It's the third time you've come into the office's kitchen to replenish your water bottle. This time, you caught the new hire trying not to get caught while staring at you. He's much younger than you for sure. Slender and broad shouldered. His thick rimmed glasses and cardigan sweater suggest he's a nerd but the snake tattoos peeking from under his rolled up sleeve and just above his crisp shirt collar suggests otherwise. As does his slicked back dyed blond hair. His ears are pierced but without earrings. Ok so maybe you've been staring at him too. It's not a crime. Before you can speak, he hurries to leave the room. Shy boy. I bet he's got a lot of really fun secrets. On your way to the conference room, you stop by your cubicle to grab your pen and notepad. This meeting is going to absolutely suck ass but at least there will be eye candy and it just happens to be in the smaller room. Lucky for you, there is only one chair left. It is right next to his. You smile politely at him as you sit down. He nods and then looks toward the whiteboard at the front of the room. Your chairs are so close together, you can feel his leg shaking. He's nervous. Cute. But it's also distracting. You gently squeeze his thigh under the table and whisper sternly, low enough for only him to hear: "Stop shaking your leg, unless you want me to ride it." He doesn't move but you see him swallow hard, considering your words. As you start to remove your hand, he begins to shake his leg again-- smirking ever so slightly. He scribbles a tiny note onto the corner of his notepad and angles it toward you without looking at you: "You really shouldn't provoke me, Noona."
You can feel him twitching inside of you as you quietly watch him watching the TV. You know he loves his team. You also know he loves you. You offered a quickie before the game starts. But you both know that once you get him started, he is going to take his sweet time with you. That's how he missed the last game. His counteroffer? Now you're his precious little cocksleeve. He's greedy like that. Your eyelids are getting heavy. Your naked body slumping against his as you straddle him on the couch.
"Tired already princess? It's almost half time," he whispers as he gently strokes your hair, thrusting into you to wake you up.