Chapter 2: Building Tension
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The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each one echoing loudly in the otherwise silent office. Thu sat on the edge of Quân's desk, her legs swinging idly, her eyes fixed on the photograph of him and Trang that sat prominently on his desk. She could feel the weight of the day's events bearing down on her, the guilt gnawing at her insides like a relentless tide.
Quân, meanwhile, was engrossed in his laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He hadn't spoken much since they'd returned to the office, his earlier intensity replaced by a brooding silence. Thu watched him surreptitiously, her heart aching at the sight of him. She knew she should feel guilty, knew she should be putting more distance between them, but she couldn't seem to help herself. There was something about him, something that drew her in despite her best efforts to resist.
"Quân," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk?"
He looked up, his eyes meeting hers, and she saw the same turmoil reflected in their depths.
He closed the laptop, setting it aside before speaking. "About earlier..."
Thu held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "No, please. Don't apologize. I shouldn't have... I mean, we both got carried away.
Quân leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Is that what you really want, Thu?"
She hesitated, her resolve wavering under his intense gaze. "It's what needs to happen, Quân.
We can't just... keep doing this. It's not fair to Trang, and it's not fair to us. We have lives, careers, responsibilities. We can't just throw everything away for a... a fling." "And what if I said I don't want a fling? What if I said I want more?"
Thu's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain steadfast. "You can't just decide to throw away your relationship with Trang on a whim, Quân.
You've been together for years. She trusts you."
Quân sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know that, Thu. Believe me, I know. But I can't ignore these feelings either. When I'm with you, it's like... it's like everything else fades away. It's just you and me, and it's intense and real and... I can't explain it."
Thu's heart ached at his words, but she steeled herself against the emotion. "You can't base a relationship on intensity, Quân. Not when there are real-world consequences.
We have to think rationally, not just act on impulse." Thu stood up, straightening her dress as she did so. "I need some air. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Quân watched her go, his expression unreadable. As the door clicked shut behind her, he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He knew she was right, logically. But logic had never been his strong suit where Thu was concerned.
He picked up the photograph of him and Trang, staring at it for a moment before setting it back down. He cared about Trang, he really did.
She was kind, smart, beautiful - everything a man could want in a partner. But there was something missing, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Until now, until Thu walked back into his life.
Quân stood up, pacing the length of his office as he tried to sort through his thoughts. He knew he should respect Thu's wishes, should honor the commitment he'd made to Trang. But he also knew that he couldn't just ignore the feelings that were bubbling up inside him, feelings that he'd thought long buried.
Seeing Thu again, working with her, being near her - it had stirred something within him, something he couldn't just push aside.
He made up his mind, striding towards the door and throwing it open. Thu was standing just outside, her back to him, her shoulders hunched as if lost in thought. She turned at the sound of the door opening, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Quân, what are you-"
He cut her off, his hands cupping her face, his lips descending onto hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Thu stiffened for a moment, surprise rooting her to the spot, but then she melted into him, her body molding against his as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
When he finally pulled away, they were both breathing heavily, their hearts pounding in sync. Thu's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with his. "Quân, we can't... not here," she whispered, glancing around nervously.
Quân's thumb brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle. "I don't care where we are, Thu. I can't keep pretending like this isn't happening between us.
Like I don't feel this... this connection, this pull towards you," Quân murmured, his voice low and intense. His hands remained on her face, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks.
Thu's breath hitched, her eyes searching his. "Quân, we can't. You have Trang, and I...
Quân silent her with a kiss
, his lips pressing firmly against hers.
Quân grab Thu at her waist, push her back into his office
, closing the door behind him. Thu's back hit the wall, and she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. Quân took advantage of her parted lips, deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with urgency.
Thu's hands found their way to his chest, gripping his shirt tightly as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her body pressed against his, feeling every hard muscle, every inch of him. Quân's hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the small of her back, before settling on her ass, pulling her even closer.
Thu moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his, her hands tangling in his hair. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Quân broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. Thu's head fell back, giving him better access, her breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands moved to the hem of her dress, pushing it up slowly, his fingers brushing against her thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Thu's breath hitched as his hands reached the edge of her panties, his thumbs hooking underneath the lace, teasing her.
"Quân," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "We shouldn't..."
He silenced her with another kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, claiming her. His hands continued their exploration, pushing her panties aside, his fingers finding her wet heat. Thu moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction.
Quân chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down her spine.
"Shh, Thu. Just feel," he murmured, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving her wild with desire. Thu's hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she rode his hand, her body chasing the pleasure he was so expertly building.
His lips left hers, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, before dipping lower, capturing one taut nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. Thu cried out, her body arching into his, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.
Quân's mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue swirling around her nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. His fingers continued their steady rhythm, driving her higher and higher, until she was teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"Quân, please," she gasped, her voice ragged with need. "this was wrong
, we shouldn't be doing this."
Quân paused, his eyes searching hers. "Do you really want me to stop, Thu?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Thu bit her lip, torn between what she knew was right and what her body yearned for. She shook her head slightly, her eyes never leaving his. "No," she admitted softly.
A slow, sensual smile spread across Quân's face, and he leaned in, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. His hands continued their exploration, pushing her dress up further, baring more of her skin to his touch.
Thu could feel the cool air against her heated flesh, contrasting with the warmth of Quân's hands. She shivered, her body aching with anticipation.
Quân's lips left hers, trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, before dipping lower. He pushed her dress down, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Thu gasped, her nipples hardening under his intense stare.
"You're so beautiful, Thu," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, sending electric shocks through her body.
Thu arched into his touch, her breath hitching as he leaned down, taking one taut peak into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, sucking gently, while his hands continued to knead her flesh.
Thu's hands found their way to his hair, holding him to her as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she instinctively rubbed against him, seeking friction.
Quân groaned against her breast, his hands moving to her hips, stilling her movements. "Not yet, Thu," he murmured, his voice strained.
"Not until I say so."
He released her breast, his lips trailing down her stomach, his hands pushing her dress further up. Thu's breath caught in her throat as he knelt before her, his hands hooking under her thighs, lifting her leg over his shoulder.
"Quân, what are you-" she started, but her words were cut off as his mouth found her center, his tongue delving into her folds.
"Oh god," she gasped, her hands clutching at his hair, her body arching into his mouth.
Quân's tongue explored her, licking and sucking, his fingers joining in, sliding in and out of her, building a rhythm that had her writhing against him.
"Quân, please," she panted, her body tensing as she neared the edge. "I can't... I can't hold on..."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Come for me, Thu," he growled, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot that sent her spiraling over the edge.
She cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Quân held her steady, his mouth continuing its relentless assault, drawing out her orgasm until she was boneless and gasping for breath.
He stood up, his eyes never leaving hers as he undid his belt, pushing his pants down. Thu watched him, her heart pounding in her chest, her body already yearning for more.
Quân stepped closer, his hands reaching for her, pulling her against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms looping around his neck.
Their eyes locked, and Thu saw the raw hunger in his gaze, a reflection of her own desire.
"Quân," she whispered, her voice hoarse from earlier cries of pleasure. "Are you sure about this?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, claiming her. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly, positioning himself at her entrance.
Thu gasped into his mouth as she felt him, hot and ready, pressing against her.
Her body tensed briefly, then relaxed, welcoming him. Quân groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he slowly pushed into her, inch by agonizing inch.
"God, Thu," he breathed, his voice ragged. "You feel so good."
Thu could only whimper in response, her body stretching to accommodate him. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm.
Quân's lips found hers again, his tongue tangling with hers as they moved together, their bodies perfectly in sync.
Thu's hands roamed his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingertips as he thrust into her, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
She could feel the tension building inside her, her body coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke. Quân's hands gripped her ass, tilting her hips, allowing him to go deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars.
"Quân," she gasped, breaking the kiss, her head falling back against the wall. "I'm close, I can't...
I can't hold on much longer," Thu panted, her body trembling on the brink of release.
Quân's grip on her tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more insistent. "Let go, Thu," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Come with me."
His words sent her spiraling over the edge, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Quân followed soon after, his body tensing as he found his own release, groaning her name like a prayer.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged and uneven. Thu's legs slid down from around his waist, her feet finding the floor, but she kept her arms looped around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder.
Quân's hands stroked her back gently, his touch soothing and tender. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice muffled against her hair.
Thu nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers.
"Thu, I need to tell you something."
She looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "What is it?"
Quân took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. "Trang and I... we've been having some problems lately. We've been talking about taking a break, trying to figure things out."
Thu's eyes widened in surprise. "Quân, I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He shrugged, looking away for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I didn't want to burden you with my personal issues.
Besides, it's not like we've been on the best terms ourselves," Quân replied, his voice tinged with regret.
Thu nodded, understanding his sentiment. Their reunion had been anything but smooth, filled with tension and unresolved feelings. "I get it, Quân. But I wish you would have told me. It might have changed things..."
"Changed what, Thu?" Quân asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Would you have stopped this from happening?"
Thu hesitated, her gaze flickering away from his. "I don't know. Maybe."
Quân's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer.
"I don't want to change anything, Thu. Not when it feels this right."
Thu's heart fluttered at his words, but she forced herself to maintain a semblance of control. "Quân, we can't just ignore reality. You have a girlfriend, and I... I have my life too. We can't keep sneaking around like this."
“Then you shouldn’t let me fuck you that day Thu, now i can stop thinking a bout fuck you senselessly everytime
i see you” Quân said with a smirk
Thu rolled her eyes, pushing him away gently. “Don’t be crude, Quân. You know what I mean.”
“And you know want i mean too” Quân said as he turn Thu around, ready to fuck her pussy from behind
“Quân, wait,” Thu gasped, her hands pressing against the wall for support. “We can’t just keep doing this. It’s not right.”
Quân’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Right or not, Thu, I can’t stop myself from wanting you. And I know you want me too.” He punctuated his statement by grinding his erection against her ass, making her gasp.
Thu bit her lip, torn between her desire and her conscience. “This is crazy, Quân.
We can't just keep using each other like this," Thu protested weakly, her body betraying her by arching into his touch.
"We're not using each other, Thu," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "We're exploring something real, something intense. Something neither of us can deny."
Thu's breath hitched as Quân's hands slipped under her dress, pushing it up to her waist.
She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from his body. His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, slowly pulling them down. Thu lifted her hips, helping him remove the last barrier between them.
Quân's hands caressed her ass, squeezing gently before spreading her cheeks apart. Thu gasped, her body tensing as she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance. She braced herself, her hands splayed against the wall, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Quân, wait," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "We shouldn't... not like this."
Quân paused, his body tense behind her. "Tell me to stop, Thu," he said, his voice low and strained. "Tell me you don't want this, and I will."
Thu's heart pounded in her chest, her mind warring with her body. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she pushed her hips back, silently urging him on.
Quân groaned, his fingers tightening on her hips as he slowly pushed into her.
Thu gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him, her fingers clawing at the wall for support. He gave her a moment to adjust, his breath hot on her neck, before beginning to move.
"Fuck, Thu," he growled, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "You feel incredible."
Thu could only whimper in response, her body overwhelmed by sensation. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance. The sound of their lovemaking filled the small office, punctuated by their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure.
Thu's fingers curled against the wall, her nails scraping against the paint as Quân's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more insistent.
"Quân," she gasped, her head falling forward, her hair cascading around her shoulders. I can't hold on much longer."
Quân's hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. "Come for me, Thu," he growled, his voice low and commanding.
His fingers pinched her nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Thu's body responded instantly, her inner muscles clamping down around him as she tumbled over the edge, crying out his name.
Quân's grip on her tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful surge, he buried himself deep inside her, groaning her name as he found his own satisfaction. Thu's legs trembled, threatening to give out beneath her.
Quân must have noticed, because he quickly scooped her up in his arms, carrying her over to the worn-out couch tucked away in the corner of his office. He sat down, cradling her in his lap, her head resting against his chest.
They sat in silence for a moment, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Thu could hear the steady beat of Quân's heart beneath her ear, and she found herself relaxing into his embrace, her body fitting perfectly against his.
Quân's hand stroked her hair gently, his fingers tangling in the long, dark strands.
Thu could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, his body warm and solid beneath hers. She didn't want to move, didn't want to break the spell that had fallen over them. But reality was creeping back in, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness.
"Quân," she started, her voice soft and hesitant. "About what happened..."
He interrupted her, his fingers tilting her chin up so that their eyes met. "Don't, Thu. Don't ruin this by overthinking it."
She sighed, her gaze flickering away from his.
"It's just... this changes things, Quân. We can't keep ignoring our responsibilities, our commitments."
Quân's expression darkened, his jaw tightening. "Is that what this is about? Your commitment to your job, my commitment to Trang?"
Thu nodded, her eyes meeting his again. "Yes, among other things. We have lives, Quân. Lives that don't involve sneaking around and having secret trysts in your office."
“But here we are, you are in my office, and i will fuck you how ever i want Thu ” Quân said with a smirk
Thu rolled her eyes, pushing herself off his lap and standing up. She quickly gathered her scattered clothes, her movements jerky with frustration. "This isn't funny, Quân. We can't keep doing this."
“I’m not joking, Thu” Quân said as he
stand up, grab Thu by her wrist and pull her back to him. He pressed her against the wall, his body trapping her there. Thu could feel his cock hardening against her belly, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sudden contact.
"Quân, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I'm showing you what I want, Thu," he replied, his voice low and husky. His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Thu try to push Quân away, but Quân is to strong, he pin her on his desk, his hand grab her shirt button.
“No, please stop” Thu grab Quân hand, trying to stop him. But Quân continue to rip her shirt off
, revealing her bra underneath. Thu gasp, her eyes widening in shock and arousal.
“Quân, we can’t do this. Not like this,” Thu protest, her voice shaking slightly. But her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Why not?” Quân ask, his voice low and dangerous. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Quân pull her bra down
, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Thu gasped, her body arching into his touch, her nipples hardening under his intense stare.
"Quân, please," she begged, her voice ragged with desire. "We can't... not here."
He ignored her protests, his mouth descending on one taut peak, sucking gently. Thu cried out, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him to her. His tongue swirled around her nipple, sending electric shocks straight to her core.
"Quân, we should stop," she panted, her body writhing beneath him.
"Someone might come in."
Quân lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire. "No one's going to come in, Thu. I locked the door.". "Quân, this is wrong.
He paused, his gaze locking onto hers. "Wrong or not, Thu, I can't stop myself from wanting you.” Quân said as he pull Thu’s skirt down , leaving her completely naked. Thu tried to cover herself up, but Quân grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“Quân, please,” Thu begged, her voice shaking with desire and uncertainty. “We can’t keep doing this. It’s not right.”
“Who said anything about being right, Thu?” Quân replied, his voice low and husky. His eyes roamed over her body, lingering on her curves, making her squirm under his intense gaze. “All I know is that I want you, and you want me.
That's all that matters right now,” Quân said, his voice firm and resolute. He released her wrists, his hands trailing down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Thu shivered, her body still trembling with desire and uncertainty.
Quân's hands reached the hem of her shirt, and he began to lift it, his knuckles brushing against her skin. Thu bit her lip, her eyes locked onto his, unable to look away. She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but her body refused to cooperate, her limbs heavy and languid.
Instead, she found herself lifting her hips, allowing him to slide her skirt down her legs, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry gaze.
Quân's eyes darkened as he took in her naked form, his breath hitching slightly. Thu could see the outline of his erection straining against his pants, and she felt a surge of power knowing that she affected him as much as he did her.
"Quân," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We shouldn't..."
He silenced her with a finger to her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. Just let go for once.
Let yourself feel, Thu," he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing. His hands traced patterns on her skin, his touch gentle yet firm, igniting sparks wherever he touched.
Thu's breath hitched, her resolve weakening under his tender assault. She closed her eyes, her head falling back against the desk, her body arching into his touch. Quân took advantage, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, exploring, tasting.
His hands continued their journey, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden into peaks.
Thu gasped into his mouth, her hands reaching for him, tangling in his hair, holding him to her. Quân's hands slid down her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, before finally reaching the juncture of her thighs.
Thu's breath hitched as his fingers found her center, stroking her, teasing her. She moaned, her hips moving in time with his touch, seeking more friction. Quân obliged, his fingers slipping inside her, filling her, stretching her.
Thu's body clenched around him, her hips bucking as he set a steady rhythm, his thumb circling her clit, driving her closer to the edge.
"Quân," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'm close. Oh god, I'm so close."
He growled, his mouth capturing hers, swallowing her cries as he increased his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of her, his thumb rubbing faster, harder.
Thu's body tensed, her inner muscles clamping down around him as she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her boneless and gasping.
Quân continued to stroke her, drawing out her pleasure, his mouth never leaving hers. “You always squirt a lot for me” Quân said as his finger
slip in and out of her pussy, making Thu moan loudly
“Quân, please” Thu beg as she try to push Quân’s hand away but Quân hold her wrist firmly, preventing her from moving.
“Please what Thu?” Quân ask, his voice low and dangerous. “Please stop or please make me cum again?”
Thu bite her lip, her eyes meeting Quân’s intense gaze. “Both” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Quân chuckle, his fingers still moving inside her. “Well, I can’t do both at the same time, can I?” he said, his voice playful.
“How about I make you cum again instead?”
Before Thu could respond, Quân's mouth descended upon hers, his tongue demanding entry. She opened willingly, their tongues dancing, exploring, tasting. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.
Thu's hands weren't idle either. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Quân broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off, tossing it aside. Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
Quân finger rub harder “Squirt all over my finger, Thu. I want your juice all over my desk
.”
Thu's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. "Quân, I can't... not like that," she stammered, trying to close her legs, but Quân's body kept them pinned open.
"Shh, it's okay," he murmured, his voice soothing yet firm. "Just let go, Thu. Let yourself enjoy it." His fingers continued their relentless assault, his thumb circling her clit, his other fingers pumping in and out of her.
Thu's body responded despite her reservations, her hips moving in time with his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of his fingers.
"Quân, I... I can't..." she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge.
"Yes, you can," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me, Thu. Let me feel you squirt all over my fingers."
His words pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing as she came undone, her orgasm ripping through her with such intensity that she saw stars.
And just as Quân had commanded, she squirted, her juices coating his fingers, his desk, even dripping onto the floor below.
Quân groaned, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched her fall apart. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "Delicious," he murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Thu lay there, boneless and panting, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She couldn't believe what had just happened.
Again. Thu lay sprawled on Quân's desk, her body still humming with pleasure, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't quite grasp. She watched as Quân licked her juices off his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"You're insatiable," she managed to say, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.
Quân chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. "Only with you, Thu. I love seeing your pussy glistening with your juice”. Quân said as he pin Thu’s legs against her breast, showing her pussy completely to his eyes ight.
“Quân, please” Thu beg, her voice shaking with desire and embarrassment.
Quân took out his phone to take a picture of Thu pussy, glistening with her juice
. Thu try to close her legs, but Quân hold her legs firmly, preventing her from moving.
“Quân, what are you doing?” Thu ask, her voice filled with panic. “Delete that picture, please.”
Quân look at Thu, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why should I? It’s not every day I get to capture such a beautiful sight.”
“Quân, please” Thu beg again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Do you know how good your pussy look
right now Thu?” Quân ask, his voice low and husky. “It’s glistening with your juice, begging for my cock”.
Thu bit her lip, her body responding to his words, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
“Quân, we can’t keep doing this. Not like this”
“Like what then Thu?” Quân ask, his voice low and dangerous. “You want me to fuck you missionary style on the bed? Or maybe you want me to bend you over and fuck you doggy style?” Quân said as he rub his cock against Thu’s pussy, making her moan loudly.
Thu try to push Quân away, but Quân hold her legs firmly, preventing her from moving. Not here, not like this,” Thu protest, her voice shaking with desire and uncertainty. “Because someone might walk in?” He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I locked the door, Thu. No one’s going to interrupt us.”
“That’s not the point, Quân,” Thu said, her voice firm despite her racing heart. “This is your workplace.
It's unprofessional, Quân. We can't just...”
"Unprofessional? You're worried about professionalism now?" Quân said as he push his cock into Thu pussy “that not what you said when we fucked at the studio yesterday”
Quân said as he start to fuck Thu harder, making her moan loudly. "That was different," she gasped, her body arching into his thrusts despite her protests. "We were alone, and it was... it was after hours."
Quân laughed, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her. "So, you're saying you're only up for office sex if no one knows about it?"
Thu bit her lip, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it."
Quân grinned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer, deeper. "Then enlighten me, Thu. Tell me what you do mean."
Thu's breath hitched as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her eyes fluttering closed. "I mean... I mean that this is your workspace. It's where you create, where you think, where you... where you live your passion."
"And what's wrong with adding a little passion to the mix?" Quân countered, his voice low and sultry.
"Besides, who says we have to limit ourselves to just this office? There are plenty of other places in this building where we could... explore."
Thu's eyes widened, her mind racing with images of them sneaking into empty conference rooms, hiding in supply closets, fucking against the windows overlooking the city. She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts, but her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening, her pussy clenching around him.
"Quân, we can't," she insisted, her voice weaker than before.
"Not here, not like this."
Quân slowed his pace, his eyes searching hers. "Why not, Thu? Because it's wrong? Because it's unprofessional?"
She nodded, her breath hitching as he hit that sweet spot again.
"Or is it because you like it? Because you like the thrill of getting caught, of knowing that someone could walk in at any moment?"
Thu's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing at his words. She opened her mouth to deny it, but no words came out. Because, God help her, she did like it.
She liked the way her heart raced when she heard footsteps outside the door, the way her breath hitched when she thought about someone walking in on them. She liked the way Quân looked at her, his eyes dark with desire and possession, as if daring her to put an end to their illicit affair.
Quân must have seen the truth in her eyes, because he smirked, his hips picking up speed again. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his voice low and satisfied. "You're a bad girl, Thu.
A naughty little thing who likes to play with fire," Quân teased, his voice low and husky as he continued to move inside her, his pace slow and steady, designed to drive her crazy.
Thu bit her lip, her eyes flashing with defiance. "And you're a bad boy, Quân. A reckless, arrogant man who thinks he can have whatever he wants."
Quân chuckled, his hands sliding up her body, cupping her breasts. "Isn't that the truth?" he murmured, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden into peaks.
Thu gasped, her head falling back against the desk, her body arching into his touch. Quân took advantage, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, exploring, tasting.
His hands continued their journey, cupping her ass, lifting her hips, angling her for better access. Thu moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. She could feel his cock pressing against her entrance, hot and hard, and she wiggled her hips, eager for more.
Quân groaned, breaking the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. "You're killing me, Thu," he muttered, his voice ragged with desire.
"Then fuck me already," she challenged, her voice breathy and bold. She could feel the power dynamic shifting between them, and she reveled in it. She wanted him to lose control, to fuck her hard and fast, to claim her as his.
Quân's eyes flashed with heat, and he gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh. "As you wish," he growled, slamming into her with one powerful thrust.
Thu gasped, her body arching off the desk, her fingers clawing at his back. Quân set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward, his cock filling her completely, stretching her deliciously.
Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the small office. Thu could feel the tension building inside her, her body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on.
"Harder, Quân," she panted, her voice ragged with desire.
"Fuck me harder."
Quân growled, his grip on her hips tightening, his fingers digging into her flesh. He obliged, his hips slamming into hers with renewed vigor, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her with each thrust.
Thu cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Come for me, Thu," Quân grunted, his voice low and commanding. "Come all over my cock."
His words sent her over the edge, her body exploding in a burst of sensation.
Thu screamed his name, her nails digging into his back as she rode out her orgasm, her pussy pulsing around his cock.
Quân groaned, his body tensing as he followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing inside her as he came. He collapsed on top of her, his body shaking with aftershocks, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. Thu could feel Quân's cock softening inside her, but neither of them made a move to separate.
Finally, Quân lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers.
"You're amazing, Thu," he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. She smiled, her heart fluttering at the compliment. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice still breathless.
Quân chuckled, slowly pulling out of her. Thu winced at the loss, her body already missing his warmth. He stood up, grabbing some tissues from a nearby box to clean himself up. Thu sat up, watching him, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't quite grasp.
"What are we doing, Quân?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
She pulled her shirt closed, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Quân sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don't know, Thu. I honestly don't." He looked at her, his expression serious. "But I do know that I can't seem to stay away from you. And I don't want to."
Thu bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to tell him that she felt the same way, that she couldn't resist him either. But she also knew that this was dangerous territory, that they were playing with fire.
She was supposed to be working with him, not sleeping with him. And yet, here they were, tangled up in each other, their clothes scattered across his office floor.
A knock at the door
startled them both. Thu quickly grabbed her skirt and shirt, pulling them on as Quân rushed to answer the door. He cracked it open, blocking the view with his body.
“Hey An , what’s up?” Quân asked, his voice casual as he leaned against the doorframe, trying to hide Thu behind him. An, his colleague, peered around him, his eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of Thu hurriedly buttoning her shirt.
“Oh, the manager tell me to call you up for a meeting right now” An pretend to not seeing what happen in the room, his eyes darkend with a glimpse juice dripping down at Thu’s thigh.
“Well, i’ll be ready in some minutes”
As Quân leaves for the meeting, Thu went back to her seat, where An was sittinh right next to her.
An can’t help but look down at Thu thigh, the glistening on her inner thigh make him
swallow hard.
“So, Thu, how long have you been working with Quân?” An asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
Thu looked up, her cheeks still flushed from their encounter. “Not long, actually. We’re working on a project together.”
An nodded, his eyes flicking back to her thigh. “Must be... intense.”
Thu raised an eyebrow, catching the double meaning in his words. “Excuse me?”
An shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “I mean, Quân can be... intense.
That's all I meant," An said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Thu narrowed her eyes, her hackles rising. She didn't appreciate being toyed with, especially not by some nosy colleague. "What exactly are you implying, An?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
An held up his hands in surrender, a laugh escaping his lips. "Whoa, relax. I wasn't implying anything. I just meant that Quân can be... intense. In his work, I mean." He gestured to the piles of papers and half-finished projects strewn across the office.
"He gets so lost in his work, he forgets everything else. Like food, sleep, even... personal boundaries."
Thu bristled at the implication, her cheeks flushing with anger and embarrassment. "I can handle myself, thank you very much. And I'm perfectly capable of setting boundaries."
An raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're having trouble keeping your clothes on."
Thu's jaw dropped, outrage surging through her. Before she could retort, the door swung open and Quân walked in, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He looked up, his eyes flicking between Thu and An, sensing the tension in the air.
"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice cool and collected.
An stood up, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Nothing, boss. Just getting to know our new team member." He glanced at Thu, his eyes lingering on her still-flushed cheeks. "Isn't that right, Thu?"
Thu gritted her teeth, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She refused to rise to An's bait, instead turning to Quân with a calm expression.
"We were just discussing the project. Isn't that right, An?" Her tone left no room for argument.
An shrugged, his smirk fading. "Sure, sure. The project. That's what we were talking about." He turned to Quân, his demeanor suddenly business-like. "So, boss, what's the plan for the rest of the night? I've got some ideas I'd like to run by you."
Quân's eyes lingered on Thu for a moment longer, as if trying to decipher the sudden change in atmosphere. Then, he turned to An, his expression serious. "Let's hear them.
Thu, would you like to join us?" Quân asked, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. Thu hesitated for a moment, still fuming from her exchange with An, but she didn't want to appear unprofessional. She took a seat, crossing her legs to hide the evidence of their earlier encounter.
An began to outline his ideas, using the whiteboard to sketch out rough designs. Thu listened intently, her mind racing with her own concepts.
She tried to focus on An's presentation, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the heated encounter with Quân just moments ago. She could still feel the ghost of his touch, the echo of his kisses, the sting of his fingers digging into her flesh. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ignore the ache between her thighs.
Quân noticed her distraction, his eyes flicking to her often. He cleared his throat, interrupting An mid-sentence. "That's enough for now, An. Let's take a break and come back to it fresh."
I'll grab us some coffees. What do you guys want?" An asked, looking at Thu and Quân.
"I'll have a black coffee, thanks," Thu replied, her voice still cool.
"Same for me," Quân added, his eyes never leaving Thu's face.
As An left the room, Thu turned to Quân, her expression serious. "We need to talk," she said, her voice low.
Quân raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "About what?"
Thu crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "About what just happened between us.
It was reckless and unprofessional, and I don't appreciate being used as a distraction during work hours." Thu snapped, her voice rising in volume despite her efforts to keep her tone even.
Quân leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "I apologize if I gave you that impression," he said, his voice sincere. "It wasn't my intention to use you as a distraction or to make you uncomfortable.
I just couldn't resist the moment when I saw you looking so hot and irresistible," Quân said, his eyes dart to Thu breast.
Thu sucked in a breath, her cheeks flushing as Quân cupped her breast in his hand
, squeezing gently.
"Quân, not here," Thu whispered, glancing towards the door nervously. But she didn't push him away, she couldn't. His touch was intoxicating.
Quân leaned in closer to Thu, his lips brushing against her ear.
"No one will disturb us," he murmured reassuringly. "We have at least 30 minutes before An returns with the coffee."
Thu shivered at his words, her breath hitching as Quân's hand slid down her body, tracing a path towards her inner thigh.
She closed her eyes, leaning into the sensation, her body responding with a sudden glow of heat.
Quân's fingers grazed the damp fabric of her pants, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke.
"It's been so long, Thu," he murmured, his voice filled with a desperation that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "I've missed you so much."
Quân's fingers slipped under the hem of her pants, finding the wetness that coated her tall, sleek legs.
"Quân, we can't," Thu protested weakly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as his fingers began to explore her slick folds. "What if someone comes in?"
Quân smiled against her ear, his voice low and seductive as he whispered, "Then they'll find us like this, and then they'll know what we already do - that you belong to me."
As if to prove his point, Quân thrust two fingers deep inside Thu, making her moan loudly as he stretched and filled her.
Thu gasped, grabbing the edge of the desk for support as Quân's fingers worked their magic, making her near the edge of orgasming.
"Quân... Quân..." Thu gasped, her body trembling as she fought to contain her screams.
Quân pulled his fingers out, trailing them along her folds, teasing her inexplicably. Thu whimpered, writhing on the desk, desperate for release.
Then, Quân's finger entered her once more, hitting a specific spot inside her.
Thu's head fell back, and she let out a long, soft moan. Quân took that moment of vulnerability as an invitation, leaning in to capture her mouth in a deep, earthy kiss.
Thu wound her arms around his neck, her body melting into his as he explored her with his tongue. She could feel his erection pressed against her hip, and the thought of it pulsing within her sent a wave of needing desire coursing through her veins.
Quân broke the kiss, fisting her hair as he took her mouth again, hungrily, possessively.
Thu couldn't help but moan into the kiss, feeling overwhelmed by the passion coursing through her veins.
As the kiss deepened, Quân loosened the knot of her blouse, letting it slide open, revealing her black lacey bra. He trailed his mouth down her neck, sucking on her pulse points, nipping at her skin gently. Thu shivered, leaning into his touch, her breathing becoming ragged.
She felt like she was losing control, like she was drowning in his touch, but she didn't want to come up for air. Quân slipped a hand inside her bra, his fingers teasing her nipple, making it peak with desire. She moaned softly, the sound echoing in the small room.
Quân's touch was igniting every nerve ending in her body, making her squirm with need. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and he was giving it to her without hesitation.
Suddenly, Thu heard voices approaching outside the office. She froze, her eyes wide with panic. "Quân, someone's coming!" she hissed, pushing him away. But Quân didn't move. Instead, he grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Don't worry, Thu. I locked the door," he whispered, his voice low and sultry.
"Don't worry, we have a few minutes before they get suspicious."
Thu's heart raced as she looked into Quân's eyes, dark and full of desire. She felt the weight of the forbidden in the air but couldn't resist the pull of the moment. Quân kissed her again, hungrily, as his hands roamed her body. Thu ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as she kissed him back, just as fiercely.
Quân lifted Thu onto the desk, spreading her legs apart with his hands.
His gaze traveled down her body, and she felt his eyes on her like a physical touch.
"You're so beautiful, Thu," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh.
Thu shivered under his touch, her heart fluttering in her chest. She couldn't believe they were doing this, right here, right now. But she didn't care. She wanted Quân with every fiber of her being.
Quân leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Tell me what you want, Thu," he whispered.
Thu swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed. "You know what I want, Quân," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Quân smiled, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties. "Say it, Thu. Say what you want me to do to you."
Thu closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she surrendered to her desires. "I want you to touch me, Quân," she said, her voice trembling. "I want you to make me feel good."
Quân didn't need any further encouragement.
With a low growl, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Thu's panties and tugged them down, revealing her glistening center.
Without warning, he leaned down and buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking at her clit with abandon. Thu gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure shot through her body like electricity.
Quân's tongue was wicked, sliding expertly over her slick folds and flicking against her sensitive clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Thu's fingers clenched in his hair as she moaned helplessly, her hips grinding up against his face. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't make herself stop either. It felt too good, too right.
Thu's body responded to Quân's touch like a match to flame, burning hotter and brighter with each passing second. She could feel the tension building inside her, her body coiling tighter and tighter as Quân brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Just as she was about to tumble over, Quân pulled back, leaving her gasping and bereft. She opened her eyes to find him grinning at her, his lips glistening with her arousal.
"Why did you stop?" she panted, her voice ragged with desire.
Quân chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Please, what do you want me to do?"
Thu bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire. She couldn't believe she was about to say this, but she couldn't hold back any longer. "I want you to fuck me, Quân," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Quân's eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Say it again," he commanded, his voice low and demanding.
Thu swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "I want you to fuck me, Quân," she repeated, her voice stronger this time.
She met his gaze, daring him to refuse her.
Quân groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as he undid his belt and zipper, freeing his hard cock. Thu licked her lips, her eyes widening at the sight of him. He was thick and long, and she couldn't wait to feel him inside her again.
Quân stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. Thu spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He teased her for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick folds, making her moan and squirm.
Thu reached out, wrapping her hand around his shaft, guiding him to her entrance. Quân groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the feel of her hand on him.
"Thu, you're killing me," he muttered, his voice strained with effort. "I want to take this slow, but I don't think I can."
Thu looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "Then don't," she whispered, her voice husky. "Fuck me hard, Quân. Make me scream."
Those words were his undoing.
With a growl, Quân grabbed her hips and slammed into her, filling her completely. Thu gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with each powerful thrust.
The sound of their flesh meeting echoed through the small office, mingling with their moans and gasps.
Thu wrapped her legs around Quân's waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on. He obliged, his hips slamming into hers with increasing fervor, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Harder, Quân," Thu panted, her voice ragged with desire. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to pound into her.
Thu moaned into his mouth, her body writhing beneath him as she surrendered to the unrelenting pleasure.
Their bodies moved in a perfectly synchronized rhythm as they chased their release, the sound of their heavy breathing and skin slapping against each other filling the small office.
Quân broke the kiss, his lips trailing to her neck as he nipped and sucked at her sensitive skin. His thrusts became erratic, his pace quickening as he reached the brink of his climax.
Thu could feel the tension building inside her, the pressure mounting in her lower belly.
She rocked her hips in time with his, meeting him thrust for thrust, driven by a primal desire that she couldn't ignore. Quân's grip on her tightened, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered dark promises and filthy words that only served to fuel her hunger for him.
Thu's head fell back, her eyes closed as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her body.
Quân's thrusts became more frantic, his own body trapped in the throes of desire. He groaned, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he reached the tipping point.
Thu felt Quân's fingers dig into her hips, his own orgasm fast approaching. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with the rhythm of her hips, driving them both towards the edge.
And then, with a final, powerful surge, Quân collapsed on top of her. He buried his face in her shoulder, panting heavily as the waves of pleasure washed over him.
Thu wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both came down from their high. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in sync.
Quân lifted his head, his eyes meeting Thu's. There was a moment of silence between them, a moment where neither knew what to say. Then, Quân smiled, a soft, tender smile that made Thu's heart skip a beat.
"That was...intense," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Thu laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. "Yeah, it was."
Quân leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
"We should probably clean up," he said, his voice still husky from their exertion. Thu nodded, her eyes flicking towards the door. "Do you think anyone heard us?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice. Quân chuckled, helping her off the desk. "If they did, they're probably jealous," he said, winking at her. Thu rolled her eyes, but she couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. She gathered her clothes, quickly dressing as Quân did the same. As they finished, there was a knock at the door.
Thu and Quân exchanged a panicked glance, quickly smoothing their clothes and hair. Quân called out, "Come in," his voice steady despite the racing of his heart.
An poked his head in, holding three cups of coffee. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, his eyes flicking between Thu and Quân, a knowing smirk on his face. Thu felt her cheeks flush, but she held his gaze steadily.
"No problem, An," Quân said, taking a cup from him.
"We were just finishing up here."
“The manager are looking for you, Quân. I think you can leaves the rest for us” An
added with a mischievous grin, handing Thu the last cup of coffee. Thu took it graciously, her heart still pounding in her chest.
She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as An looked from Quân to her, a smirk playing on his lips. She just hoped he didn’t suspect anything.
Quân cleared his throat, adjusting his own clothes before turning to Thu.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft enough that only she could hear him.
“No need to apologize,” Thu replied, taking a sip of her coffee to mask her nervousness. She could still feel the heat of his touch on her skin, the weight of his body against hers as they tangled together in a passionately forbidden dance. It was a dance that came back to her in fleeting but vivid waves.
As Quân leaves to the manager office, An looks
at Thu, his smirk growing wider.
"Well, well, well. Look who's all flustered," he teases, taking a seat at the table.
Thu rolls her eyes, trying to play it cool. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lies, taking another sip of her coffee.
An raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Oh, really? Because it seems to me like you and Quân were just doing a whole lot more than 'finishing up' in here."
Thu feels her cheeks flush again, but she keeps her composure.
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