X Drake
How does one who is pent up manage to have sex with their tall, very fit and attractive boyfriend who seems to get so flustered at even the faint offer of a glimpse of your breasts?
Well, you stay completely clothed of course!
You wore a skirt just for this purpose and made sure that, while it was hot and sweaty under your buttoned uniform, nothing was untucked and didn’t show more skin than you already flustered boyfriend could handle. Your hat was abandoned to the side and your gloves were lost so you could slide your hands through his hair and hold his head back just to keep his eyes from wandering. He was seated in the wooden chair once shoved under the desk in his private room. His rank definitely gave him privilege here to afford a private room with a lock, an important detail that he wouldn’t have missed on a night like this. Those long legs were planted for balance and to keep from knocking the chair back when you raised and dropped yourself on his lap. His pants weren’t pushed down at all and were instead just opened enough through the front with his belt tossed open for his cock to have been exposed.
The entire act of exposing said cock was a quick endeavor broken by kisses and quick strokes that kept the man distracted as you worked your underwear aside and tucked him under your skirt. When he did instinctively try to look at feeling the dripping cunt dragging over his tip you had thought ahead and made sure the length of said skirt covered the entire scene. A jarring feeling for certain, but it wasn’t unwelcomed by him judging by how tightly he gripped your hips and dragged you along himself. His head was thrown back, hat abandoned so his lips could part into desperate gasps as he raised and pressed the tip through the opening.
After that, well, the rest was history.
Your hips were rolling more than actual bouncing, grinding your clit against the material of your skirt as your mouth parted and you dragged your nails through his hair. His eyes were wide and wild and both of his hands continued to roam the body you didn’t allow him to even glance at, his fingers spreading and digging in with enough force to bruise you through your clothing. Those thick thighs of his flexed when you braced against them and occasionally he dared to thrust up, trying to match your pace before his own rhythm faltered and he let out a choked sound. He filled you just right at this angle, the fat tip dragging along your walls as you dared to tug at his hair again when those eyes trailed.
“Eyes on me.” You gasped and your mouth was against his when a complaint started on his tongue, hips gyrating faster. Those hands jerked and he keened in your mouth, tongue pressing to your own as his body spasmed under your ministrations. His moans were muffled and swallowed and your hands held him there so your noses touched as he gasped and panted into your open mouth. “Eyes here, eyes here.”
“Yes.” He gasped, the sound a lost, choking noise he could barely get out. The two of you had engaged in enough in the past that you were aware of just what he looked like when he was pushed to the edge, teetering right there with only one more thing necessary to push him over. And you were in the same boat. That’s why one of your hands remained in his hair to keep his head pulled back and on you while the other hand dropped and you were touching your clit with enough pressure to make you keen against him. He felt the change, felt when you tightened around him further and his hand disappeared and knocked your own aside to quickly rub in its place. His fingers, calloused and thick were so gentle when he tried to match your motions even though he didn’t see them and yet it did it. Just the thought of him so desperate to push you over the edge, to knock you past that limit sent you crumbling and you were gasping his name into his neck.
Your orgasm was like liquid heat boiling over. A pot left on the stove too long and pouring hot water onto the eye below, sizzling until someone finally turned the switch off. But that switch wasn’t turned off and you found yourself pushed off his lap with him following, cock buried to the hilt as he curled his massive form over you and braced his hands to the floor suddenly. Senses dulled by your orgasm it took you too long to realize he had you pinned and his hips were moving unevenly, jerking as he chased his own pleasure and huffed and groaned above you.
When he moaned your name you were vaguely aware of his nails digging grooves into the ground behind your head and suddenly his hips jerked twice and he was pressed as deep as he could be. You felt when he came, his cum thick and filling and coming in waves with every short, sharp thrust. Every panting breath sounded like he was choking and when he started to settle you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and found he had never stopped watching you.