Cannon: Desk Job (Patreon)

“Elena? Zat you?”

Elena swore inwardly. Cannon was slurring his words; only slightly, but enough for her to know he had a hangover, and it was hell to see him like that.

“Yes,” she called back to him. “I’ll be right in.”

Coming up from behind her mahogany desk, Elena went into the darkened office of her superior. John Cannon was slumped low in his chair, his feet on top of his desk. The last day’s stubble seemed to grow unevenly, making his handsome face rumpled, and his tie was undone, hanging over his open Oxford shirt. The tanktop beneath was tight, adhering to his chest muscles like a Greek breastplate.

The light she let in landed on Cannon’s face. He blinked his eyes and groaned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Elena apologized, sweeping shut the door behind her.

Cannon waved off her placating apology. “Coffee, Elena. I’m dying…”

Elena slipped out of his private office, trying to be more discreet than when she’d come in, and went to the coffee machine. She’d seen Cannon hungover before, and worse, but her heart still felt for him. It’d take some sobering up before he was fit to do any work. And she wouldn’t let him get tossed out of office work because, of all things, he couldn’t hold his liquor.

After she’d measured out the grounds and turned the heat on, Elena shut the light off in her little antechamber and went back into the office. This time, the lack of light spilling in on Cannon made him virtually ignore her presence.

Like she was approaching a hibernating bear, Elena circled around behind him. Her hands fell on his shoulders and she started to massage the broad, but pained muscles of his back.

Elena spoke softly: “You look awful.”

Cannon groaned once more, his shut eyes squinting hard. Then he let out a loose sigh as Elena worked the tension from his knotted muscles. He relaxed into her touch, encouraging her work. Elena went to his thick neck, then back to his shoulders, then she pressed Cannon down so that he was facedown on his desk while she worked the kinks from all of his burgeoning back.

With Cannon bent over, there was nothing stopping her from looking under his chest, at the lump in his trousers. She saw his cock outlined heavily. For months she’d been fascinated with his manhood. She’d jerked him off and sucked him off, but never gone all the way. She was a nice girl, after all, and she worried about the heady sensation that came over her when she saw him engorged, even if much of his length was hidden in the darkness and the open fly of the pants he still wore.

Yes, their couplings were quick and dirty—Elena worried about how much she liked that too. Even when she’d guiltily masturbated, even when she’d surrendered to other men, she’d never come as hard as when she was naked and he was all but fully clothed, taking her like some conquering barbarian bent on loot and rapine. His fingers, his tongue, but never his cock, except in her mouth or in her hand or a few times between her thighs. Not inside her, though. Not until she had a ring.

Elena stared at the shape of Cannon’s endowment and lost track of what she was doing. Her hands moved under Cannon’s shirt and rubbed soothingly at his hairy chest. Cannon huffed in pleasure, working himself down to his knees on the floor, his head and shoulders supported by the desk while Elena crouched down to keep kneading his poor muscles… and keep looking down at the bulge of his cock.

Christ, was he hung. Elena had always known he was big, but now that she was getting a good, unimpeded view at his size, Cannon looked to be the biggest man she’d ever been with, by far. And that huge cock was stirring…

Cannon lifted his head, his hand snapping onto Elena’s wrist. Grabbing it where it was stroking his chest hair. “What are you trying to do, Elena, get me turned on?”

“Oh, no!” Elena gasped, flustered with sudden embarrassment. “I, I’m sorry, John, I was just trying to—“

“To turn me on.” Cannon smiled at her. “Don’t be sorry, Elena. You did it. Now why don’t you enjoy it?”

He picked himself up and dropped back into his chair with a worrying squeal of protest from the metal. Then he tugged at Elena’s arm. She went reluctantly; she hadn’t meant for this to happen at all. After all, there was plenty of time for this sort of thing when they were off-duty.

But her cunt was throbbing now…

And she was going where he wanted her, Cannon’s arm pulling her down into his lap. She sat down straddling his member, feeling it quake between her thighs. Cannon circled his arms around her and drew her in for a kiss.

“The coffee,” Elena mewled.

“Hell with the coffee,” Cannon growled, kissing her, his stubble scratching Elena’s face. He ran his hand to her left breast, squeezing it through her bra.

“It’ll burn!” Elena persisted, squeaking the words out to keep from moaning.

“Let it. Girls like you were made to be fucked, not brew coffee.”

His other hand roamed up Elena’s thigh, touching under her skirt until it was at her groin. Elena wiggled around to get a better seat. His prick moved under her legs while his fingers worked into the waistband of her panties, down to her pubic mound, crossing her slit.

“Ohhhhh!” Elena pulled away from his kiss, but didn’t even try to stop enjoying being held in his arms. “We shouldn’t.”

“But we’re going to,” he countered.

“Someone could see.”

Cannon growled under his breath and let her up. “Take care of the damn coffee, then get back here. And don’t let that little pussy get cold on me.”

His eyes stared greedily after her as Elena went to the little service area; Elena overheard when Cannon picked up the phone and rang the switchboard operator.

“Teri? This is Agent Cannon. Hold all calls for me. No disturbances for anything short of a national emergency. No calls at all.” He hung up while Elena was coming back. Then he stood, sobered up by the urgency of his lust for her. “Now we’ve got some privacy. I’ve got you all to myself and you’re about to get all of me…”

“Oh, John… it’s so wrong… we’re at work… we’re supposed to be defending our country…”

“And they don’t pay us nearly enough to miss out on what we’re going to do.”

He folded her up in his brawny arms again, this time nuzzling at her throat. He squeezed her, groped her breasts, then began opening the buttons on her blouse. Air rolled over Elena’s back as her blouse opened. Then Cannon was working at the snap on her bra. Elena wondered what would happen if he did this every day they worked together—she’d probably stop wearing the damn things. It wasn’t like she needed them…

“OHHH!”

Cannon’s hands swept down her body, slipping under the waistband of her skirt to cup her buttocks. He stroked their fine roundness up and down, Elena shivering against him. His cock tented out the groin of his trousers, pushing insistently into Elena’s lap. Its heft fell well below her own crotch. She dropped her hand to the bulging mass, rubbing it through the fabric of his clothes. Shit, it had to be reaching down as far as his knee!

“Bring it out,” Cannon told her with soft gravitas. He didn’t have to shout at her to get her to do as she was told. He just had to let her know it was what he wanted. “Let it have you.”

His kisses covered her face, endlessly distracting her while she worked his belt loose and sought out his zipper. It was strained too tensely for it to release, so Cannon shoved down both his pants and his boxers. Elena felt his garments slip out from under his hand and then she was holding onto his cock where it shot out into open air.

“God!” she gasped, her fingers touching the burgeoning knob, and even the tip was enough to hold onto. “There’s so… so much!”

“Eleven inches,” Cannon said proudly. “You wanted it, now it’s yours.”

They parted and took off what remained of their clothes, both hurrying, as eager as animals racing to their food. Elena turned away to drop her panties and shimmy her bra down her arms. When she turned back, Cannon was standing with his hands on his hips, his heavy cock pointing slightly above her, the weight too great to press it up against his belly despite the trembling force of all his arousal. His balls hung low and his bristling pubic hair was as heavy as his shaggy beard had ever been.

“My God…” Elena breathed, staring at it.

“Never let yourself believe how big it was before, did you?” Cannon surmised. “This’ll convince you—once and for all.”

He went to her; Elena instinctively backed away. But slowly. His haste to have her was greater than her reluctance. Almost immediately she was in his embrace again, his prick pressed up against her stomach while his mouth founds hers. The tip, leaking precum, butted against the underside of her breast.