This was so wrong...

But not so wrong that she could bring herself to stop. 

Her breath hitched in her throat as a clawed hand covered in red fur slid over her dark skirt, up her hip and gripped tight. Its twin gripped her shoulder and pushed her harder into the desk until its corner dug into her flesh. Her toes curled in her boots when his nose nuzzled the gray fur between her neck and shoulder. 

She was such a slut. 

But was he any better? She tried focus her hazy eyes on him but it was hard especially when-ooh!- especially when his tongue was doing such delicious things to her neck. He wasn't any better and he knew it. Honestly, if you looked at it logically he was worse than she was. 

"Is..." she tried to speak but all that came out after the word was a particularly loud moan. She felt his mouth tilt upward and her eyes narrowed in response. Cocky asshole. She couldn't have him getting the upper hand on her.  Angling her leg, she raised her leg so it slid between his own. Her thigh pressed between his and ran back and forth against the bulge she'd found. His grip on her tightened and he groaned. The sound alone shot another wave of heat straight between her legs. God, his voice was sexy even when was talking about something mundane. Hearing him sound like this because of her... because of her. 

Gripping his shoulders, she spun him around so it was his back pressed harshly into the edge of the desk. She saw his golden eyes widen in surprise and a startled sound escaped him when he landed on the desk with her on top of him. She couldn't help the grin or the feral growl of triumph. God, throwing him off balance for once was such a turn on. However it didn't last long. The surprise on his face faded slowly into a lazy grin and his gold eyes slid over her form, lingering in one spot in particular. It was no secret the fox was a breast man. 

She sat up straight and arranged herself so she straddled his waist. The coyote tried not to fidget under his intense gaze but it was hard. She was a tad self-conscious and shy no matter how well she covered it up with sass sprinkled with a bit of snobbery. And she knew she wasn't exactly his type. He liked girls a bit more busty and though she wasn't exactly lacking in the boobage department, she still sometimes felt like others judged her. Damned stupid jerks from high school. 

Her inner nitpicking was interrupted when his hand slid up her waist, over her chest and squeezed one of her breasts. A gasp escaped her throat and she shivered as he thumbed her nipple through the fabric of her top. She fell forward when he pinched it, her claws digging into the wood on either side of his head. The scraping sound caught his attention. 

"Calm it down, Tobias is going to be pissed if we scratch up his desk."

You're fucking his fiancee and you're worried about his desk? But she kept that thought to herself. She really was a whore. Whatever, he had cheated first and she believed in equal give and take in relationships. This was more than fair. 

Pushing the thought out of her mind her hands went to his vest, and deftly pulled it off. The blue shirt was next to go and it barely hit the floor before she attacked his chest with her mouth. Her rough tongue sliding through the white fur of his chest. He groaned and shuddered beneath her, his hand tightening on her hip. His other hand left her breast and joined its twin to grab her other hip and he shoved her back so she straddled his pelvis. The hard bulge pressing into her heated core sent fire running through her veins and she ground her crotch onto his. He bucked his hips and she gasped as each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure to her sensitized flesh. One of his hands slid up her back and into her tangle of dark curls, yanking her head back almost painfully. She yelped at the rough treatment and it sent a new wave of desire racing through her. Gold eyes fixed her with a stare and the smirk on his mouth widened as he sniffed the air delicately. She knew he could smell her arousal and she felt his cock twitch against her lace clad crotch. It didn't embarrass her that he could smell her. That was how they ended up in this position in the first place. 

"Take that off," he tugged at her black tee shirt.

She stretched her arms out, still bent over him and he pulled the garment off for her. It slid off easily until it got stuck around her head. He tugged but couldn't get it off until he got frustrated and just ripped it with his claws. She cried out in annoyance and a growl trickled from her throat. 

"Dude, you're so buying me a new one and now what am I going to-EEP!"

He used her outrage as a distraction and deftly flipped them over so she was on her back again. He got to his knees on the desk hoisted her up so her legs hung on either side of him, her crotch pressed to his. God, she wanted these fucking pants off! Looking at him like this, looming over her, especially with his formidable height left her shaking and her nipples tightening in a way that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. Lifting up, she undid the clasp of her bra and pulled it off to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He leaned his head forward just as she grasped the back of his neck to guide him to her exposed chest and both groaned when he took one of her breasts into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the dark nipple before pulling it into his mouth. His hand rose up to toy with the other and his hips began thrusting into hers. Both moaned at the friction and she felt the wetness pool between her legs, soaking her undies. At this rate the shirt wasn't going to be the only piece of ruined clothing after this night. 

Tilting her head down she took a red furry eartip into her mouth and nipped. A low, shuddering moan assaulted her ears in response. He clutched her hard and ravished her breasts, going back and forth between them. One of his hands released her and moved to slide up her long skirt, bypassing her underwear. A keening wail escaped her as his fingers found her clit and began teasing it. He pulled back and watched her through heavy lidded saffron eyes. Her own green eyes slid shut and her head tilted back in a sigh which ended in a moan when one of his fingers, those long, tapered fingers that she often fantasized about, slid knuckle deep into her hot channel. He added another and then a third. When she thought she could take no more, his fingers began thrusting, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. 

He tugged her black skirt off, leaving her in only her underwear and her boots. She writhed on the desk, feeling deliciously wanton. It was like a bad porno movie. Her fucking another man in her cheating fiance's office in nothing but a pair of slut boots. A giggle left her at the thought. She opened her eyes and watched as his hands trailed over her striped thigh, claws hooking into the waistband of her underwear and slid them over her legs, leaving her bare except for her boots. Her own claws dug into the desk and she shivered in anticipation, waiting for him to do something. However he just sat back and let his eyes rove over her form. She got agitated and a growl trickled from her mouth. He just rose his brows at her, his smirk growing wider until he fully grinned, fangs glinting in the light. 

"Is something wrong, Frae?"  his voice was full of unholy mirth. 

"Do something, damn it!" she growled and he just smiled wider. 

"You're not asking very nicely." His hand lightly stroked her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she wanted his fingers again. Or something else. 

Her eyes narrowed at his words and she reached for his wrist but he intercepted her and caught both of her wrists in his hands, slamming them down next to her head and pinning her there. A shiver ran through her, loving his rough treatment of her but would never admit it. She struggled against his iron grip but he wouldn't budge. 

"Ask me nicely," he scolded lightly.

Her eyes widened at that. "What the fuck do you mean!?"

"That's not nicely," he bent down and ran his tongue over her collarbone, earning a small moan from her. His tongue trailed up her and to one of her pointy ears. Fighting against his grip, her breath caught in her throat when he traced her ear with his tongue. That always did her in! His warm breath blew over the sensitive shell of her ear and her legs tightened around his waist, driving her core into his pelvis. He groaned at the contact but then moved so he was not between her legs, only hovering over her and no longer touching her. A whimper of frustration left her at the loss of contact and fought not to give in.  She was naturally a fighter and naturally stubborn so she wasn't giving in this easily. He'd have to up his game if he wanted her to give in. 

His tongue dipped into her ear and she groaned and he suddenly yanked her up into a sitting position by her wrists. Then without warning he slammed her, hard, back onto the desk. She squealed, a thrill going through and shivered when he growled into her ear. "Ask me nicely," his voice hard as stone and he punctuated the demand by biting her ear.

Her resolve crumpled then. Keening, she arched into him. "Please, Colin..?" When the hell did this idiot get so damned sexy!?

Pulling back he smirked in triumph and without releasing her he slid down her body, trailing a path with his mouth. He kissed and licked a slow line from the white diamond shape in the center of her throat, over her breasts, across  her sides. His cold nose trailed past her navel and he paused. She lifted her head and shivered when she found him staring at her. With a slow smile he moved further down.

A long, low moan filled the dim office as his tongue slid into her damp folds. She tilted her hips up to give him better access. He went at her slowly at first, then faster, switching from light flicks to long licks. She twisted and writhed as heat and pressure built in her lower abdomen. The scent of her arousal was heavy in the room and the only sounds were her moans as well as his tongue working her over thoroughly. His tongue slid inside and she screamed, her tawny thighs clamping about his head. God, his mouth was so good! And him restraining her made her so hot. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick auburn hair and fur but she couldn't get her hands loose so she dug her claws into her palms, drawing blood but not caring. Her fangs bared in a feral growl and her back arched. That growl turned into a squeal when his tongue found her clit and attacked it, giving no quarter, moving as skillfully as his hands whenever he drew something. She was so close. So close. 

"Frae" he pulled back and she looked down at him in outrage. Why was he stopping!? "Frae," he repeated again, his voice low, all smoke and thunder, "Come for me." His hands gripped her wrists even tighter and lowered his face back down. "NOW."

God damn, his voice! He picked the perfect moment to speak. That coil building inside her finally snapped and she screamed. His tongue went back to work on her and she spasmed violently on the desk. He released one of her wrists and slid two fingers inside her. 

"That's right, Frae," his voice dropped to it lowest pitch and was suddenly right in her ear, "Scream for me."

And scream she did, the sounds from her throat sounding like murder. Her hair was a mess and her fur was damp with sweat but a fuck she did not give. Not when he made her feel so damned good. The tremors died down slowly and the scream ended on a moan and she dropped to the desk. 

His weight atop her shifted and she opened her eyes to find him smiling lazily at her. That damned mutt looked far too pleased with himself. That needed to be rectified. 

Grabbing him by the forearms, the coyote pushed herself up and spun him around, slamming him on the desk for the second time that night. She straddled him and attacked his neck and ears with kisses and slow licks. He shivered and she bit down into his neck. His body arched into her and he groaned, his hands sliding up her torso and cupping her breasts. The thumbs circling her nipples were distracting and-oh my- and so was the tongue circling her ear and she let it happen for a bit. Sighing, she dropped her head  and arms, one of her hands grazing the soft carpet. 

After a moment or two of enjoying this treatment she moved down his body, tracing her tongue down his chest. She felt the telltale bulge in his pants pressing against her breasts as she nipped his stomach. She always liked a discovery game and this was particularly fun. Like discovering that when she licked the white patch on his oblique his stomach would jerk or when she ran her claws down the backs of his thighs he would shiver. 

A little the way Tobias would whenever they screwed, though he's not as inventive in bed. She pushed the comparison aside. He didn't matter now. What did matter on the other hand...

She moved quickly and smirked in smug satisfaction as his eyes widened. He tugged his wrists but couldn't move them. They had been deftly tied to the legs of the desk with the shredded remains of her shirt. 

Tugging futilely, the fox looked at her with a mix of amusement, outrage and a touch of fear. It was a heady sensation knowing she put that look on his face, that she got one over on him. 

"Really?" he asked incredulously. 

Giving him he best innocent smile, she slid down his body, hooking her claws into the waistband of his pants and tugging them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, bobbing gently and she couldn't help but raise her brows at the sight. Turns out it wasn't just his height that was formidable. Her body clenched in anticipation at the thought of having that buried between her thighs. 

Reaching down, she traced a finger over the tip, her smirk growing wider as his hips arched off the desk. Her fingers closed around it and began to stroke up and down, slowly at first. A low groan caught her ears and she sped up, keeping in time with his rising pants. She glanced up at him and felt her nipples tighten even more at the sight. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. Seeing him this out of control, he'd never looked hotter. She felt she could keep doing this, only this, forever as long as it kept him in this state. Then, just like that she stopped. 

His eyes snapped open and narrowed at the sight of her smug smirk. "Frae..."

"Ask me nicely..." she said sweetly. 

Sighing, he conceded. "Please, Frae..."

She reached back toward his straining length then pulled back just as he fingers nearly brushed the tip. She then leaned forward so she was nose to nose with the fox. 

"Beg for me, Colin."

Gold eyes widened in outrage and the look on his face screamed "Bitch, I don't beg!" However just when the words nearly left his mouth, she leaned forward and began attacking his neck with soft licks while trailing only the tip of one finger beneath the rim of the tip. Slithering down his body, she enclosed his cock between her ample tits and moved them back and forth before removing herself from him. She hovered over him so her face was inches away from his dick, her warm breath coating it but her mouth not touching it. Her green eyes rose to his and she saw the 'fuck my life' expression on his face as he tried not to give in. But, there was only so much will power a male had when a beautiful female was breathing on his dick. And his limit had been reached. 

Putting on his best begging pup expression, he lowered his voice to that pitch she loved. "Please, Frae..." he practically purred. The sound alone made her body clench. 

Giving in, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth. His low groan assaulted her ears just as the salty taste of his precum hit her tongue. Her tongue swirled around the head a few times, causing him to jerk then she lowered herself until the tip hit the back of her throat. She fought her gag reflex and held herself there, breathing through her nose. His breath hitched when her tongue rippled along his length and he bucked off the desk, nearly choking her. She pulled back, gasping for air, then lowered herself back down. Her head bobbed up and down and at hearing his groan, she chuckled in female triumph, loving the way he twitched in her mouth from the added vibration. Hurricaning her tongue around the head, she gripped the base with one hand and fondled the sac of his balls with the other. The fox's body strained and loud groans and hisses hit her ears which turned into a gasp when she trailed her tongue down his length and circled his balls a few times.

"Holy...fuck!" he groaned, "God, Frae..." 

Chortling with glee on the inside, the coyote moved back up, her tongue tracing along the vein, her hair spilled into her face and she peeked at him through the curtain of it. The sight of him bound, twisting and writhing nearly did her in. Fuck it. She had to have him. Now. 

She moved back up his body and straddled him so the head of his cock was at her opening and she impaled herself on him with one thrust. Both moaned as he slid into her and she gripped onto his shoulder, thrusting her hips. He bucked into her and she gasped as each thrust caused him to hit her cervix. She rode him harder, clenching her inner muscles around him and his eyes rolled back. 

Leaning forward, she sliced his bindings with her claws. The second he was loose, her world flipped and she was on her back with him setting her ankles on his shoulders. He grabbed her wrists and slammed them down by her head, pounding into her. Colin's teeth buried themselves in her shoulder and the combination of pleasure and pain made her come right then.

She felt him slide out of her, and his arms slid around her. The next thing she knew he was seated in the office chair while she straddled him. His claws dug into her hips as he pushed her down on his cock. A shuddering moan left her as he slid into her sensitized flesh. She had just begun to find a rhythm when he grabbed her as a thrust up, groaning as she cried out. As gratifying as it was to be fucking Colin in his office chair, she couldn't really get enough of him in this position. Apparently he came to the same conclusion because he eased her off his lap then roughly bent her over the desk. 

Her face pressed roughly into the wood and gripped her wrists, holding onto them like handlebars as he  fucked her from behind. She tried to lift her head but he shoved it back down. "Stay down" he growled and picked up his pace. His tongue ran up her spine and his hands slithered around to cup her tits, pinching the nipples, all the while she felt the rhythm of his constant thrust.

Holy fuck! Tobias was never this good!

Her hair was yanked, ass slapped and the thorough pounding he gave her made her see stars. She wanted to lift her head, watch him use her but every time she tried he shoved her head back down. This was her punishment for tying him up she realized. Denying her the pleasure of watching. What a bastard...

Damn, he was so fucking hot right now. 

He hit her G-spot with a particularly hard thrust and she screamed as a second orgasm ripped through her. His grip tightened on her ass and hair and his thrust picked up speed. His groans picked up in volume and ended in a grunt mixed with a hiss. There was a hard tug on her hair, she was wrenched around and the next thing she knew was a bitter, salty explosion on her tongue. 

He just came in her mouth. No asking for permission. Just yanked her around did it.

She really didn't mind.

Tobias was never this much fun...

A half hour later she was skipping into her apartment, humming with post-coital glee. He had even been nice enough to give her his vest to wear home since he'd ruined her shirt. What a sweetheart. One minute he was a snarky bastard, then a commanding sex tornado then a complete gentleman... it was weird. 

She was slightly afraid her fiance would be home and braced herself for an attack. The place was dim and there was no sign of him. Slight panic kicked in and she quickly removed Colin's vest. Shit, she was coated in his scent. Shower. She needed a shower. Like now! 

Stripping, she made a dash for the bathroom. Her soaked undies had just hit the tiled floor when she saw the sticky note one the mirror and snatched it down.

Hey babe, I'll be home really late. Working late in the office with Colin.

The last vestiges of guilt disappeared like candy a brat's birthday party. But damn it, she wanted moral high ground to tower over him with. Well, if she couldn't have that, she could always have the joy of one-upmanship. Nothing like getting back at you're cheating douche bag fiance by fucking his right-hand man and best friend.

Sneering, she balled up the note. "Uh... no, fuckwad. I was working Colin late in the office."

She was so skipping that shower.