with a ragged gasp. “Insatiable,” Hope panted, dragging Shianne up by her hair, kissing her deep enough to taste herself on Shianne’s tongue. Shianne grinned against her lips, hands already roaming lower, gripping Hope’s ass as she ground down onto her thigh. “You’re not done yet.” The damp heat of her pressed against Hope’s leg was proof enough.

Shianne’s fingers clamped around Hope’s waist, hauling her forward until she straddled her thigh properly, the rough denim of her jeans grinding against Hope’s bare cunt. A sharp hiss escaped Hope’s lips as Shianne rocked her hips, the friction sending sparks up her spine. “Still so fucking wet,” Shianne muttered, biting at Hope’s collarbone. One hand slid between them, fingers gliding through slick folds before circling her clit again, relentless. Hope’s head tipped back, breath coming in ragged bursts as Shianne worked her over—two fingers plunging deep while her thumb pressed hard against her swollen bud. The second orgasm built faster, hotter, the ache in her thighs giving way to raw, shuddering pleasure. “Come on,” Shianne growled, lips at her ear. “Let me feel it.” Hope’s hips jerked, her body locking up as she came again, cunt pulsing around Shianne’s fingers. She barely had time to catch her breath before Shianne was flipping her onto the chair, yanking her pants the rest of the way down. “My turn,” she said, straddling Hope’s face without hesitation. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air as Hope’s tongue met her, hungry and eager.

Hope’s tongue dragged up Shianne’s slit in one slow, filthy stroke, savoring the salt and heat before diving back in. She gripped Shianne’s hips, holding her in place as she licked deeper, teasing her entrance before flicking hard at her clit. Shianne moaned, grinding down against Hope’s mouth, her fingers tangling roughly in her hair. “Fuck—just like that—” Hope obeyed, sucking her swollen bud between her lips while two fingers pushed inside, curling upwards. Shianne’s thighs clenched, her breath stuttering as Hope worked her faster, tongue circling in time with each thrust. She could feel Shianne’s body tensing, could taste the shift as her slick thickened. “Gonna—” Shianne choked out, hips stuttering. Hope didn’t let up. She sucked harder, fingers driving deeper until Shianne’s cry broke, cunt fluttering around her as she came. Shianne slumped forward, trembling, but Hope wasn’t done. She guided her down onto the chair, straddling her lap in one smooth motion. “Now fuck me,” she demanded, grinding against Shianne’s thigh, her own arousal dripping fresh.

Shianne’s grip locked around Hope’s hips, hauling her up higher—just enough to position her right where she wanted her. The head of her strap nudged against Hope’s soaked entrance, the slick heat making the glide effortless. A sharp, satisfied sound tore from Shianne’s throat as she drove up into her in one rough thrust. Hope’s back arched, nails digging into Shianne’s shoulders. “Jesus—fuck—” Shianne didn’t give her time to adjust. She snapped her hips hard, setting a brutal pace from the first stroke. Every slam dragged a choked moan from Hope’s throat, her cunt gripping tight around the thick silicone as Shianne fucked her deep. “That’s it,” Shianne growled, one hand fisting in Hope’s hair, yanking her head back. “Take it.” Hope’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body already thrumming toward another climax. The angle forced the strap against her front wall, each thrust sending jolts of white-hot pleasure up her spine. She clung to Shianne, her own slick dripping down her thighs, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Shianne’s teeth sank into the curve of her neck as she pistoned into her, unrelenting. “Gonna come again?” Hope could only nod, her voice shattered. Shianne’s free hand slipped between them, fingers finding her clit—rubbing quick, ruthless circles. The orgasm hit like a punch, her whole body seizing as she came with a broken cry, cunt fluttering around the strap in tight, rhythmic pulses. But Shianne didn’t stop. She fucked her straight through it, driving into her harder, chasing her own release. Hope whimpered, overstimulated and raw, but Shianne’s grip kept her in place. “One more,” Shianne hissed against her ear. “Come with me.” Hope’s thighs trembled as the pressure built again, the relentless drag of the strap and the bite of Shianne’s fingers pushing her right to the edge. When Shianne’s hips stuttered, her rhythm breaking as she fucked into her one last time with a low groan, Hope shattered too—her vision bleached white as pleasure tore through her, leaving her limp and gasping in Shianne’s arms.