Watching and teasing her flirty coworker leads to lusty, overdue sex [M late 20s F late 20s][FPOV][Watching each other][Banter][Bratty][Teasing degradation][Frustrated][Begging][Doggy][Toy][Super quick MM bi talk][No names, no physical descriptions]

"Can you see in my apartment?" I hit enter and looked up, locking eyes with him.

"A little, why? I can see you at your desk."

"I can literally see everything in yours. Your kitchen, your hallway, the doors to your room and bathroom, and obviously your desk."

The apartment building our company had put us up in was L shaped, and my side could see everything on his side, as long as it was the same floor.

My phone lit up. He was facetiming me.

"Yes?"

"Wanna switch? Am I terrible to look at? I mean, we just got here, I bet they could move us around so you don't have to stare at me for the next 3 weeks."

"No, I like it. You're like my own personal reality show. I can watch you when I take breaks."

"That's a lot of pressure to be entertaining."

"I can't wait to see what you come up with." He hesitated, so I broke the tension. I leaned on my desk and narrowed my eyes. "Did you bribe them to put us by each other?"

"Did you??"

"Hmm... maybe they thought it would be good for you. You can see how hard I work and become inspired to be a better employee."

He hesitated again. I looked over, through his window, and saw him spreading and closing his hands, staring at the screen. Then, he looked over at me through the windows. "Staring at you all day wouldn't make me work more."

My breath caught, but I hid it. "Awww, I'm flattered. I thought you just flirted with me all the time so you could steal the snacks out of my desk."

"Well, I have no snacks at my desk, so what's your excuse?" He was grinning, a hungry look in his eyes.

"I like listening to poorly-told stories. It's like meditation for me. Cheaper than the Calm app."

"Obnoxious. When are they picking us up tomorrow for the site visit?"

"Early, I think 7:30. But we're done by noon."

"Okay. I was gonna go for a run after I finish this, wanna come?"

"I have to finish these slides, I think it's gonna take me all night. I'll see you in the morning."

I hung up and focused on my laptop until it started to get dark. I turned on the small lamp on my desk and looked over, watching his apartment for awhile. He wasn't there. I walked to the floor to ceiling windows, the sunset holding my attention. After it went down, I stood, watching the city moving below me.

I didn't realize how dark it had gotten until I saw the lights flash on in his apartment. My head snapped over, and I grabbed my phone off my desk to tell him to close the curtains. Then, I saw him glance towards my windows. I stepped closer to my desk, letting him see my outline. I wanted him to know I was watching.

I could see sweat glistening on his arms and legs. He tossed his phone on his desk, then stripped. First his socks, then his shirt, then his shorts. He looked back over his shoulder, smirking, as he walked to the bathroom and pulled off his underwear, his bare ass out for me to see. Fuck. His back to me, he turned on the shower, then kicked behind him, closing the door.

I picked up my phone, my heart beating so hard that it felt hot in my ears. We'd flirted in person a lot, fingers grazing and lingering at after work drinks, sitting next to each other and pressing our legs together at meetings, and always teasing. But we'd never taken it any further.

I texted him. "I'd love some feedback on these slides. I'll still be at my desk for the next hour or so."

I shut all the curtains except the ones over the windows around my desk. He'd know I'd seen him get home, and he'd know where I was. In the dark, watching the show he was putting on for me. I sat down at my desk and turned off the lamp. Then, I waited.

He came out of the bathroom, steam billowing out with him, a towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced over my way, and I hit the space bar on my keyboard, lighting up the screen, lighting up my silhouette. He saw it and smiled, then walked to his desk and sat down, picking up his phone. Sitting in his chair, his legs wide, he looked my way and smiled. My phone lit up and I reached for it, reading what he'd sent.

"I thought you'd be watching some reality TV by now."

I looked back up at him. He was staring right at me. Sitting all the way back in his chair, he reached down and grabbed his now-hard cock through his towel, squeezing and tugging at it. Then, as quickly as he'd sat down, he got up, walked over to the wall, and hit the remote that controlled the curtains. I tried to focus on his mischievous smile, but my eyes were drawn to him gripping and rubbing his hard cock. I watched him until the curtains closed in front of him. Until I couldn't see him anymore.

The next morning, I walked into the lobby and he was there, waiting with the rest of the group. He saw me and walked towards me. As he got close, he leaned in, whispering to me as he kept walking towards the coffee. "Sit next to me on the way there."

The vans arrived and we gathered to get in. I stood behind him, watching as he climbed in the back seat. I watched him watch me, giving him a grin, and got into the middle row, in the seat right in front of him. I faced the window, my eyes shifted towards him, and smiled. He smirked back and shook his head.

We ignored each other during the walkthrough and meeting, shooting each other looks. When we all lined up to get back in the vans, he got in the other one. Brat.

Back at the building where we were all staying, we gathered around the elevators. One opened, and he and I got in first. I stood directly in front of him. When the elevator was full, I stepped back, pushing my ass against his lap. It didn't take long. I felt his cock starting to press against my ass, straining against the layers of fabric between us. He moved his hand to the side of my hip, pulling my body into his. As we stopped on floor after floor, I focused on keeping my breathing steady, on keeping my face relaxed. I could feel his hot, deep breaths on my neck, the back of his hand running over my lower back right above my ass, and his hand that was around my hip moving down, pressing against the side of my thigh.

Two floors from ours, we were the only ones left in the elevator. I pressed back, harder, into him, arching my back. He wrapped his arms around me and I tilted my head to the side, letting him lean in, smelling my neck.

"Mine or yours?" He breathed.

I reached up and back, pressing my palm into his neck, digging my fingers in. "Neither," I said, satisfied.

He pulled back. "Shut the fuck up."

I turned to the side, just as the elevator reached our floor. As the doors opened, I whispered, "You started it." Then, walking out, I turned towards him again. "I have to do some edits."

I got to my apartment and changed out of my work clothes, then sat down at my desk. He was at his, staring at me. I checked my emails, then I decided I'd waited long enough.

I googled "graph," copied one into a slide, wrote some buzzwords in Comic Sans, and sent it to him. Then, I facetimed him.

"Check your email. I just made this one, I was hoping you could give me some feedback."

I watched him hide a smile. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "Oh, wow. This is terrible."

My eyes wide, I feigned ignorance. "Oh, did I fuck it up?"

"Yeah, this is not good at all. I feel like you can do better." He held a pen, motioning it in a circle around the slide.

"Critique it. In detail. Tell me everything I did wrong. Rip me apart." I flicked my eyes up to him, through the window, and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk and pressing my tits together, then looking back in the camera.

He leaned forward in the same way and licked his tongue across the middle of his bottom lip.

"It's lazy. You're used to people telling you you do great work and you got lazy."

"What else?"

"I think it might help if I knew your motivation, so, what were you thinking about when you were making this?"

I sat back, serious. "I was thinking of the intended audience, and their level of understanding about the topic. How much they can comprehend, and how quickly."

"Wow, okay, how thoughtful. Tell me about the audience."

"Hot. Low intellectual curiosity. Looks good in a towel."

He pushed back from his desk, threw his head back, and laughed.

"Okay, so, we're still talking about this terrible slide, right?"

"What else would we be talking about?" A half-smile crept across my face.

"Here's my advice: Just going off your description of the intended audience, sort of like, attractive, stupid, um, very funny though, like really funny, I think you should probably include some visuals. So, pictures. Or maybe even a video. I think that would help the audience really grab... really grasp... the core idea that you're trying to get across."

I leaned back, satisfied, smiling. "Thank you so much, truly. I'll take your feedback on board, I'm on a deadline. Bye." I ended the call and turned my chair so I wasn't facing him.

A few minutes later, I heard music coming from our shared wall. It was loud. He poked his head around the wall, and I saw him, grinning at me through the windows. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, turning back to my laptop.

The music got louder.

I facetimed him again.

"This music is worse than my slide."

"Oh, can you hear it?"

"It's very distracting."

"Well, I'm taking a break, so I'm leaving it on." He stretched and pretended to yawn.

"Okay. Then I'm gonna take a break, too. And I'm gonna take it in the room that's the furthest from your garbage music, which is my bedroom. And I'll entertain myself in there until you turn it off."

His back straightened as he breathed in sharply, his mouth hanging open. He looked up from the camera, directly at me through the windows again. "You want company?"

"Yes." I looked back at him and smiled. "But. I'm not waiting for you. You're done teasing me. I'm leaving the door unlocked for 5 minutes and then I'm shutting it."

He started to say something but I hung up, laughing as I looked up through the window. I held his gaze until I couldn't see him anymore as I walked to the door, propping it open on the deadbolt. I walked by the window again on the way to the bedroom, and he was gone.

I was in the doorway of my room when he came through the door, breathless. He flipped the deadbolt and shut the door, his eyes on me the whole time.

He took quick, long strides to me and grabbed me, both his hands on my waist. Looking down my body, he ran his hands up, pressing them into my tits over my shirt. Without looking up, he started talking. "You've been watching me since we got here, so now I wanna watch you. Show me."

"Show you what?"

"Are you wet?" I put my finger on his chin, pressing it up so our eyes met. His had softened. He was so worked up that all he could do was mumble. "Please stop teasing me."

"Okay," I said, softly. "Ask me again."

He leaned into me, pulling me close, and whispered in my ear. "Are you wet?"

I pulled my face away from his, my hand on the back of his head, as I nodded yes.

"Let me see."

I broke away from him, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the bed. I slid my pants down, just wearing underwear and a t-shirt, and climbed onto the bed. I crawled to the headboard, leaning against it, my knees bent, feet flat on the bed. I pulled my underwear to the side and spread my legs.

He moved, sitting perched on the side of the bed. He leaned forward, his hand reaching out for my foot. "I can’t see it. Can you get wetter? I wanna see it coming out of you."

"Mmmm," I breathed. "Yes. I can. For you." I cupped my free hand over my tits, grabbing and squeezing.

He moved closer to me, his warm hand moving up over my ankle. "Show me. Do it."

I closed my eyes. I pressed my head back, rolling out my shoulders and spine, and rocked my hips. It didn't take long.

"Holy shit," he breathed. "You're fucking dripping. What the fuck are you thinking about to get wet like that?"

I opened my eyes and gave him a half smile. "I'm thinking about you in your towel last night. I was thinking, what if I’d turned my light back on? What if you could really see me? Would you have stayed in that chair longer? What would you have shown me? And then… could you resist? Asked me to come over then? What would you have done to me if I was in that room?" As I spoke, I pressed my fingers down, spread apart, on either side of my pussy. Close, but not touching the wettest parts. I followed his eyes as they moved down, watching me run my fingers up and down. "I've been teasing you, but I can tease myself, too."

"Oh, yeah? Fuck. Come here. You can tease yourself but I told you not to tease me anymore."

"You begged me, actually. You didn't TELL me." I shifted down the bed, leaning forward and crawling, and sat next to him.

"Stand up," he ordered. I leaned into him as I pushed myself off the bed. He spread his legs apart and I stood between them as he ran his hands up my thighs, pulling me into him.

I rested my hands on the waistband of my underwear. "You wanna see the front or the back first?"

"Back."

I turned around, his hands still grazing my thighs. I bent all the way over as I pulled down my underwear. I was close to him, my ass and pussy in his face.

Dragging his hands up, he rested his palm at the top of my leg, in the angle where it met my ass, his fingers pointing towards the ceiling. He pressed his thumb across, following the curve of my ass, towards my pussy, and pulled back towards his hand. I felt myself peel open, my pussy blossoming like the petals of a flower in front of him. He kept pulling, exposing me, and I arched my back, cocking my hips up and spreading my legs so far apart that he could see inside me.

Then, he grabbed my ass with both of his hands and reached around the tops of my thighs. His hands pressed against my lower stomach, he pulled me in. When I felt him trying to push a finger inside me, I grabbed his hand and stood up, looking back at him. "No. Now you get to see the front."

As soon as I turned around, his hands were on my hips. With his palm flat on my lower stomach, he looked up at me and started to move it down. Keeping eye contact, he hovered his thumb right in front of my clit.

"Can I touch it? Please?"

I nodded, quick and short, and he pressed his thumb onto me, using long, slow, gentle strokes. I let my head fall back and my knees buckled. He held me up with his other arm wrapped around me.

He pulled me down onto him and pressed me onto the bed. I wrapped my legs around him, clinging to him as we kissed, like we'd wanted to for months. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, then pressed my hands into his pants, palming his cock through his underwear.

He pulled away from me. "I can't wait anymore. Turn over. Get on your hands and knees."

I unwrapped my arms and legs from around him and pushed myself away. I got on all fours, shifting my head down and my ass up, my legs spread. I settled in and watched as he got naked. I was happy he was moving fast. This had been building for too long.

He got behind me, his thighs pressing into the back of my legs, his hard cock pressing into the soft curve of my ass. He leaned over me, his chest on my back, and whispered, "I thought about you last night. I thought about exactly this. I came thinking about fucking you with your ass in the air."

He sat back up, and I felt him grab his cock, guiding it towards my pussy, ready for him. He ran it up and down, and I bucked back into him, trying to catch it and slide it inside me.

He breathed out a short, satisfied laugh. "You told me I wasn't gonna tease you anymore, huh? I can still tease you. I can make you wait for it." He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy, almost inside but not.

"Fuck. Fuck you, put it in." Every time I pushed back into him, tried to fuck him, he pulled back. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked back at him. He was smiling. "You want me to beg you?"

"That's a great fucking idea. Try that."

"Please?" I smiled. "Please. Put it in." I slowly sat back, watching him as I took off my shirt and bra. I was trying whatever I thought would make him break. I leaned forward, arching my back and dropping back down. My cheek pressed into the mattress, my voice changed to a whisper. "Please do it."

My legs spread wider as I felt him press the head inside me. His hands were pushed against my ass, and I couldn't buck back into him. He fucked it in and out, never going deeper.

I was getting desperate. I wanted to feel it, I wanted to ride back on it. I wanted to cum. I caught myself whimpering, making bratty, whining sounds. "Pleaaaase," I begged. "Put it in. Put it all the way in. Holy shit, just do it! Push it inside me."

"So fucking impatient. You've been acting like you're a better tease than me ever since we got here. But guess what? I can hold out longer than you. I can make you want me like you've never wanted anyone else. So that I make you cum harder than anyone else ever has. You want that?"

"Yes, fuck, I'll cum so hard for you, just do it. Fuck me."

"You want me to? You want me to fuck you? Then tell me I'm a better tease than you. Say it."

I was pressing back against him with all the strength in my legs, but he kept pushing me forward. I was a desperate, wet mess. "Fuck. Fuck you fuck you fuck you," I whined. He kept pushing me away. "Fine. Fuck you, fine." My voice changed to a frantic whisper. "You're better than me, you're a better tease than me. You're a better fucking brat than me."

"There she is. There's my desperate little whore. Good job. You ready?"

I nodded my head into the mattress. "Yes. Please, just fuck me."

He let go of my ass, and I immediately pressed back into him, his cock pushing all the way inside me.

I groaned as I rode back on him, fast. I bucked up, rolling my hips and grinding onto him. I couldn't help it - I felt the heat building and knew I was close.

I reached back, my fingers outstretched. "Gimme your hand." He held it out and I grabbed it, planting it on my chest. "Squeeze. I'm gonna cum."

"Holy shit, are you serious? Fuck yes!" He squeezed a little, massaging my nipple with the middle of his palm.

"Harder. I promise you can’t hurt me. Do it hard and I'll cum." I reached down between my legs and rubbed up and down on my clit, as fast as I could. It was coming fast, and I knew it would be strong.

He kept his grip on me as I pushed so far back into him that my whole body folded down. I pressed into the bed with all my strength, pushing back to keep my body connected to his.

I tried to make it last, furrowing my brow, scrunching my nose, and biting my lip, but I couldn't stop it. I had wanted this for months, waited for it. I couldn't stop as my pussy clamped down around him, as my body shook, as the breaths left me hard and fast. He held onto me, held me onto him, as I worked out the last of it on my clit.

I melted down, my ass still in the air, catching my breath.

"Fuck. I knew you wanted to fuck me but I didn't know you wanted it that badly. How long? How long have you thought about fucking me? Must be awhile if you came that fast, I hardly even touched you."

I smiled, my eyelids heavy. "So? I got what I wanted, and I'm gonna get it again." I grabbed his hand and pressed myself back into him, pushing his cock deeper.

"No. Me next. My turn next." He gripped my hips and started pumping into me. I let out a sharp breath, my pussy and clit still sensitive. "Oh, am I going too fast? You need a break?"

"Uh uh," I shook my head no.

"No? Good. My fucking turn."

I pressed my forehead on the bed, then my temple. My hair was all around my face, and I breathed through it, smelling my perfume from it resting on my neck.

"Pull your hair back," he ordered. I flipped my head, then grabbed my hair into a ponytail. He ran his hand up my back and moved it over mine, grabbing my hair and pulling. My face shifted up and my mouth hung open as he pounded into me.

He ran his other hand over my jaw, ending with his thumb in my mouth. I pressed my tongue over and around it, suctioning my lips to it, sucking in the same rhythm he used to pound into me. When he fucked into me hard, so hard it hurt, I bit down on it, just a nip with my front teeth.

"Mmmmm," he groaned. "Give me my thumb back."

I reached up and held his hand, keeping his thumb in my mouth as I talked. "No. I like it."

"Fuck. I don't think I have the uh... patience for that right now. We've got almost a month though, right? I can chase you around as much as you want. Tease you. And keep doing it when we get back home."

"Oh yeah? You made fun of me for cumming fast and now you're close, too?" I looked back at him and smirked.

"Yeah, I'm fucking close. I'm gonna cum inside you. You ready?"

"Yeah. Yes. Do it. Cum inside me."

His thrusts got faster, and he let go of my hair. His hands clamped onto my shoulders and he pulled me back against him as he bucked wildly. I looked back again and saw that his jaw was set, his nostrils flared. He pressed hard into me one last time and let out a gutteral breath, then bent down, his body draped on mine.

I pressed forward, onto my stomach, and reached over to the nightstand. I opened the drawer. I pushed back into him and looked back with a sly smile. "Use this, make me cum again."

He sat up, sliding his cock out of me. "Holy shit, we’ve only been here a day and you’ve already got your dildo in a drawer?"

"It’s a vibrator, get real." I pushed all the way back, my ass in the air again. "Put it inside me."

He pressed it against my pussy, teasing me like he had with his cock.

"Don't you fucking dare," I laughed.

He didn't tease me this time. "Like this?" He asked, sliding it inside me slowly.

"Yes. Just like that." I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth on it, rocking and tilting my hips and spreading my knees out, pushing back into him. He flattened his palm on my lower back, and I rested my brow bone on my forearm as I pushed faster and faster. I bucked back into him, slower than he was thrusting it, but making sure I hit the spots that felt the best.

"How do you turn it on?"

"Mmmmm. I’ll do it when I want it, it feels so fucking good the way you’re moving it."

He leaned over, his chest on my back again, and whispered in my ear, "I wanna turn it on. Show me."

"You’re smart, you can figure it out."

"Oh, I thought I was dumb? Hot but dumb?"

"It's pretty easy."

"It’s this? These two buttons? One does outside and one does inside?"

He pressed them and I started to shake. My knees pushed out, I pressed my tits and chest flat on the bed. He pressed down on my lower back again and kept his body against my ass as he held the vibrator inside me. I bucked forward, almost off it, away from him. He pulled me back by my hip, and I pressed back into him, his body supporting mine as I rode it out.

"Fuck, that was fast!" He said, in awe.

I hummed a satisfied laugh. "Worth every penny."

I reached down, moving his hand with mine, taking the vibrator out of me. I sat back on my knees and turned to face him. Holding his gaze, I put it in my mouth, licking his and my cum. I took it out, and held it between us. "Your turn. Taste us."

He leaned forward, our eyes still locked. I reached up and rested my hand on the back of his head as he leaned in and put it in his mouth. He closed his lips around it and bobbed on it.

I let go of his head, both my hands dropping, pulling the vibrator out of his mouth. "Fuck. Fuck that’s so hot. I’ve watched that but I've never seen it before like, in front of me. In real life. A guy sucking… anything other than me."

"Do you like it?"

"I fucking love it." He leaned all the way in, and we locked in a deep, slow kiss. I pulled away and smiled. "You're mean."

He sat back, his eyes wide. "What? What the... you came twice."

"Yeah. Because you're mean," I laughed.

"Oh, I get it. I get to chase you around AND I get to be mean to you? This is gonna be fun."

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