Stiles woke up the next morning, wrinkling his face up in discomfort, as a whine left his lips feeling a crampy tense sensation down below. The teen glanced down at his lower half to find his cock standing up tall with the thin white bed sheet covering it, looking like a ghost, ready to scare its next victim as it twitched. If he wasn't already so turned on, Stiles would have found it humorous.

"Fuck." He said groggily, not completely awake yet as he removed the covers, revealing his hardened flesh to the air, watching as some precum dripped out.

Stiles leaned over as best as he could, and opened the top drawer of his nightstand grabbing his lube. He squeezed a good amount into his hand before gripping himself, letting his palm and fingers run all over his length, giving his hardness an even coating, and feeling his breathing pick up in the process. His balls were already rock hard, full of sperm, just ready to burst. He was so turned on and he hadn't even stroke himself yet.

Stiles knew he was not going to last long. It would only take a few strokes before he would come undone. He knew he should have handled his business last night after Derek left, but honestly, he felt mentally satisfied at that moment, just seeing the older man come undone under his mouth. It was thrilling, sexy even, to see the hot older man get all worked up, using him for his own selfish needs, shaking, gasping, cursing, buckling his hips wildly, and shoving his cock deep inside Stiles's mouth over, and over, and over again. The teen was so wrapped up in pleasing the man, that he completely forgot his own needs. Well, that, and he was fucking tired after interacting with Derek's work staff all night, trying to act like he belonged and was equally as successful.

Who knew trying to be something you're not could be so exhausting?

Stiles gripped his swollen cock firmly in his hand, licking his dry lips, his breathing already hitched as if his body knew the pleasure that was about to come, anticipating it, craving it, needing it. He was about to put his hand into motion when his eyes caught sight of his toy lying inside the drawer, begging for attention. A slow smirk spread to Stiles's face as a naughty thought came over him.

After adding some lube to his hole and his dildo, Stiles got into a sitting position on the bed, resting his weight on his knees, leaning a bit forward. One hand supported his weight on the bed with his palm against the mattress, the other, held the toy in his grip bringing it up to his needy hole.

Stiles groaned out and gripped the covers tightly with one hand, as he slid the dildo into his opening. Precum leaked from his twitching cock down to the bed.

"Oh god, I'm so close already." He whimpered, feeling his hole squeeze the toy in a tight hold.

Stiles quickly grabbed his cell phone and turned back towards the camera taking a picture. He took a couple and picked the best-looking one before sending it to an all-too-familiar number with a smirk on his face.

Once satisfied with his work the teen dropped his phone down on the bed and went to work on taking care of his growing problem. He laid down with his ass arched up and began shoving the toy in and out his hole, moaning into the mattress as he used his other hand to stroke himself.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes, four strokes.

"Ugh, I'm cumming!" He muffled into his bedsheets as his hips moved on their own accord, and he gripped the covers, feeling his cum soak into the sheets below him, and his ass twitch around the solid toy.

"Good morning, everyone. I think all of you veterans know why I called this meeting. And to those of you that are new here, buckle up for the ride." Derek said from his chair at the far end of the table.

The conference room was filled with brief laughter.

"Now, for those who don't know, I like to have staff meetings every month… Well, my partners like me to have meetings every month." He corrected, as another batch of chuckles could be heard.

"No, but seriously, I have staff meetings every month to make sure this business that I worked so hard to obtain is headed in the right direction, and that everyone is doing their job accordingly and up to date with any new rules/procedures going around, because let's be honest, there are a lot of regulations in the law firm business world."

Another round of snickers.

Derek got up from his seat, his suit jacket hanging off his chair, leaving him in his light blue dress shirt, black tie, and black pants.

"Okay, now let's get started, shall we? Miss Martin, could you please pass this out to everyone?" He voiced, holding out a pack of booklets for her to take.

"Yes, sir." She said getting up from her seat, which was next to his, and going around the room setting the packets down on the table in front of each staff member.

Derek walked around to the back of his big black chair and rested his hands on top of it as he began to speak once more. "Ok, Ladies and Gentlemen, now, what you have in front of you is a booklet of guidelines for working here, some are old and some are new. Read it, and get familiar with it. You need to know this booklet inside and out by month's end. There is nothing worse than an uneducated lawyer. If the clients ask questions we cannot answer, that is a problem. Who knows, I might even quiz you on it."

More chuckles.

Suddenly the sound of a phone dinging filled the air, alerting everyone.

"Folks, cell phones should be off when we are in a meeting," Derek ordered, eyeing around the room.

"Mr. Hale, I believe that was your phone," Lydia said as she returned to her seat.

"Oh, thank you. It must be important then. Umm, everyone, take a moment and scan over the booklet while I answer this." He voiced, taking his phone out of his pant pocket, and bringing it up to his face to view.

His eyes widened and his body tensed up at first glance. He saw a picture of a big naked ass with a toy in it pop up on his phone. He felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly placed the phone in his pants pocket.

"Excuse me, uh, I just have to use the bathroom. Lydia, can you take over for me and uh, go over the statistics with everyone?" Derek announced before heading out of the conference room.

"Absolutely, Mr. Hale." She said happily, getting up from her seat, heading over to the projector, and taking the clicker into her hand.

If there was one thing Lydia loved, it was having power and being able to boss people around. That was went she was truly in her element.

"Okay, Jordan, get the lights for me, and everyone please turn to page sixty-five in your booklets." She said proudly.

Derek burst through the doors of the fancy work bathroom, making sure no one was around before taking his phone back out and getting a better look at the picture that was sent to him.

He glanced down to see a naked picture of Stiles sitting on his knees with his back facing the camera. His big ample ass with a baby blue dildo deep inside was front in center, the teen was turned back toward the camera with a seductive look on his face, biting his finger playfully and sporting messy bed hair, his cock was leaking and quite red at the tip.

The message attached read: Daddy, do you want to come play with me?

"Fuck, that's hot," Derek said under his breath.

He could feel his cock twitch in his pants and he quickly entered one of the stalls and locked the door before unzipping his pants eagerly, wanting so badly to touch himself, he was just about to when he stopped himself short, realizing where he was, and groaned frustrated.

"What is this boy trying to do to me? I'm at work, damn it. I can't be jerking off in the bathroom.

I'm a professional." Derek argued with himself before exiting the bathroom stall and heading over to the sink area.

He washed his hands and then took some paper towels getting them wet, before dabbing his neck with the coolness of it, trying to calm his heated skin and impure thoughts.

"Maybe if I leave for lunch today, I can relieve myself. How much longer till lunch?" Derek voiced out in the empty bathroom, before looking down at his fancy watch and groaning.

"Shit, I have an hour. Maybe I can take an early lunch."

"As you see people, our numbers have fallen to 4% this quarter. We should be at 5%. So, what is the issue? Is it a lack of knowledge, lack of advertisement, or lack of manpower? We need to figure this out, and fix the issue now before our numbers fall another degree." Lydia lectured the staff just as Derek came back into the room.

"Thank you, Lydia. I'll take it from here." Derek said feeling a little on edge with arousal, trying not to let his impatience show.

"Certainly sir." She replied heading back to her seat.

"Okay, everyone, I think I'm going to end our meeting early today. Something has come up that I have to take care of and I trust you all know what you need to work on. Meeting dismissed." He announced, heading over to his chair, and grabbing his suit jacket off of it, putting it back on as the room cleared out of staff members.

"Derek, is everything okay?" Lydia asked somewhat concerned.

"Yes, uh, it's a private matter I must address now. I'm taking an early lunch today." He said before heading out of the room toward the elevators.

"Oh, Miss Martin, do me a favor and call the limo, let them know I need their services now."

"Right away, sir." She said just as the elevator doors closed around Derek, taking him down to the ground level.

Stiles felt relieved after getting off but he had to admit, using his dildo wasn't as fulfilling as Derek's cock. The warmth, the girth, the hardness, the twitching, the movement, everything. It just felt different. Maybe it wasn't Derek's dick at all, maybe it was him, having his body pressed up against the teen, his hot breath in his face, his lips, and his hands. Maybe he just missed being close to him. Whatever it was, Stiles missed it, his body missed it.

After cleaning himself up and placing his dirty sheets into the washer, Stiles glanced at his phone expecting to get a reply but there was nothing. He frowned at this but decided to let it go, figuring Derek was busy at work, and decided to head to his favorite coffee shop for a coffee and muffin.

The teen was midway through his blueberry muffin and coffee when suddenly his phone was bombarded with text.

He glanced down shocked to see they were all from Derek.

Derek: I'm at your door.

Derek: Where are you?!

Derek: Stiles, this isn't the time for games?!

Derek: Stiles, I'm seriously about to break your damn door!

Derek: Who fucking sends a sext and isn't even home?!

Stiles couldn't help but chuckle and smile at the text before him.

I guess I did leave an impression, he thought to himself before he started texting a reply.

Stiles: I'm glad to see my picture-taking skills weren't in vain. Lol.

Derek: Stiles, quit messing around. Where are you?!

Stiles: I'm at Muffin Brew, it's a Coffee shop two blocks from my apartment. I'm about to walk back.

Stiles finished up his drink and placed his scraps into a nearby trashcan, when his phone went off again causing him to glance down, and frown.

Derek: Don't bother.

"Shit, he must be upset." The teen voiced disappointed, slumping down in his chair.

A moment later there was a loud honking noise causing Stiles to glance out the window of his booth, only to see a black limo pull up.

His lips turned upward into a smile at the familiar vehicle.

"No way."

Another text went off.

Derek: I'm in the parking lot. Come now.

Stiles happily made his way out of the shop and towards the limo, as Jeffery the driver, opened the backseat for him.

"Hello, Jeff." He greeted him as if they were long-time friends.

The older man nodded somewhat amused before replying, "Mr. Stilinski."

The teen got inside the dark vehicle as the door shut behind him, noticing Mr. Hale sitting nearby with a stern look on his face and a hand palming his tented pants.

"You think it's funny teasing me?" He asked.

Stiles eyed the older man's growing problem and licked his lips hungrily.

"I thought you would enjoy the picture, and it looks like I was right." The teen said smirking.

"You think this is funny? I stumbled on my presentation, and was two steps away from jerking off in the work bathroom." Derek stressed.

"Aw, poor Daddy, let me take care of you." The teen said scooting over.

"Wait," Derek ordered, as he made a stop gesture with his hand, causing Stiles to halt all movements, confused.

He watched as the older man grabbed a remote nearby and rolled down the window separating the back of the limo from the driver.

"Jeffery, why don't you take a coffee break? Give us an hour."

"Yes sir, Mr. Hale. No problem." The driver announced, before heading out of the car, shutting the door behind him.

Derek quickly hit the button to roll the window back up and set the remote off to the side, before unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock out, spitting on it for lube.

"Now, Come here, and sit on me."

Stiles bit his lower lip intrigued, as he pushed his pants, underwear, and shoes down his legs and onto the ground of the limo, before reaching over and straddling the older man's waist.

The teen guided the man's big cock to his warm hole, and gripped Derek's shoulders tightly as moans escaped his lips, feeling the swollen cock slowly slide deep down inside him, until his ass was smushed up against Derek's tone thighs.

Derek gripped Stiles's bare ass, giving his cheeks a squeeze, and smashed his hot mouth on the teen's wanting more, needing more.

"Come on, Baby, ride me. Show Daddy how much you want my big cock."

"Fuck." The teen gasped, forgetting just how good it felt to have Derek talk dirty and feel his big cock in him.

Gasps and groans escape the pairs' mouths as Stiles began to move up and down on the older man's swollen cock. Up and down, up, and down.

The Limo started to creak and shake a bit with their movements.

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck panting away, before eventually muffling a strained moan against the older man's clothed chest, as he came all over his stomach and in the inside of his shirt.

Soon after, Derek let out a guttural moan and the teen felt his ass get filled up with a sticky substance, the liquid squirting hard and fast, making Stiles's sensitive insides feel good all over.

He let out harsh uneven breaths, shaking a bit, as the teen tried to calm himself down.

"Oh fuck." He breathed out, as his chest raised and fell quickly against the older man.

"Stiles?"

"Just give me a minute."

Derek let out a heavy sigh, before wrapping his arms around the teen's back to support him, as they breathed together.

"Stiles." Derek voiced as he rubbed soothing circles into his back.

"Hmmm?"

"I have to go back to work."

"No, I'm comfortable. Please, just a little longer?" The teen argued tiredly, enjoying the older man's hold on him.

"Fine, ten minutes."

Stiles sighed contentedly and snuggled up close, not caring that Derek's cock was still nestled deep up in his cheeks. A small smile lay on his lips as he drifted off to sleep.

"Stiles. Stiles!" Derek called out, shaking the teen.

"Wh...what?" He awoke, a bit startled, realizing he was still in Derek's embrace in the back of the limo.

"I really need to go now," Derek said sternly, glancing down at his watch.

"Oh shit. Sorry, dude. You're just really comfortable." Stiles said awkwardly, slowly moving off the older man's lap, letting Derek's cock slip out as some cum leaked from his ass.

"Here," Derek said, grabbing some cocktail napkins from the car mini bar, and handing them to the teen.

The older man used some on himself, cleaning his cock before zipping his pants back up.

Stiles used his own napkins and wiped his messy hole before getting dressed again.

"Umm, I'll see you around?" Stiles said unsure, as he started to open the door, seeing the driver's shadow leaning against the side, as if he had been waiting to let the teen out for some time.

Noticing the clicking noise, Jeffery quickly opened the door for the teen.

Stiles with his hands full of his shoes, walked out onto the sidewalk in only his socks.

"I'll text you," Derek replied, before the car door was shut once more.

Stiles gave a small wave as the limo took off down the road, and then looked back to realize he was standing in front of his apartment building.

"Wow, he brought me back home and I didn't even realize it." He said chuckling as he made his way inside the building.

"That was some nap. The fucking wasn't bad either." He voiced to himself as he walked up the stairs, his ass still throbbing as if Derek's cock was still stuffed inside, making itself at home.

In fact, He wouldn't be surprised if the next time they fucked, his ass had a welcome mat waiting for Derek's cock to return.

He snickered at the thought, as he sat his shoes down and worked on getting rid of his clothes, peeling his sticky shirt off and pulling his pants and underwear down along with his socks, before heading into the shower to clean himself off.