Multitasking

There was a heaviness to the air, broken only by the sound of Karina’s hips slapping your ass as she shoved you against the mattress. Every thrust of her cock went deeper in your clenching cunt, and with your bodies all slick with sweat pooling at the small of your back, there was nowhere for you to go but under her. You were making noise, too–raw, guttural moans that seemed to match the wet schlick of her shaft working its way into your soaked core. She had her fingers in your hips, hard enough to leave crescent moons on your flushed skin.

And then the phone went off. A shrill, mechanical thing that cut right through your haze.

“Fuck that noise, are you really going to answer that?” Karina snarled, her teeth raking your shoulder blade as her pace turned punishing. You whimpered, caught between the jarring ring and the molten heat in your belly. It died down for three ragged breaths before it started up again.

Your hand was trembling as you reached for it. Karina didn’t let up, pounding you with brutal strokes, her cockhead grinding on your spot while your cunt pulsed and left its mark on the sheets. The caller ID lit up: BOSS. A chill ran through you.

“I-It’s my boss,” you managed, voice thin. “I have to… nngh… answer.”

She gave you a smirk like a knife to the throat. “Answer then. Let him hear how well you work.” Her tongue made a hot line up your neck as she pistoned into you. You hit accept with shaking thighs, your voice cracking on a gasp. “Y-Yes, sir-r?”

Karina’s hands were on your torso now, pinching your nipples, murmuring filth in your ear as you arched away with a broken sound. “Tell him you’re dripping around my cock. Tell him how your greedy cunt is sucking me in.” Your hips moved of their own accord, meeting her thrusts. “I’ve b-been… w-working on it-t,” you stammered, the words turning to a whine as her thumb worked rough circles on your clit.

“Full… attention,” you sobbed, tears in your eyes. It was too much–your boss droning on and on, Karina’s cock splitting you open, her thumb at your swollen clit. Your body wouldn’t hold still, muscles quivering, your inner walls tight and fluttering. “Ngh—God—fuck, I-I’m coming—!”

Then you broke. Your back arched and a scream tore out of you as your cunt convulsed. Karina could feel you milking her in frantic pulses, your hot juice gushing around her. “That’s it baby, ruin his call,” she hissed, driving into you to drag out the climax. Your boss was sputtering, “Y/n, are you listening?!” when the line finally went dead.

Only then did Karina groan, her hips stuttering as she buried herself to the hilt. You felt her cum paint your insides, thick and warm, spilling over down your thighs.

For a moment there was nothing but heavy breathing and the smell of sex and sweat. Karina collapsed beside you, a sticky tangle of limbs, her cum still oozing from your used cunt. You let out a shaky laugh. “He definitely… heard that last part.”

Karina put a finger to her lips after running it through the mess on your thigh. “You came so hard your voice broke,” she said with a tender sort of victory, kissing your temple. “My perfectly beautiful mess.”

You gave her shoulder a weak swat and put your cheek to the thud of her heart. “Next time, give me some warning before you try to get me fired.”

“Where’s the fun in that baby?” she laughed, her hand coming to rest on the bruises she’d put on your hip. “Besides, you loved it.” And you couldn’t argue with that—the surrender of it, the loss of control, it was still humming under your skin. You kissed her, all sweet and sin, and let the aftershocks run their course.