Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons After Hours

Raye peered over the top of her computer monitor at him, her eyes scanning his face while he concentrated on whatever he was looking at on the screen.

 

She didn’t mean to stare but couldn’t help herself. There was just something about him.

 

Of course, she didn’t always feel that way. When she first met him, she was repulsed by his child-like antics. He was the epitome of the class clown, and while he provided the comic relief during the arduous training sessions for their current jobs, Raye found herself trying to tune him out.

 

 Then he sat next to her one morning and struck up a conversation. Raye’s initial impression had been obliterated by his charm and intelligence. She found herself drawn to him and actually began to enjoy his company.

 

Tim was a handsome devil that flirted with anything in a skirt. He was tall with dark hair and mesmerizing green eyes. He had a boyish charm, that Raye now found irresistible, and a megawatt smile that made it impossible not to smile back.

 

Over the course of the initial introductory five weeks, they bonded, sharing stories about their lives and travels. Raye found herself fascinated by him, her eyes turning a vibrant green every time they would speak. Tim was British, and every time he spoke, Raye felt her thighs clamp together. There was just something sexy about a man with an accent.

 

And then he hugged her. At first, it was like the same way her brother would hug her. But then Tim’s hand would lower itself, resting on the small of her back. From time to time he would kiss her. Nothing romantic. Her forehead. Her cheek. With each passing moment, Raye felt a stronger connection to him.

 

It was frustrating. After work, she’d return home to her dog, pour herself a glass of wine, and ponder over the events that happened that day. Usually, her mind would wander back to Tim and she’d find herself pulling out her phone, scrolling through their text message history.

 

She knew she was wrong for him. She knew that it would never work, but deep down a small part of her would love to take him for a ride. And with all the flirtatious banter between them, she often wondered if he felt the same way.

 

Oh Lord. Did this mean she was officially middle aged seeing as he was twenty-five, and she was thirty-two? She shuddered. Cougar wasn’t a term that worked well with her. She glanced down at herself. Hippo would be more accurate as she glanced at her protruding midsection. She glanced up at Tim again, her mind wandering as she imagined him removing his suit jacket.

 As if he could read her thoughts, Tim suddenly stood up, removing his jacket to reveal his business shirt and matching suit vest. Crap. He was wearing a three-piece suit. Raye ducked her head from his view, her cheeks burning. She was blushing.

 

Pulling open Skype, Raye had to take charge of the situation. Without thinking, she began to type, her fingers rapidly running over the keyboard.

 

“I’m now immune to your British charm.”

 

She hit send. No doubt he’ll reply with something flirty which will work her back up into a flustered mess, but at least for now, she was right.

 

As she turned her attention back to her work, she got the sense someone was standing behind her. Raye turned and came face to face with Tim’s groin.

 

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to look up at him. “Yes?” she questioned, her voice coming out far higher than she would have liked.

 

He knelt beside her. “I just received a rather upsetting message,” he began, one hand firmly on the desk while the other was on the back of her chair.

 

“Oh? And what was that?”

 

Tim stared into her eyes. Raye felt her panties dampen at his intense gaze. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “It said that you are immune to my British charm,” he replied, pulling her chair in closer to his body.

 

Raye felt her breath hitch. She swallowed hard.

 

Tim placed a hand on her exposed thigh, pushing her skirt up a little higher. His tongue dipped into her ear. “You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he teased, holding her in place. “Like covering you in chocolate and licking it all off.” He kissed her ear before standing, tugging his vest back into place before walking off to his desk.

 

Raye whimpered, her thighs clamping together.

 

She locked her computer screen and made a mad dash towards the ladies bathroom.

 

The man was good.

 

Collapsing against the cool tiled wall, Raye tried to get her breathing back under control. If Tim wanted to tease her, he was doing a damn fine job of it.

 

Composing herself, Raye splashed water on her face in an effort to reduce some of the redness in her cheeks. She was in a constant state of blush thanks to Tim. If he wasn’t careful she’d blush her way into oblivion.

 

Re-adjusting her skirt, Raye emerged from the bathroom to find Tim leaning against the wall, his feet crossed at the ankles, hands in his suit pocket.

 

She gave a startled squeak. She certainly wasn’t expecting that.

 

“Are you available tonight?” he asked, his eyes searching hers for the answer.

 

“Available?” Raye stuttered. What did he mean by available? Did he want a date? Drinks after work?

 

“Yeah. Sam just dumped a huge pile of papers on my desk and they need to be done by Monday morning. Want to put in a little overtime?”

 

Oh. Raye felt her heart sink.

 

“Sure. I could use the extra cash,” she responded, avoiding his gaze.

 

Tim grinned and wrapped her up in his arms. She briefly rested her head on his chest as he gave her forehead one of his tender kisses.

 

She smiled up at him and excused herself, hurrying back to her desk.

 

The remainder of the afternoon, Raye tried to focus on work. But she couldn’t get Tim’s words out of her mind. Every time she thought of chocolate, she would feel his lips on her ear and it would send shivers throughout her body.

 

As 5:00PM rolled around, the office began to empty out. Raye was wrapping up a call when suddenly Tim was beside her, a stack of papers in hand.

 

She hung up the phone and turned to face him. He gave her a cheeky smile. “Husky voice again, huh?” he teased, dropped the papers in front of her and grabbing a chair from a neighboring desk.

 

“Story of my life,” Raye replied, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck. “Finally get my voice back after being sick for two weeks and by Friday the damn thing is gone again. One guy actually asked me if he had to pay for this kind of call.”

 

Tim threw his head back, roaring with laughter.

 

Raye giggled, her eyes skimming over the papers.

 

For the next hour, they worked together, going through the urgent reports that their team leader required.

 

Tim placed his signature on the final report, placing it atop the pile. “Finally,” he said, cracking his neck from side to side.

 

Raye leaned forward, rubbing her fingers along her neck. Even she was starting to feel the pinch of the extra hour in front of the computer screen.

 

Tim reached out, his fingers brushing hers aside as he began to massage her shoulders. His fingers worked up their way up her neck. Raye felt her eyes close as she let him work the tension from her neck.

 

She felt herself leaning back against him, relaxing at his touch.

 

He brushed her hair to one side as he rolled his thumbs down her spine. He scooted his chair closer.

 

A single moan escaped Raye as Tim placed his lips on the back of her neck. Her eyes shot open. She felt frozen in place as the tip of his tongue traced over her tattoo. His arm snaked around her, his hand cupping her breast as he pulled her closer to him.

 

Her chest rose rapidly as she craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him.

 

Tim groaned. Her eyes were emerald green. She batted her lashes at him, a smile creeping to her face.

 

He ran his ran through her hair, gripping it and pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

 

Raye released a moan as their tongues intertwined. Her hand ran over his chest, feeling his muscles move beneath his shirt.

 

Her fingers found their way down to his vest, fumbling with the buttons before successfully ripping it open and sliding down his arms, discarding it on the floor.

 

Tim retreated, sliding the chair he was on back across the room. He got down on his knees before her, his hands sliding up her milky white thighs until his fingers touched the flimsy material of her panties.

 

She watched as he lifted her legs, sliding her panties down her legs. He stuffed them into the pocket of his pants before pulling her to the edge of the chair. He lifted her legs, parting them as wide as her pencil skirt would let him.

 

The scent of musk flooded his nostrils as his tongue darted out, lapping at her clitoris.

 

Raye’s head fell back as her hand snaked through Tim’s hair, gripping it softly. She began panting as he teased her. He expertly circled her throbbing clit with the tip of tongue before slipping it between her folds, enjoying the juices that escaped her.

 

Her panting became more audible as she grew closer to climax. She felt her thighs tremble as her orgasm washed over her.

 

Tim chuckled as her thighs clamped around his head, his warm breath on her twitching sex threatening to send her over again.

 

She released her grip on his hair. Tim parted her thighs, getting to his feet. Raye’s eyes locked on the obvious bulge in his pants. Biting her lip, she reached for it, rubbing the palm of her hand over the front of his trousers.

 

She got to her feet, pressing her body against his and kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips.

 

Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt before finding their way to his bare chest. A slight smattering of hair framed his chiseled torso.

 

Taking control of the situation, Raye felt brave enough to drop to her knees, fumbling with his fly as she released his package from the confines of his pants.

 

She licked her lips in desire. Her hand stroked his cock, feeling it respond to her touch.

 

He had been teasing her for weeks. Now was time for some payback.

 

Her tongue slid over the tip of his cock. She smiled in satisfaction as it jerked in her hand, tiny droplets of pre-cum forming.

 

Tim groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she engulfed his quivering member, her tongue working it over, teasing it. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth. She pulled away, her hand working him over.

 

“Do you want to cum?” she asked playfully.

 

Tim nodded a response, his eyes closing.

 

Satisfied, Raye returned to torturing him, sliding him fully into her mouth, her tongue teasing the underside of his cock, feeling it pulse with each tickle of her tongue.

 

Raye was enjoying bringing him to the edge, holding him there, then stopping, prolonging the torture. Tim groaned, his hand running through her hair, gripping it, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Her technique was something he hadn’t experienced before. The fact that she was on her knees on the office floor added to the excitement.

 

Raye pulled away, her green eyes framed by thick, black lashes stared up at him. “Are you sure you want to cum?” she teased, her hand stroking his full length.

 

Tim felt his knees buckle as she took him back into her mouth. “Oh God yes!” he moaned, his fingers sliding through her wavy blonde hair.

 

Raye pulled away. “Are you really sure?”

 

Tim’s eyes opened. He stared down at her. She was grinning. “You’re a tease,” he replied. Raye chuckled. “And you don’t think what you’ve done to me for five weeks was teasing?” she retorted, running a nail along the underside of his member.

 

Leaning back down, she gave his shaft a kiss before wrapping her tongue around its purple head, tickling the delicate skin, before engulfing him completely. Tim’s head fell back as he gave into her, exploding in her mouth without much warning.

 

Tim’s eyes opened and he quickly apologized, helping her to her feet. Raye smiled back at him, assuring him it wasn’t the first time she had been taken by surprise. He pulled her close, feeling her body against his. He cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His lips pressed against hers, his hand sliding under her skirt, cupping her ass, squeezing it before delivering a playful spank.

 

Gasping in fake shock, Raye splayed her hands against his chest, admiring his body. This was something she had only dreamed about for the last few weeks. Now it was happening, she was planning on taking full advantage of the situation.

 

She leaned in for a kiss. Tim obliged. She kissed his cheek, moving to his ear. The tip of her tongue tickled him. “Fuck me,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. Tim began to unbutton her shirt, tossing it aside. Her black push-up bra stood out against her creamy skin.

 

Feeling self-conscious, Raye covered her midsection. She knew she had just begged him to take her, but the sudden realization that she was standing topless caused her insecurities to bubble to the surface.

 

Tim grabbed her arms, moving them aside so he could admire her. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt. In one swift movement, he slid it down her body, admiring her curves as he undressed her.

 

“Come here,” he said, pulling her into his body, his lips pressing against her forehead. Raye closed her eyes. Tim slid his hand behind her back, unclasping her bra.

 

Her bare breasts crushed up against chest. Skin on skin.

 

Tim cupped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Tim-” she began as his mouth enclosed over hers.

 

They parted, both panting. Raye took a moment to drink him in, admiring the view. There was no going back now.

 

He grabbed her hand, pulling her towards one of the meeting rooms.

 

Laying her down atop the boardroom table, Tim parted her legs, his thumb making slow circles on her clitoris.

 

Raye gasped as he entered her. His body crushed against hers as he pounded into her. Raye wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Her nails raked down his back, feeling his muscles move beneath his flesh.

 

Bodies intertwined, flesh on flesh. Raye found herself grinding against Tim, begging for him to delve deeper, filling her completely.

 

His hands groped her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He placed his mouth over the delicate bud, flicking his tongue over it as he drove himself into her, faster, harder. He wanted to feel her convulse as she rode out another orgasm. He wanted to see her eyes roll back in satisfaction.

 Raye felt another orgasm building. He clawed his back, her nails leave slick marks in the sweat that consumed Tim’s body. She pulled herself upwards, her lips near his ear as she panted.

 

“Please,” she begged, her voice hushed. “Make me cum.”

 

A faint smile crossed Tim’s face. He slid his hand down the plain of her stomach, finding her throbbing clitoris. In small, circular motions, he stimulated her as he felt her growing slicker.

 

That was all she needed. Her body convulsed, back arched, as a cry of pleasure escaped her lips. Her nails gripped his back, causing him to cry out.

 

They collapsed together, exhausted.

 

Tim climbed off her, unhooking her ankles from around his waist. A small rabbit tattoo on her right ankle made him pause.

 

He traced the outline with his finger before leaning in close to her. His lips brushed her ear. “Was that good for you, Bunny?” he asked.

 

Raye’s head snapped around. She hadn’t been called ‘Bunny’ since her ex. She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes filled with seduction. “You called me Bunny,” she said, her tongue darting out and wetting her lips.

 

Tim smiled. “It suits you.”

 

He turned and exited the room, only to return moments later with their clothes.

 

They got dressed in silence, Raye suddenly very self-conscious that she had given into her lustful desires.

 

They shut off the lights and made their way to the elevators.

 

“Tim,” she began. How could she possibly say what she wanted to? Where did they go from here? She knew she couldn’t go back to what they were.

 

He smiled, his hand reaching for hers.

 

“Let’s take each day as it comes,” he told her, stepping into the elevator. He pressed the ground floor and the metallic doors slid shut. “But if it’s any comfort, I’ll certainly be volunteering to stay back after hours with you more often.”

 

Raye giggled, bumping him playfully with her hip. “I stayed back with you,” she reminded him, reaching up to move a strand of hair off his forehead.

 

Tim leaned down, planting a tender yet firm kiss on her swollen lips.

 

“And I can’t wait to do it again.”

 

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