Page 37 of Welcome to the Friendzone

Oliver stripped off his shirt, knowing how much she loved to see his naked upper body. Marta let her finger follow the lines in his abs until she reached the waistband of his jeans. Her other hand tangled in Oliver’s blond hair while they kissed each other again. It was almost impossible for her to open the buttons on Oliver’s jeans one-handed but he moved his hips away anyway.

“You’re not in charge this time, Sugar,” he whispered before nipping her lip again to make her part her lips so he could slip his tongue into her mouth.

He was rough and needy and she loved it. The rare change of dynamic felt amazing. Marta already had wetness pooling between her thighs as the adrenaline of getting caught had kept her on edge the entire morning.

Oliver opened the buttons of his jeans and let them fall down to his ankles before he worked on Marta’s. Shuffling across the floor, he changed positions so that he stood with his back pressed against the door. Oliver grabbed Marta’s jeans and pushed them down before he carefully took one leg after the other and freed her from the fabric. He repeated the same with her panties, before quickly stroking his finger along her core.

“You’re already wet for me,” he rasped, his pupils dilating as a wide grin spread over his face.

“You touching me the whole morning has that effect on me,mi cielo.”

Oliver groaned in response, grabbing his hard cock through his boxers while crashing his lips on Marta’s again.

“I’ll show you what I;ve been wanting to do to you the entire morning,” he whispered in between kisses, pulling her closer until her belly was pressed against his cock.

Marta reached one hand down, let it slip into his boxers, and grabbed his dick. She gave him a few strokes, seeing Oliver’s head fall back and lean against the door. His eyes were closed while he enjoyed her fingers traveling up and down his shaft, applying the right amount of pressure to make him even more feral than before.

He’d imagined her hand on his cock the entire morning, spreading his legs extra wide while sitting at the breakfast table to give her a hint. Oliver knew that his jeans emphasized his cock through the fabric and he knew that she wouldn’t be able to ignore it. Even after putting his dick on display during breakfast, she didn’t get the hint but finally her perfect fingers were wrapped around his cock, exactly like they were meant to be.

But he needed more. He needed to be inside her.

Oliver grabbed her arm and felt Marta’s fingers leave his cock. For a second he felt bad but then focused on pushing his boxers down to his ankles as well.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, Sugar,” he rumbled, placing his hands underneath Marta’s butt cheeks and lifting her body in the air.

He was strong, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold her like that forever, so there was no time for fancy foreplay.

“Come one,mi cielo. Fill me up.”

Marta had wrapped her arm around his neck to help him balance her body. Her face was pressed against his jaw and she gently nibbled along it while Oliver struggled to line his cock up with her entrance.

“Dammit,” he mumbled after a few failed tries.

“What’s wrong?”

“This looks way easier in movies than it is in real life. The angle is hard to find.”

Marta reached down between them to give him a helping hand and finally he found the right angle to push inside of her. Both of them gasped and Marta buried her teeth in Oliver’s neck to stifle another moan.

“I love you so much,” he murmured while starting to move his hips to thrust into her over and over again.

Marta clenched on him tightly while every one of his thrusts made her brain more and more fuzzy. She wasn’t able to think properly but thankfully she didn’t need to. All that mattered was the two of them connected in the best possible way.

Oliver had the majority of work to do this time and with every thrust his back crashed against the door. A symphony of the vibrating door, slapping skin, and stifled moans filled the small room while they were chasing their highs together.

Suddenly they heard the door to the restrooms open and someone enter the room. The person was whistling while heading into the cubicle next to theirs.

Oliver stilled his movements, slightly panting from exertion, while Marta buried her face in his neck. She wasn’t sure if she should freak out or start to laugh while they tried to be as silent as possible with Oliver still rock hard inside of her.

She could feel his arms starting to tremble under her weight and she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold her any longer.

Carefully she shifted her body a little and pointed with one hand on the toilet. As silently as possible, Oliver moved them around and closed the toilet so that he could sit on top of it. The lid crashed down on the seat and both of them stiffened. Now the person next to them must have known that there was someone else in the restroom as the sounds echoed around the small space.

Oliver slowly sat down on the toilet seat but slipped out of Marta as they moved. She extended her legs to stand on her own two feet while looking down at Oliver and his still hard cock.

They heard the toilet flush and the person heading out of the room and towards the sinks. A minute later the door to the restroom was heard again, indicating that they were finally alone.

With a smooth movement, Marta placed her hands on each of Oliver’s shoulders and let herself lower down on his cock.

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