#clitwarming

for you, my love. (also sorry i made you write me 25 when you only got 15 🤪)

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She’s let him get her off a few times so far, in between meetings and the break she forced him to take to stretch his legs (he doesn’t care that he’s a little too big to set up shop under the desk all day, but Taylor seems to in that perpetually-miffed way of hers), but it feels like it’s been a while since the last time, and he wants to feel her clenching around his tongue, her thighs trying to close around his head. He soothes himself with the slide of his lips over her slick pussy, mouthing at her lazily enough not to distract her. Above him, she squirms a bit, but doesn’t give any other indication that she’s affected. 

She is getting wetter, though. Eventually, Buck has to slurp a little to keep the chair beneath her clean. If he didn’t now, she’d just make him do it later. Besides, he wants her to be comfortable. She shouldn’t have any reason to put an end to this before she’s done with work for the day and can devote all her attention to him. He drinks her down, greedy and starting to sweat again. 

Then he’s tapped on the nose again, and Taylor reminds him to “behave” before he hears the whimsical sloop! of her video conferencing software. He really does want to, so he tucks his tongue against his lower lip and pushes in just a bit closer so his open mouth makes a soft, warm home for her clit. He holds still for her, shivering violently as her voice takes on an insistent, intense tone. She’s so in charge, dominating the conversation and answering whoever is on the other end with swift, biting retorts. 

Buck is so hard it’s all he can do to keep from humping Taylor’s leg. 

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EXACTLY YOU GET IT!!! i'm having so much fun with this one i did a bunch of these out of order since i was on a roll 🤭

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Even if pressed, Buck would have no idea how long he’s been here. Taylor’s still working, so it can’t have been the entire day yet. Not if she’s still taking meetings. He could open his eyes and check how bright the room is, but it just seems like too much effort. It doesn’t matter, anyway. When it’s time for him to eat or take a piss or drink some water, Taylor will tap him again, gently press him back and away until she can slip out of her desk chair and set him about whatever task she deems necessary.

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of course, my liege 😇

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Until then, he’s the perfect furniture, the perfect tool, lips coated in slick and legs half-asleep and hair damp with sweat and not caring about any of it. The rapid taps of the keyboard get even faster, and then stop for a moment to the tune of Taylor’s frustrated sigh. Buck’s chest aches– he wants to make that feeling go away for her, but he hasn’t been given permission. Instead, he nuzzles her thigh with his cheek, enjoying the smooth slide of her skin against his barely-there stubble almost as much as the contented sigh she gives at the sensation. His eyelids flutter with the praise in it, the unadulterated pleasure of getting to alleviate whatever annoyance Taylor was feeling.

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