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It was dark when you went to the station looking for Rafael at his office. You liked him, and he was sweet to you. You weren’t sure if he felt the same way you did, but you knew he looked at you a certain way. A way he didn’t look at any other person aside from you. You wondered if he looked at his wife like he looked at you. As you walked into the station it was dim, but you knew Rafael was here. He always was.
That’s how this all started, late nights here at the station you’d drop by and you’d talk with him. He’d talk back, charm you a little even. And you loved it. Loved when he gave you attention, when he spent time with you alone and only you. When he’d stay at the station late to wait for you to drop by.
That’s why you were here now, in his office. How did you get on your knees at his feet however?.. If you asked Rafael, he’d tell anyone nothing happened. That he never did anything wrong, and technically he didn’t. He never touched you inappropriately, never outright said anything too bold, never did more than kiss your hand. He was tame, subtle, and you loved that he never stopped you from fawning over him.
The man made you swoon, and you couldn’t help it. His voice was velvety, his words charming, his eyes dreamy and just watching him smoke a cigarette leaned back in his office chair was enough to make you think too many unholy thoughts.
That’s how you found yourself here, kneeled before him at his desk where he sat. He watched you like a hawk, not explicitly saying anything or doing anything to tell you to back off, but nothing to tell you to do more. He watched how far you’d be willing to take this if given the reign to do so.
Rafael took a drag of his cigarette. His eyes half lidded and dragged along your body, following your hands as you reached for his thighs, settling between them on the ground. Nothing was spoken but so much was said in each of your eyes as your hands slid up his thighs, his muscles tensing then relaxing under your touch. He merely watched, lips wrapping around his cigarette once more, the embers glowing as he breathed in.
You were about to scoot closer between his thighs but his leg came around to stop you, a silent gesture to match the deepness in his narrowed eyes. His leg came between you and him, shin against your chest and foot between your thighs. His warning was simple, you weren’t getting any closer.
So instead, your hands slid down his leg, the one pressed against you. You leaned your cheek to his knee, doe eyes gazing up at him with false innocence. “If we keep our clothes on…” You started quietly, your hips moving closer to his boot, “it’s not really sex.”
For a moment Rafael’s breath hitched, contemplating your words and your actions. Your lips stretched into a sweet smile before you started to roll your hips against his shoe. You bit your lip, eyes locked on his as you set a slow pace, watching the way his breath grew heavy. Pressing your sternum to his knee, you pushed your breasts against his leg as you moved against him.
"Princess, what're you getting me into..." He exhaled, a plume of smoke billowing from his lips.
He couldn't fight his body, his cock hardening in his jeans as he pursed his lips. Leaning to his side against the armrest, Rafael clenched his fists. He felt the pressure of your clothed core against his boot and he swore he could feel the curves of your pussy and the nub of your clit through the thick leather of his shoe. You were rutting against his leg like a needy little thing, eager for any piece of attention and affection from this man.
Rafael could feel himself straining behind the fly of his jeans. Your breath quickened as soft moans started slipping from your lips. Your eyes half lidded as you looked into those deep dark eyes of his. His hands absentmindedly slipped to his groin, pulling at his jeans desperately, his cock aching beneath the tight material.
Rafael hissed as he adjusted himself, lifting his hips in an attempt to make his position less... constraining. Though the movement only caught your eye in the most delicious way, watching him basically thrust the air right before your face. It was a sight that made your insides whirl with arousal, something that made you imagine what it must be like to have him fuck your mouth like this. You wanted it so desperately, but you knew you could only dream of it happening. For now, that is.
You moan at the sight of him looking as breathless as you as you grind against his boot. This should've felt humiliating, but not with Rafael looking at you this way. Nothing about the way he was looking at you made you feel shame. He made arousal pump through your veins, made the knot in your stomach tighten with every drag he took from his cigarette.
Rafael could feel his resolve fading fast, his most primal need winning over his conscience. You were really doing this, getting off using him like this, how was he supposed to resist? How was he supposed to hold himself back from feeling good? Like you said, neither of you were naked, it wouldn't technically be cheating. At least that's what Rafael told himself as he held his cigarette between his lips, hands deftly unzipping and tugging open his jeans.
Then you saw it, that hard, hot, pulsing length you’ve been dreaming of. That very same you’ve woken up in the middle to touch yourself, thinking of it. How that bulbous tip would turn deliciously purple with wanton need, how it could split you open and pound into your cervix to make you see stars. God, how you wanted him to fuck you. Fuck you until you were lost in a subspace of ringing ears and tingling limbs. To feel that headiness that would make your body weightless and heavy at the same time as you’d catch your breath thinking of nothing but him.
His hand stroked from base to tip, fingers catching on that head as he spread the precum already beading from his slit. There was nothing more you wanted to do but run your tongue along the same route of his hand and flick the tip and taste that precum that was solely there because of you. Rafael groaned, hand pumping his cock deliberately as those dark, blown out pupils drank in the sight of you.
Your breath came hotter as his breath came faster, your hips moving quicker to match his pace as you watched him get off on you. It was addictive, the kind of sight you never want ending. Your moan was warm against his thigh as you looked up at Rafael with needy eyes.
“Shit, baby, look at you…” Rafael groaned as he stroked himself, his hand twisting around his sensitive head. Your eyes were practically glazed over with lust as you humped his shoe like a pathetic mess. And Rafael ate it all up. Oh how he craved more, craved to feel that cunt that rutted against him around his aching cock. “Damn you.” He exhaled as he pumped himself faster.
“Please…” You whined, hands crawling at his thigh and calf, desperate for a taste of him, something more than just a tease of what you could never have.
Rafael took another drag of his cig, one long breath that at this rate he’d be chain-smoking the whole pack tonight. Exhaling, he watched you through the tendrils of smoke as it wafts towards you. “No, baby, you stay right there.”
You moaned at his command, his voice raw and rough. Obliging, you stayed where you were, chasing your high. If you were sane, you probably would’ve thought yourself pathetic for humping his shoe like this. But Rafael made you anything but sane. He made your insides whirl like a maelstrom. Made your empty cunt pulse with a desire for him so strong you’ve never wanted anything or anyone else so bad. So you took anything he would give you. So be it if it’s as humiliating as something like this. You couldn’t feel embarrassed for the life of you. Not when Rafael was stroking his cock so hard and fast to the sight of you.
“You’re liking this aren’t you?” Rafael groaned.
You nodded your head, cheek brushing his knee as you mewled. Rafael exhaled a moan, his whole body rushing with adrenaline as goosebumps rose on his skin. His tip was bulging in his fist as he stroked himself faster, cock throbbing and balls tightening. He rubbed his swollen purple tip, precum oozing out as his eyes stayed mesmerized on you.
You were a whimpering mess as you chased your release, that hot coil burning in your stomach ready to snap. With a growl, Rafael came. You moaned at the sight, his hips bucking into his fist as his cum shot into the air. You lolled your tongue out as you stretched closer, his cum landing all over his jeans and your face. Your own climax struck you. Gripping his leg, you rode out your high on his boot as your body jolted and shuddered against him.
You came down from your high panting and breathless, eyes almost bleary as you slumped against Rafael's leg. You felt his hand gently caress your hair, brushing it away from your face.
"Gorgeous thing." He murmured.
You carefully moved off him, your body sensitive and limp. Glancing down, you noticed a wet spot evidently staining the leather of his shoe. Your face flushed, yet the image was one you wanted to remember forever. The stain proof that you had him, proof that you'd been there. What happened was real. You smiled as you looked back up at him.
Rafael's voice was gruff as he spoke, "You're gonna ruin me ain't ya?"