Working Together

"So you did decide to come," Matt said as I settled in my seat. Melissa and Janessa were still bragging about the amazing job they had done with my outfit.

"Yeah, well," I said, shrugging. There was a big basket of bread on the table. My stomach rumbled and I immediately grabbed a piece and took a huge bite. Matt laughed and shook his head. "Wha?" I asked through a mouthful of bread.

"I was all worried you'd become a little fashionista like Mel and Janessa, but it looks like you haven't changed a bit," he said. I made a face at him through my bread and laughed.

"So, this is an open bar or what?" I asked after I swallowed.

It was an open bar. It also turned out that the podium on the stage was just going to be there before dinner while the executives did their speeches. So needless to say, before dinner was even served, I'd had a little more than I should have. Not because I was getting them myself, mind. At some point I realised that a new drink just seemed to randomly appear in front of me every time I was close to being finished, and I wasn't totally sure how, since I was absorbed in conversation at the table each time it got refilled.

Dinner came and went -- it was delicious, but I couldn't tell you what we had because I slowly began to realise that Matt's chair was getting closer and closer to mine, and that we were slowly falling into our own private conversation. It happened almost as easily as our conversations at work, and we laughed a lot.

The dessert was served just after we finished dinner, and let me tell you, it looked positively orgasmic. There was an entire platter of different pastries and cakes, from cream puffs filled with chocolate mousse to a red velvet cake with what looked like chocolate chunks mixed in the thick cream cheese icing.

"Oh, God, I can't even think about dessert," Mel said, turning her head away from the platter.

"Me neither, I am positively stuffed," added Janessa.

"No problem," I said, reaching for the platter. "I'll take it. I can't decide between that flaky pastry thing and the cake, anyways."

Derek laughed. "Allie, I swear you are a bottomless pit. You eat like a man!"

I frowned at him as I started eating the cake. "You calling me a man, Derek?"

"Well, not in that outfit," he teased. "Come on, you eat more than anyone else I know! How aren't you the size of an elephant?"

"Maybe because I spend my time actually hefting boxes around and working instead of sitting on my gargantuan ass all day," I shot back.

Most of the table laughed and I smiled at Derek, trying not to show that his comments were actually pissing me off. The smile was what was frozen on my face when I felt a hand slowly rest against my thigh as Matt leaned in. "Personally, I think it's nice when a woman has an appetite," he said. His fingers moved lightly against the hemline of my dress, and I'm sure he felt the shiver that ran through my body. "Then you're not stuck eating rabbit food with them."

That got a whole conversation going about women on diets and forcing men to eat their diet food, which was apparently a highly controversial topic, especially between the couples at our table. Once I was no longer the center of attention, I turned to Matt, my mouth slightly open. He looked straight back at me, a half smile on his face.

"Sorry?" he said, as though he wasn't sure.

I couldn't help but smile. "I don't mind," I said. "And since you don't mind my appetite, are you going to finish that?" My fork was halfway to his plate before he answered, and he let me finish the piece of cake he had picked.

So, that was really all it took. One simple placement of his hand against my thigh, and I was hooked. I had just polished off Matt's piece of cake when they announced that the dance floor was opening, and music started blaring.

Within moments, the other women at our table had dragged their significant others to the dance floor, so just Matt and I were left. His hand was back on my thigh, his fingers just sliding underneath the hem and tracing along my smooth thigh. We stayed like that for moment, not saying anything. Not by choice, mind you. His touches were sending little shivers throughout my body that seemed to radiate from my pussy, which was throbbing. I could feel the wet spot already forming in my panties. How could I trust myself to talk?

Finally, he broke the silence. "I'd ask you to dance," he said, leaning in so I could hear him. "But I don't know if I'd be able to do it in a work-appropriate way..."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, biting my lip.

"It means," he started, leaning even closer, so that I could feel his warm breath against my skin, "that if we didn't have to see these people again on Monday morning, I would be all over your lovely body in an instant."

I blushed. I couldn't help it. I mean, I had been dreaming about this, and now it was really happening. Matt's hand slowly started to make its way further up my thigh, his fingertips tracing light circles against my goose-pimpled skin. I bit my lip and swallowed hard.

"Maybe we should leave," I said bluntly.

Matt raised his eyebrows and began to pull his hand away. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to offend you." His face began to turn read and he turned his head away from me

I frowned. "Offend me? What do you mean?"

"You just said that you wanted to leave," he mumbled, sounding embarrassed. I suddenly realised what he was talking about.

"Yeah, as in, we should leave... together?" I hesitantly mirrored his previous action, letting my hand slowly rest just above his knee.

"Oh... OH!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Wow. I must have looked pretty stupid there."

I laughed. "A little." He met my eyes again and I bit my lip. He was looking at me like he already knew what I would look like with my dress lying on the floor. "So...?" I asked.

"I think you're right," he said. He stood up suddenly and offered his hand to help me up. I snorted and stood up immediately, and then immediately grabbed the offered hand to steady myself as I stumbled. I was suddenly light-headed as the numerous drinks I'd had made their presence known. Matt laughed at me.

"Not funny," I mumbled. The room spun momentarily and I cursed whoever had been refilling my drinks, hoping to God that Matt wouldn't see that I was drunk and try to do something noble and chivalrous, like try to make sure I got home okay.

"Maybe I should just take you home," he said slowly. "I don't want you to regret anything."

"Oh for fuck's sake!" I exclaimed. Matt jumped as I swore. "Matt, I'm not going to regret anything. You know how long I've wanted this? You wanna know the only reason I actually came to this stupid party? Because you said you wanted me to!"

"Oh," he said. He paused, then that grin that I loved so much spread slowly across his face. "In that case, I did take advantage of the company deal to book a room here..."

That was all I needed to hear. "Let's go."

He lead me out of the ballroom. None of our coworkers noticed -- we picked the perfect time. Everyone was dancing or drinking, and no one even saw Matt leading me be the hand out of the room.

We stood in silence, waiting for the elevator. Matt still held my hand, and the tender action distracted from the fact that all I wanted was to simply get up to his room and let him fuck my brains out. I would have to remedy that.

The elevator arrived and I realised I was wrong about the hand-holding being tender as the door closed and Matt suddenly pressed me against the wall. He didn't kiss me -- instead, his mouth went to my neck and softly nipped the skin there. I gasped as tingles ran through my entire body. I swear that Matt felt my nipples harden, because he pressed himself even closer to me and groaned. His cock was hard and he pressed his bulge against me as he kissed my neck. I could feel blood rushing through my body, my heart racing as Matt ran his hands along my body, tracing the curve of my hips and just barely grazing against the side of my breast. I stifled a moan as he cupped my ass and pulled me to him, letting me grind my hips against him. I was a second away from simply ripping my dress off and screaming for him to fuck me when the elevator stopped. Matt moved away from me and took a breath, grinning apologetically at me as the door opened.

"I couldn't resist," he said.

I didn't really care. "Let's get to your room," I gasped.

He took my hand again and we walked quickly down the hallway. Well, he walked quickly. I stumbled in my rush to get into his pants. It was just my luck that his room was at the very end of the hall. Matt dug in his pockets and retrieved the key, fumbling with it for a moment before unlocking the door. He put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into the room first. I entered the room, turned to face Matt, and within seconds of the door shutting behind him, had my mouth on his.

His lips were soft, in contrast to the rough, calloused hands that were running up and down my arms. His lips parted and I felt his tongue brush against my lower lip before he bit it gently. I moaned against his lips. He wasn't moving fast enough for me. My pussy was throbbing and I needed him.

I reached between us and began pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Matt shrugged it off and quickly removed the vest as well before he reached behind me and began to unzip my dress -- slowly, almost agonizingly so, I felt the cool air hitting my back, and I shivered. Every nerve, every cell in my body was pulsing with need, and my skin felt like it was burning from the heat. My fingers trembled as I loosened Matt's tie and unbuttoned his shirt, and I was only half done when Matt's strong hands guided my dress off my shoulders. I lowered my hands for a moment, pulling my arms out of the sleeves, and resumed working on his shirt as my dress fell down my legs and pooled on the floor around my feet. I paused when I heard Matt groan softly.

He was looking at me, staring at my breasts, his eyes travelling over my body. I was suddenly self-conscious, unsure of what to do with my hands, unsure of what to say. I looked at him, and after a few moments, he met my gaze.

"You are so fucking hot," he said, and with a swift movement he had his tie and shirt off. He pulled me close to him and we kissed, moving towards the bed in the center of the room. I kicked off my shoes as we reached the bed, moments before I found myself on my back with Matt over me, kissing me, kissing my jaw and my neck and down to my cleavage. I wriggled my arms behind me and unhooked my bra. In seconds it was off and Matt's mouth was on the top of my left breast as he gently fondled the other one, tweaking my hardened nipple and making me gasp. He kissed and licked between my breasts, lightly nipping underneath in a way that made me want to cum right then, before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking it lightly. I gasped and writhed under him, and I'm sure I felt him grin as he switched between my nipples, paying them each equal attention with his mouth.

"Jesus, Matt, please..." I gasped. "I don't want you to tease me right now."

"I think you do," he laughed, but he let one hand trail down to my pussy. I moaned loudly as he slipped his hand into my panties and relieved some of the throbbing in my pussy by running his fingers along my dripping slit. He carefully avoided my clit, barely grazing it as he traced around my wet hole.

I couldn't take it. I knew what Matt was trying to do, but we could do the teasing thing another time. Right then, I needed his cock.

"Matt, I need your cock," I said. He looked up, surprised. "Please, please fuck me."

He didn't say anything, just slipped my panties down. In the moment he took to look at my naked body, I had my hands on the waist of his pants, had unbuttoned them, and was working feverishly to push them down his legs. He laughed and stood up, slipping off the rest of his clothes, and I forgot for a moment what I was waiting for.

He had an amazing body. His chest was broad, toned, and defined. It wasn't the body of a body-builder, but simply the body of a strong, real man. His stomach was flat, the hint of his abs clear, defined simply from working in a physical environment. From there, my eyes travelled to his cock, hard and thick, precum dripping from his tip. I licked my lips, and before I really knew what I was doing, I had sat up and crawled towards him. He watched me and didn't move until I was on my knees at the edge of my bed, had wrapped my fingers lightly around his cock and swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting his precum. He groaned and I felt his knees buckle a bit, his hands ending up on my shoulders to steady himself.

I licked his cock thoroughly before taking it in my mouth and sucking gently. Matt groaned and I felt one of his hands tangle itself in my hair, just gently resting there as I began to move my mouth along his cock. I took as much of him as I could, feeling the hot throb of his erection filling my mouth. Matt's hand tightened in my hair and I could hear him gasping as I pumped his cock in my mouth, tasting his precum as it dripped onto my tongue.

I had never really enjoyed sucking cock before -- it wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it was incredibly one-sided, and I didn't get a whole lot from the experience in terms of getting turned on. That was different with Matt. There was something about his cock that was practically delicious, and his reactions... well, they just sent shocks of desire through me. My hair was tangled between the fingers of his left hand, but he didn't pull -- just let his hand rest against my head. His right hand traced a pattern from the top of my head, down my cheek and jawline to my neck, where his fingertips played against my skin on their way to my shoulder. Low sounds came from his throat as he gently moved his hips, aiding the rhythm as I sucked him.

In fact, I was getting so into it that I was almost disappointed when Matt pulled away. I suddenly realised he was panting and his lips were swollen red where he had been biting them.

"You are going to make me cum way too soon," he said.

"That would be bad," I replied. "You promised me sex."

He laughed. "I promised you nothing -- but I want to make you happy, so..." His voice trailed off as he crawled onto the bed over top of me, forcing me to lie on my back as he moved over top of my body. His lips were on mine in a second, kissing me hard. I let my teeth graze against his bottom lip and he groaned against my mouth. His hand moved down my body and into my panties again -- I sighed in relief as he finally let his fingers touch my throbbing clit. Within seconds his fingers must have been soaked. After a moment he let his fingers move further down, collecting moisture along my slit before letting one finger slide into my pussy. I moaned against his mouth, my hips thrusting up to meet his hand as he fingered me, the palm of his hand hitting my clit with each motion. I wanted to cum, feeling the small stirrings of an orgasm starting deep in my body, when Matt stopped.

I nearly screamed in frustration, a small whimper escaping my lips. Matt chuckled.

"I've got something even better for you," he whispered as his hands found my hips and slipped my panties down my legs. The second they were past my ankles, Matt threw them across the room and was nudging my legs apart. I happily obliged, reaching down to guide his hard cock towards my pussy. I let go when I felt his tip nudging into my hole and we moaned in unison as he pushed into my dripping hole in one slow, fluid motion. Suddenly he was buried in my pussy, not moving for a moment as we both enjoyed the feeling of his cock being in my pussy for the first time. Slowly, with more control than I could ever expect, Matt started to move. I wanted more.

Squirming underneath him, trying to find friction on my clit, I looked up at Matt. "Would you just fuck me, Matt?" I gasped. He slowed his movements even more, grinning.

"Ask nicely," he demanded. I whimpered in frustration.

"Please. Please, please, please, please fuck me, right now!"

I don't know if it was my begging or if Matt just couldn't tease me any more, but he fucked me. He fucked me hard and fast. His body pressed against mine, my hard nipples pushing into his toned chest. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping his back as he reached between us to finger my clit at the same hard, fast pace he was fucking me with. I panted, gasping, moaning as he pushed into me, my pussy full of his throbbing cock.

Matt's mouth was against my neck, sucking and nipping and, I'm sure, leaving a mark behind. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips wet as I felt him moan against my neck. I raised my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and we both moaned again as his cock penetrated even deeper into my pussy. He continued to ravish my clit, and deep inside my body, I could feel my orgasm building. I panted this information at Matt, who murmured something into my neck that I couldn't hear. It was no matter -- in seconds, my body felt like it was on fire as I came, my legs tightening around Matt's waist as my hips bucked uncontrollably. My back arched and I swear, if it had lasted a moment longer, I would have blacked out. It was only when I started to come down, slowly regaining feeling in my toes while a sense of exhausted pleasure waved over me, that I realised Matt was on the tail end of his own orgasm, his hot cum deep inside my spent pussy. I had a fleeting moment where I worried about that fact before it slipped from my mind -- mostly because Matt's mouth was against mine, kissing me hard.

We stayed that way for a long moment, just kissing as his cock slowly softened inside of me, his warm body held over mine. When he finally pulled away, I opened my eyes, not realising I had shut them, and watched as he rolled beside me on the bed. I wasn't sure what to do -- did he want me to leave? But it was only a momentary concern -- Matt looked at me as he pulled a blanket over him and spread his arms. "You're gonna stay all the way over there?" he asked. I moved to him, and he spread the blanket over the two of us before wrapping his arms around me.

"That was great," I sighed.

"Yeah," Matt said sleepily. "I've wanted that for awhile."

"Really?" I never would have guessed that. "Me too."

I could feel his lips press gently against the top of my head, and a few minutes later, he was snoring lightly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his body next to mine, knowing we would have a lot to figure out the next day, but not caring -- for the moment, I could just enjoy where I was, and who I was with.