Fun at work

Quinn's POV

I know that the past few weeks have been stressing you out at your internship, what with your officemate not picking up her slack of the work and your new boss being a major prick. But you've wanted this internship so badly, and it can help you get the job you want after college, so you've been sucking it up, which I find so grownup on you. And so very much attractive, especially when you're not threatening to go all Lima Heights on someone's ass. Though, that's pretty damn hot too. But I digress. So, to reward you for your behavior, and because you rocking out those business suits is a huge fucking turn on – I mean, you should see how delicious your firm ass looks in those pencil skirts! – I've decided to surprise you today while you're at work; maybe bringing something different to eat, and some different company, while at work might help you release some of that tension.

So I wait until your Friday's lunch break since I know your officemate won't be there because you two alternate on Fridays for who shows up. As I wait for you to come back from a meeting, I set up everything that I had brought to make a little picnic of sorts in the room. When I hear your heels clicking down the hall, I hurry up and sit in your leather chair, making sure that I'm facing towards you when you open it.

And when you do, you smile your little lopsided grin and walk in to give me a kiss and ask why I'm there. I give you the chair and point to the spread of food I had brought. "I figured you needed a little pick me up."

"Thanks Q. This sure as hell beats the lunch I packed for myself," you reply. God, how I love your sultry voice. Even you talking about the you lunch you packed turns me on.

While you turn and stand to get some of the food, I quietly lock the door, and then clear my throat. When you turn around, I untie the trench coat I had been wearing to reveal that I have nothing on underneath. You look at me, eyes full of lust and question. I whisper slowly, "Would you like to have your dessert first, San?"

Your moan of an answer is all I need to drop my coat and make the three quick strides to you, to push you until your ass hits your desk and papers go flying. I've been dying to help you christen the office, and just the thought of it has made me wet already, so I take one of your hands down to my pussy so you can feel the wetness, to which I then bring your fingers back to my lips and suck them clean. This causes you to writhe on the desk, whining for a turn. A turn to taste me or a turn to be taste, I don't care. For today I'm going to fuck you how I want in your office. Santana Lopez, you are mine for the taking.

I guide one of your hands to my breasts, the other back to my pussy. I let you do what you want with both - for now. I then grab your collar, slide my fingers slowly down your neck through the trail of buttons until I reach the middle. I pause and then rip it open, causing not only you to gasp at my continued dominance, but for the buttons on your shirt to go scattering across the room. That's right baby. I know that even with your Snixx side, you hunger to be dominated. I place my fingers over your panties, press and feel your wetness soak through. I get up to straddle you and then I slide your panties to the side, dragging my fingers up your slit to your clit, causing you to gasp and bite my ear.

I grind my pussy on your thigh as I start to pick up the pace on fingering your pussy. I love the gasps you make as I do so, which causes me to grind on and fuck you harder. I get off your lap, bend down and then replace my fingers with my lips and tongue, causing you to grab my hair and pull me in closer, grinding my face in the process. Soon, you're screaming my name, cumming on my lips. The sheer hotness of you cumming causes me to follow soon after, with a little help of rubbing on my clit. I'm pretty sure your co-workers head the shouts of "Q!" coming from your office, but I don't give a fuck right now.

I slowly stand up, trailing kisses on your open skin, until I reach your lips. I press mine to yours, letting you taste your juices on my lips, which you suck on hungrily, causing me to sigh with want. I then whisper in your ear, smirking as I ask "How was your dessert, San?"

You grasp my hips and pull me closer, nipping at my collarbone and then soothing the mark with your tongue, not saying anything. Instead, one of your hands trail down to my pussy and slides inside, with which you wickedly say "It's time for my lunch now, babe".