Page 49 of He Is My Bride
“There, all better!” Li Ying took Hanjun’s hand gently to his lips and pressed a kiss on his knuckles. Unlike Wang Guosheng’s suffocating, aggressive cologne, Hanjun’s signature cypress fragrance was comforting, like stepping into the woods, calming, refreshing with the lingering notes of bergamot.
“Thank you,” Hanjun said.
“Oh, don’t thank me yet, I actually came here to give you trouble.” Li Ying licked Hanjun’s hand, and the man swiftly pulled it back.
Hanjun eyed around nervously; the office had all glass walls.
“That’s soundproofed glass, right?”
“Li Ying,” Hanjun warned.
“Good.” Li Ying pressed a button on the desk that made the glass walls turn opaque, blocking the view from the rest of the office.
There were still the huge windows facing outside: with another glass tower on the opposite side of the street, one could just about make out the people over in their offices.
“Mister Wu must be so stressed. I can help him relax.” Li Ying took Hanjun’s blue tie and ran it through his hand.
“Not in the office,” Hanjun said, but Li Ying didn’t think his resistance very convincing.
He smiled up at Hanjun and grabbed the tie, pulling him closer.
Hanjun stared at Li Ying’s eyes, his lips, and swallowed hard. Li Ying snickered puckishly and kissed him. Hanjun let him, lips gently ajar to welcome it, and Li Ying licked at his mouth.
Li Ying’s hands wandered down, and soon he’d undone Hanjun’s belt and taken out his tool, dropping to his knees. Hanjun was leaning back against his desk, facing the outside windows, when he realized the people in the opposite building could see them, unobstructed, if they just stopped to actually look.
“Li Ying—Gh!”
Li Ying had been giving Hanjun’s glans a nice, long lick. “What?”
“The window.”
“So?” Li Ying kissed a drop of precum off the tip. “Let them know Hanjun of Wu Pharma can get it.”
“You little…”
Li Ying thought Hanjun was very cute when he was so helplessly aroused, blushing and struggling to keep a straight face.
Li Ying took him into his mouth and enjoyed every twitch of his eyebrows, every little snarl of his mouth as he tried to keep himself from moaning too loudly. Li Ying performed every little trick he knew Hanjun liked, swirling his tongue around the tip and tickling the slit with it. Hanjun’s suppressed moans of pleasure were growing more desperate.
After giving him head for a few seconds, Li Ying stopped, letting the turgid shaft plop out of his mouth.
Hanjun looked down at him and saw Li Ying licking his lips, grinning up at him smugly.
“Don’t stop,” Hanjun said.
Li Ying pouted. “Mister Wu is being selfish.” He gave the shaft a lazy stroke, and it throbbed in his hand again, leaking precum over his fingers. “What is he going to do for me, hm?”
Hanjun’s eyes darkened. “Get up.”
Li Ying stood up, and was swung around and pinned face-down against the desk sooner than he could realize what was happening. Hanjun’s hard cock pressed against his bottom.
“Don’t stain my clothes!”
“You asked for it,” Hanjun growled. He pulled Li Ying’s skirt up and his pantyhose and panties down, just enough to reveal his hole, and shoved his glans against it, staining Li Ying’s entrance with his precum.
“In my bag,” Li Ying said, “lube.”
“So you planned for this.”
