Page 22 of He Is My Bride

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.”

Li Ying chuckled. “Of course! …Ah!”

Hanjun’s finger had breached him, starting to stretch and prep him, using his precum until he got the lube from Li Ying’s bag.

Once Li Ying was nice and supple around his fingers, Hanjun took a firm hold of the man’s hips and poised himself to penetrate that pink, twitching hole trapped between him and his desk.

Hanjun pressed his tip against Li Ying’s hole and watched it sink in. Li Ying moaned for him sweetly, the man’s nails scraping the varnished wood. Hanjun pushed until he felt his sack against Li Ying’s springy ass, and began fucking him at a steadily increasing pace.

Soon Hanjun was hammering Li Ying against his desk something proper, making the man bite down on his lip, trying not to make noise that could breach the acoustic glass.

“Mh-mm…! M-Mister Wu!” Li Ying whimpered.

“Quiet.” Hanjun grabbed Li Ying’s neck, keeping him down while his hips jerked mercilessly back and forth, fucking Li Ying against his desk.

Hanjun loved to see how his hips bounced off those pert cheeks, how Li Ying’s hole got dragged along his cock as he pulled out, as if clinging to it.

“Ah! Ha-Hanjun, sir… A-am I a good bitch? ”

“Mm. Good bitch.” Hanjun also loved it when Li Ying begged to be talked dirty to.

Li Ying gasped. Hanjun’s cock was making quick work of him and he was close to an orgasm. He had come prepared, having loosened his tuck while going to the toilet, and put paper inside his panties to catch his spend, so he was good to go.

“G-good bitch for Mister Wu?”

“Good bitch. Useful hole for your boss.” Hanjun would never have said something like that with a clearer head, but right now, Li Ying’s wily ways had lured him into a rut. “So useful, letting your boss relieve his stress on your tight little ass.”

“A-ah… I-I thought Mister Wu would appreciate it—Ah!”

Through the opaque glass Hanjun saw the vague shapes of people walking past his office. He couldn’t believe how hot it was to do it like this, right under everyone’s noses. Right under Wu Yiheng’s nose. Take that, old man.

Hanjun came with a grunt, still thrusting while he spent himself inside Li Ying, pushing his seed deep into him. His vigorous movement sent Li Ying into an orgasm too. Hanjun hardly kept himself from moaning too loud as the other man’s ass clamped down on him while he came.

They were left catching their breath. Hanjun leaned over Li Ying to press a kiss on his neck, nuzzling him.

“Was that according to your plans?” Hanjun asked, his nose brushing the arc of Li Ying’s ear.

“He-heh…” Li Ying felt weak, but grinned up at the man with twinkling eyes. “Mission accomplished.”

Hanjun pressed one last kiss on Li Ying’s temple before he pulled out, watching his cock drag out of Li Ying’s hole and leave it behind puffy and pink, a trickle of white leaking out.

Luckily the office had single-stalled toilets that locked securely, so Li Ying could take his time tidying up in peace .

After sorting himself out, Li Ying dropped back into Hanjun’s office, which was once again behind fully transparent glass and appearing as if nothing unprofessional had just taken place.

“Your youngest cousins are super cute, by the way,” Li Ying said, sitting on Hanjun’s desk.

“They showed you around?” Hanjun had half the mind to tell Li Ying off for using his desk as a seat, but decided he rather liked having Li Ying on it.

“Yeah. Is it okay for me to bother A-Yi to drive me home?”

Hanjun took his phone. “I will call him. I wish I could leave early with you, but I have to stay to meet my senior manager at four.”

“I bet you would.” Li Ying grinned, swinging his legs.

“We have a restaurant reservation at eight,” Hanjun said. “Go to Plaza 66 mall first, I will meet you and Anne there. Call Yiyi to drive you.”

“Okay. Kiss.” Li Ying demanded before going.

Hanjun got up and embraced Li Ying, giving him a kiss that lingered.

Hanjun’s hands wanted to wander, but while they were behind clear glass, he only allowed them to stroke Li Ying’s back and the curve of his waist. Li Ying sucked on his tongue.

Snogging like this in the office was highly unprofessional, Hanjun thought, but he allowed it this time.

He was thankful for the distraction after facing off with his uncle.

“See you then.” Hanjun reluctantly parted from Li Ying’s lips. He simply adored that kissed-silly face. But something else caught his attention:

Li Ying followed Hanjun’s gaze and saw the two interns, Yiyi and Xinyu, standing behind the glass, staring at them with flushed cheeks. Li Ying winked at them, and the boys turned around as if they could still pretend they hadn’t spied on their cousin snogging with his girlfriend.