The Ache

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All I was able to do was think about the next time I would get to see him. Preoccupation with the previous evening to a point where my coworker, Ethan, noticed something was up.

"Hey Autumn, you have work to do. I'm not going to be the one picking up your slack, so get to it."

Jumping at the sudden interruption to my daydreaming, "Sorry, I promise I'll get it done. It's just one of those days I could have slept in, is all."

"Happens to the best of us. By the way, for the Christmas party next week, you were penciled in as bringing dessert." He tapped my desk with his folder sharply, and made a smug face while walking away.

A huge sigh escaped my mouth as my mood instantly took a dip. Didn't sign up for dessert, didn't even say I was willing to come to the party. Someone in the office apparently let them know dessert is my specialty. One more commitment I'm really not ready to make.

The clock in the office is so loud. It is placed on the wall 20 feet from my assigned spot, and yet I hear the ticking on the in between moments where there are no thoughts in my head, AND in the moments I'm concentrating so hard the stress is felt bubbling up inside my head until I feel like screaming.

Only one more hour, 3600 more clicks of the clock, of avoiding the feelings I've been trying unsuccessfully to ignore all day, in order to get a job done that I've never wanted to do less than right now. A flashback clear as day in my mind from the scene of the night before, and I can feel her twitch. Then the ache.

It's something I could never even explain to my "since first grade best friend", and at times feel like an outlier in a world full of prudes. I imagine this feeling to be a girls equivalent of what blue balls must be to a male. A literal ache that doesn't stop until the carnal desires casting images in my head have come to fruition, aka, until I get mine.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, rubbing against it in a way that I hope calms the needs my body is swearing it has right now, but don't know how its capable of feeling like this in this dreadful environment.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

Working in this office for a couple years now, I can truthfully say that none of my coworkers have ever garnered any interest from me outside of work. I come to work to do a job and go home. That's just how this job and everyone in it appealed to me-or didn't appeal to me, may be more accurate. There is typical office banter, and I do take part in it, but to me it is all part of the job. Once I go home, I know none of those people, they don't exist once I go home.

"Time for you to go home and relax. It's the weekend, yeah?"

Except, for one.

He is very thin, but with defined, muscular arms and dark olive colored skin. He has big, brown, beautiful eyes, pronounced cheek bones and straight black hair long enough he can put it in a man-bun. The second I met him and locked eyes with him, I knew he had something I needed, and haven't been given a chance to forget it. From the day I met him until now, he's been around the office. New hire. His name is Micah.

"Yes, it is that hour, definitely going to start the weekend off with a drink."

"What are you having?" Why is this guy even talking to me? When you imagine the epitome of beauty in the male body, I can't think of a better example.

Tick Tick tick tick.

"The same thing I always have I guess, whiskey and coke." I immediately felt like this was a bad response. Sort of pathetic and limp. But he didn't seem to mind.

"Good choice, it's my favorite, too. Hear you are bringing dessert to the party next week, can't wait to try it. Enjoy your weekend, see you Monday."

"You, too."

I spent my weekend shopping and preparing dessert for the Christmas party on Tuesday, but still couldn't think of anything else besides Micah. Truthfully, maybe it was just what he could do for me. Took a few too many showers trying to deal with the ache, too. The showers just weren't cutting it.

Monday came and went, a typical day at work. I saw Micah at the end of the day, and said I'd see him at the party. "I can't wait" he said.

It's just an office party, I thought, wishing he'd just come back over and we could have another night like that first one. Just no thought, no strings, carnal fucking. Was starting to think it may not happen again, as I hadn't received a text or an invitation to "hang out" since. Reasoning with my thoughts, I said to myself, 'That's okay, that night was good enough I'm glad it happened anyway, even if it doesn't happen again.'

Tuesday, coming into the office that a small crew spent the night and morning decorating for Christmas, complete with an air up Santa, an 8' Christmas tree surrounded with the gift exchange presents everyone in the office brought, and several 8 ft tables covered in festive tablecloths and food; I was glad I decided to show up.

As gift festivities wrapped up, and everyone who came to gossip or catch up had nothing more to talk about decided to get food, I decided to approach Micah while he was looking at the food options.

"Merry Christmas, Micah. I've been waiting all night to give this to you." I handed him a piece of my toffee apple cake on a dessert plate.

Micah raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face, "Oh really, what else have you been waiting to give me, Autumn?"

"Meet me under the dessert table and find out." He knew I wasn't playing around, but looked shocked.

"You serious? The dessert table? That might be the wrong table for proximal population."

"You're right, how about the salad table? I'll just act like I dropped something, get under there and after a few minutes you do the same. No one is paying attention anyway." I gave a little smile and walked away from him, half expecting to get under the table and get left there like a dumbass.

Dropping a fork off the table "accidentally", I crawled under when I was sure no one was really looking. Waited for probably 10 minutes, when I saw Micah get under the table from the other side. He looked please with himself.

"I can't wait to taste you" he said as a slight mischievous smile cracked his face and he crawled toward me. "That cake was absolutely delicious by the way, definitely worth possibly getting fired for."

"What do you mean, getting fired for?"

Micah reaches out and pulls me toward him. I can see the desire in his eyes matches my own. We are hidden from the view of our colleagues who are oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath them. The tablecloth billows softly, providing a makeshift tent that conceals our activities.

His hands are all over me already. This is what I needed, my eager response definitely conveys this to Micah. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull him closer and feel the bulge in his pants touch my clit right through our clothing. I accidentally let out a soft moan, which Micah quickly silences with a passionate kiss.

His hands move lower, hiking up my dress as he goes. He finds my panties and hooks his fingers into them, pulling them down slowly. Lifting my hips to help him, my breath coming in short, excited gasps. I can hear our coworkers around us, chatting, forks clinging against plates, and Christmas music. But for once, do not hear that clock.

Micah stuffs my underwear in his pocket, and puts his hand between my legs.

"You are so wet" he says, feeling my lips so slick and swollen with arousal. He starts to rub me gently, his fingers circling my clit, making me squirm and struggle to stifle moans. He lifts his finger to his mouth and licks them both off, one at a time.

"Definitely worth getting fired for" he says softly right next to my ear. I reach out to unbuckle his belt, hands shaking with anticipation. Unzipping his pants clumsily I pull out his cock, already hard and throbbing. Starting to stroke him, my hand moving up and down his shaft, feeling the velvet soft skin over the hard erection beneath. Micah groans softly, his mouth falling open as he enjoys the sensation. He doesn't want to come like this.

"I want to be inside you" he whispers to me as positions himself between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance. Looking into my eyes, almost asking for permission, as I eagerly nod "yes." He enters slowly, inch by inch, feeling the tight, wet heat envelop him. We both let out soft moans, our breath mingling as we kiss deeply. Once Micah was fully sheathed inside of me, he starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine as he fucks me under the table despite the business around us. The salad bowls and utensils rattle softly above us, gentle cover for the sound of our bodies coming together.

I wrap my legs around Micah's waist, pulling him deeper into me.

"You feel so good" He softly moans in my ear as I control the urge to cum already. His pace quickens, our bodies moving together in a frenzied dance. The risk of being caught causing nervousness but adding to the excitement, our hearts pounding.

"I'm going to cum"

"Me too, my god" I hardly manage to gasp out.

I start to move my hips in a circular motion, grinding against him as he thrusts. This new angle sends waves of pleasure through us both, and I can feel our orgasms building in tandem. With a final, powerful thrust, Micah comes, his cock pulsing as he releases deep inside me. Immediately after, my body convulses as I cry out softly, Micah's hand covering my mouth to ensure our silence, my nails digging into his back as I enjoy the clenching waves of the orgasm I had been chasing for days.

We stay like this for a moment, bodies entangled, breathing slowly returning to normal. Above us, the party continues, none the wiser to the lusty quickie that just took place beneath the salad table, in the office where they worked.

"Now how are we going to get out of here?" I say as I smile, happy to again have Micah's softening cock resting inside of me.

"We could just stay here, go again in little while?" Micah replied, then kissed me softly as if letting me know he wasn't going anywhere if I wasn't.

The workplace has gotten a lot more exciting since the Christmas party, and I still have not heard that clock not once.