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Skylight - [CEO!George]

A/N: for MartinaT22

TAGLIST: onebeelover Francesca697525 landon0rris MariPecs10 Judy_Taurus

WORDCOUNT: 966

SYNOPSIS: You had to behave all day while George was in his most CEO role during the opening of the new build office skyscraper, and you decide to take matters in your own hands.

WARNINGS: nsfw (unprotected sex, public sex if you squint)

"Shit, babe, we can't do this here," George muttered against your lips, which you ignored as you kept on kissing him, his back slamming against the wall in the elevator. His hands made no effort to lift off your lips, nevertheless, both of you were eager when his tongue invaded your mouth. He looked absolutely delicious in his tailored suit, and he had been guiding important people through the new building of his company all day already, explaining things, looking professional, kind, experienced. In the evening, all the colleagues arrived, as the building was opened in a festive way. "We can't leave either," you complained eventually, feeling his arms curling around your waist. "And I need you so bad..." George kissed your cheek, swallowing hard as he felt himself throbbing against the zipper of his slacks. The doors of the elevator opened, his office was just around the corner. You stumbled towards it, the walls made of glass rushing the adrenaline into your veins at the thought that anyone could see you and George in there.

The night lights lit up his office enough, no need to switch on anything else. You pushed him back onto the sofa in front of the windows, and the moment his palms landed on your waist, drifted down to your back and rode up the material of your pretty dress, you couldn't care less who saw you. You let your hips roll down on his, your fingers weaving into his hair, tugging on the roots. The low grunts he let out shot straight to your core, and you hummed back against his mouth. Your fingertips wandered down his abdomen, feeling the buttons of his shirt, but you left them there. In a rush, his belt was unbuckled, and you sunk onto your knees between his. "You're unbelievable," George grunted, his abdomen contracting at the moment you took his cock through the hole in his slacks. Your mouth watered at the sight of his erection, the tip slightly leaking pre-cum already. In the night lights of the surrounding skyscrapers, he looked amazing, especially when his head tilted back as your palm wrapped around him, starting a firm pace with stroking him up and down.

You squeezed the tip slightly, then licking a bold stripe up his shaft. George twitched in response, the sweet feeling relaxing his posture. You loved seeing him like this, and you kept your eyes fixated on him while taking more of his length into your mouth. His eyebrows furrowed together, moaning lowly when your tongue swirled over the crown of his cock. You whimpered at the heavy feeling of him on your tongue, gliding easily to the back of your throat. George looked down at you, watching your pretty lips stretch around his girth, and he couldn't stop the sounds from spilling out of his mouth when you sucked your cheeks in and slid your mouth to the base of shaft as far as you could. Your tongue pressed against the thick vein on the underside of his cock. George pulled your hair into a ponytail, keeping your hair out of your face. Your movements quickened, your hand aiding your mouth while you kept swirling your tongue over the sensitive spots that made him buck his hips upwards.

"F-fuck, I don't want to cum in your mouth," George said, pulling your lips away from him with a low moan. You got up again, moving to straddle him. There was no effort done to undress both of you further, and he simply bunched your dress up to your waist. He pulled your panties aside, grunting at how wet you were from just sucking him off. London lit up around you, curious, late night workers in other buildings would be able to see you the moment you rolled your hips down on him, his cock slipping deeply inside you. Your knees scraped against the material of the sofa from the moment you started to ride him, your skin would probably end up red and slightly bruised, but you didn't care as the sweet feeling of him filling you up satisfied what you craved all day already. George didn't do anything, still feeling breathless when he looked up at you. Your hands curled around the edge of the sofa. His hands slotted around your hips, watching you when you let out a soft cry of pleasure. George cursed under his breath as you clenched around him.

Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were holding onto the sofa, the sweet moans freely tumbling out of your mouth. One of George's hand moved down your stomach, slipping between your thighs and stimulating your nub of nerve endings. You convulsed without a warning, cumming hard and heavy. Your thighs were quivering when you felt him throbbing inside of you, hot ropes of cum painting your walls. Heavy breaths were audible in his office, and you weren't sure how long it had taken, but it felt euphoric nevertheless. "We have to get back down," George mumbled against your lips when you kissed him again. "I know, I know," you whined, getting up and fixing your clothing, slightly unsteady on your feet. George's hand slid down your lower back while you got out of his office and back to the elevator. You both leaned back against the wall, stupid grins on your face.

"You have to admit it was a good inauguration of the new office."