Overtime Temptation

Taylor had stayed late at the client's sprawling suburban home, determined to finish the custom shelving install before calling it a night. The place was quiet except for the hum of his drill until the front door clicked open. Jordan, the homeowner, stepped in still in his work shirt, tie loosened, and raised an eyebrow at the half-finished project. "Didn't expect you to still be here, Taylor. Most contractors bail at five." Taylor wiped sweat from his brow, flashing a sharp grin. "Your measurements were a mess. Figured I'd save you from crooked shelves and charge you extra for the trouble." Jordan chuckled, dropping his keys. "Bold. Most people don't mouth off in my house." "Most people haven't seen your house at midnight," Taylor shot back, voice low and teasing. "You look like you could use some... stress relief after that long day." The air thickened as Jordan stepped closer, eyes raking over Taylor's lean frame. "You offering to help with that?" Taylor's pulse quickened, his body already responding. "Depends. You got the stamina to keep up, or are you all talk?" Jordan's hand brushed Taylor's hip. "Let's find out." They crashed together in the living room, clothes hitting the floor in a rush of horny urgency. Taylor shoved Jordan onto the couch, straddling him with a wicked laugh. "Condoms in my bag—don't make me wait." Jordan rolled one on his hard cock, then thrust up as Taylor sank down, his wet pussy stretching around the thick length. "Fuck, you're tight," Jordan groaned, gripping Taylor's ass. Taylor rode him hard, panting, "And you're not half bad—keep going, or I'll finish without you." They switched positions, Jordan bending Taylor over the armrest to pound into his dripping pussy from behind, then sliding lower to tease his ass with slick fingers before pushing in. Sweat slicked their skin as Taylor came first, clenching and cursing, "Yes—fill me, damn it." Jordan followed with a grunt, pumping cum deep. They barely caught their breath before Taylor pulled him toward the hallway. "Kitchen next? This house has potential." Jordan's eyes gleamed. "You're insatiable." Taylor winked, already hard again. "Only if you can handle it."