Careless Whisper

"Almost Finished" by Kulkum

“You know I hate it when you work from home, Jack,” the stark-naked vixen said from the doorway. With her paws on her delicious hips and a smirk on her muzzle, the buck was hard pressed to keep his attention on anything but her. “Sometimes I feel like this is under appreciated.”

“I am almost finished,” he replied, which was the truth. He only needed to enter a few more possible leads into the file. “Fifteen minutes?”

She was about to reply, likely something to deny his distraction by the simple method of reminding him that his pants were choking his cock to death, when his phone rang. With a frown on his muzzle, he turned the phone over and released a slight sigh when he saw that it was his immediate superior in the chain of command. When his eyes turned to her, he could already see the disappointment when he shrugged slightly.

“I have to take this,” he murmured, his lips twitching upward when she released an overly dramatic sigh. She understood, of course, but would play it up for later ‘revenge.’

After taking a moment to consider the glowing screen for the fourth ring, he raised a paw to stop her before she turned to leave, snapping once. The snap had her brow quirking and ears perking curiously as he turned his chair so that he was facing her. Then with one paw swiping the screen to answer the call, he unzipped his pants with the other. It was worth it just to see the wicked spark of lustful delight in her eyes when he pointed towards his crotch in a not so playful demand as he put the phone to his ear.

“This is Savage,” he said, as calm as ever even as his arousal grew when she swayed forward, stopping halfway across the room to drop onto all fours and stalk towards him. “Yes, sir. I am working that case as we speak.”

And the vixen was working his cock out of his boxers, until the dark pink shaft was exposed and wrapped in silky fur and warm paw pads. Normally, she would have let out a little sound of approval. She had always been one to approve of pleasure between them, no matter who was giving or receiving.

When the pink of her tongue slipped out over her muzzle just before she slipped the tapered tip into the warm, wet, sucking bliss of her mouth, he almost missed what had been said on the other end of the line.

“Yes, sir,” he replied as he placed his paw on top of her head, not so much to guide her this time as to encourage the hungry vixen. “Yes, I can bring them into the office as soon as I’m finished here.”

He held the phone away from his ear for a moment and bit his lip as she bobbed her head over him, tongue caressing the tip wetly as she raised her eyes to him. Then she simply sucked herself back down, from the tip all the way to the base where her lips brushed against his sheath and her breath was hot little huffs against his groin fur.

“It will be a few hours yet,” he said, sliding his paw back to scratch as her ear as her eyes sparkled in delight, “but I’ll come in as soon as I’m finished.”