Overtime Temptation

Taylor hunched over the laptop in Marcus's sleek home office, fingers flying across the keys to wrap up the client's website overhaul. The trans man had stayed late, promising to finish the job on-site, when the front door clicked open. Marcus strode in, loosening his tie, his eyes lighting on Taylor with a smirk. "Burning the midnight oil in my house? Bold move, or just desperate for my approval?" Taylor glanced up, grin sharp. "Approval? Please, your code was a mess—I’m the one saving your ass here."

Marcus chuckled, stepping closer, the air thickening with unspoken heat. "Saving my ass? Sounds like you’re angling to claim it. Or maybe you’re just horny from staring at my files all day." Taylor leaned back, voice laced with wit. "Horny? Only if your ‘files’ include something worth riding. You look like you could use a real workout after that suit-and-tie grind." Their banter crackled, tension building as Marcus's gaze dropped to Taylor's parted lips.

The client closed the distance, pulling Taylor into a fierce kiss that turned hungry fast. Clothes shed in a rush, Marcus's hard cock springing free as Taylor dropped to give a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling while muttering, "Not bad, but let's see if you can handle my pace." Marcus groaned, hands in Taylor's hair, the room filling with panting breaths and the wet sounds of the act.

Taylor stood, strong and unyielding, guiding Marcus to the couch. "My pussy's dripping for this—don't hold back." Marcus thrust in deep, filling Taylor's wet pussy with hard strokes that made them both sweat and pant. "Fuck, you're tight and perfect," Marcus growled. Taylor rode him assertively, witty retorts flying: "Tighter than your deadlines, big shot."

Switching positions, Marcus claimed Taylor's ass next, slick and eager, pounding until they both came hard, cum spilling as bodies trembled. "That was just the living room warm-up," Taylor panted with a sly smile, already eyeing the hallway. "Think you can keep up through the rest of the house?"

Marcus grinned, pulling Taylor close. "Challenge accepted—next stop, the kitchen."

Taylor's eyes gleamed with promise as they stood, bodies still slick.