Sometimes, I just want my boyfriend to fuck me up against a wall.

I'm not the only one, right? I'm not the only one who gets bored during a work day and spends her six and a half hours of downtime playing out various fantasies of him being a rugged mountain man in her head?

Today was just particularly bad, too. Thursdays were Jim's long days. He always scheduled client lunches on Thursdays, and then had basketball at the Y until the gym closed with some of his buddies. For me, it just meant that from one o'clock on, I was left to my own devices, with nothing in Jim's chair but emptiness, and nothing in my head but my memories of the sounds his body makes against mine as I basically played a four hour long porno of my own damn boyfriend like a movie reel.

I had a pretty decent poker face, so really, no one would ever know that, in my mind, Jim had me up against a wall while he growled into my ear how badly he wanted to destroy my pussy.

I mean, no one would know unless they rounded the high counter of the reception desk and noticed that I had been pressing my thighs together all afternoon.

It didn't help that I had a change in my birth control and had been off of it for a couple of days after a mixup with my insurance and the pharmacy. Jim and I had just used condoms this week, which wasn't the biggest deal in the world. He made a joke that he felt like he was back in college, so I gave him a real half-assed hand job and then asked if he wanted to help me study for my art final, to which he responded by carrying me into the shower and warning me that I couldn't make any noise because the others in the communal bathroom might hear us. It had been awhile since I'd come that hard.

So, hormonal and bored out of my fricken mind, I had nothing better to do with my time that night than send naughty texts to Jim while I futzed around my apartment.

I made myself dinner.

Jim. I haven't stopped thinking about you all day.

Did the dishes.

Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you right now?

Sifted through my mail.

My panties have been soaked since you left at lunch.

Pretended to work on an art assignment that I had due next week.

God, you probably look so damn sexy right now in your basketball shorts. Sweating. Panting. I might head down to the Y and take you at center court.

Poured myself a glass of wine.

I want you to bruise me tonight.

Turned on the TV.

Will you fuck me up against the wall? I don't think I'll be able to make it to the bedroom.

Poured myself more wine.

I hope you're hard when you walk through the door. I love seeing your cock through your shorts. That gets me so fucking geared up.

Slipped my hand past the waistband of the boxers of his that I was wearing.

You're not here, so I'm touching myself. Wearing your clothes. Think about that on your way over here.

My own fingers were useless at this point in my relationship with Jim Halpert. It was like my body was on guard to reject anything that wasn't a part of his body. I stroked myself lazily as I imagined him breaking my door off its hinges to get to me faster.

"Hey."

I lifted my head up off the arm of the couch as the door, unfortunately, swung open soundlessly with his arrival. My lips were parted and my lidded gaze found him as he toed off his gym shoes by my front door. The hand beneath my panties twitched upon seeing him delightfully rumpled and freshly showered from a night at the gym. I moaned quietly, and saw his brow twitch.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to play productive basketball after you spend your halftime reading a romance novel of filthy texts?"

He slipped his second shoe off and approached me on the couch with this big goofy Jim grin and a delighted twinkle in his eye.

Which was strange, because the Jims in my head all had eyes the color of coal and weren't in the mood for laughing.

I sat up, leaving my fingers resting against my slick center unmoving.

"Do you have any idea what I've been thinking about all day?"

I could feel the thickness in my voice, could feel the heat in my chest, and knew that my eyes were dark with want.

"Yeah, you nympho," he chuckled, sidling next to me on the couch. As he took his seat, I slipped my hand out of his boxers and clenched it into a fist, tucking it into my side next to me. Jim slid his arm around my waist, pulling me against his side as he pressed his full lips against my cheek. My entire body ignited at every point of touch, and I sighed, leaning into him.

"I missed you today," he whispered. Before I could tell him, show him just how much I'd missed him, he was up and across my living room. He stood in front of the refrigerator with the door wide open by the time I realized he was seriously rooting around in my fridge instead of between my legs in one way or another. "Hey, do we have any of that leftover Chinese?" he called over his shoulder.

I mumbled, You've gotta be fucking kidding me under me breath and stomped into the kitchen, on a mission now.

"What was that?" he asked, bending over at the waist to peer into my fridge for leftovers that weren't there because I'd already eaten them in an effort to distract myself.

"You're seriously thinking about food right now?"

He cocked his head from halfway inside of my refrigerator, shooting me an incredulous grimace.

"Uh, Pam? I had a late lunch meeting with a client, and we at one. It's ten thirty. I am fucking starving."

"Well, I am, too," I scoffed.

"Oh. Cool. We could just order something then." He stood, and I swear to God if I wasn't trying to abuse his body in a different way right now, I would have slapped him.

He didn't get it. I don't think he was taking my fucking all-day want seriously.

So I stuck his hand in my pants.

His sharp intake of breath, the flex of his fingers against my pussy, was almost too much. I let out a sharp, high pitched sound, my mouth wide open and my eyes closed in bliss.

His forehead hit mine, and I consequently backed partly into the wall.

"Wait, you weren't just like...fucking around with those texts?"

"No, are you...I wasn't fucking around. I want you in me so fucking bad."

I slid my back up the wall by standing on my toes, which enabled his fingers to slide against me more.

"Mhm," I sighed, rubbing my lips together. I squeezed his hand under mind, willing him to just get it. His fingers flexed again before tentatively moving up and down my slit, effectively drenching his hand as I heard him bite back a groan.

"If I hadn't been so busy playing with myself when you came in, I'd have pinned you against the door until you promised to fuck me into it," I offered in a desperate attempt to egg him forward.

"Jesus," he breathed.

And finally, something clicked in that brain of his. His fingers shifted, two of them pressing roughly up into me with a grunt as his other hand gripped my hip roughly, turning me so that I was flat against the wall.

"Oh, shit yes," I squealed, gripping onto his forearm as his fingers plunged in and out of me at the brutal pace I'd been craving all day.

"You've really been thinking about this all day?" he groaned, nipping at my ear between words.

"All day," I assured him. I picked one of my feet up and linked it behind his knee to tug him towards me.

His fingers drilled into me harder, and when I bit my lip in a cry of pleasure, his lips sucked roughly where my jaw met me throat.

"You said you were touching yourself before I got here?" When I nodded, he moaned and gripped my hips tighter, lifted me up higher against the wall with his pounding fingers. "God, that's so hot, Pam. You playing with your clit while you think about me? Fuck."

Without warning, three of his fingers were inside me, scissoring back and forth at a wrecking pace that turned my vision black, and then whitewashed. I cried out and wrapped my leg around him tighter. He sucked and nipped at my neck, biting when I grabbed onto the back of his head to hold him there. Moments later, I felt my first orgasm ripping through me, the slick sweet sounds of his hands rapid as I flexed my legs around him and cried out against his hair.

He slowed down only a little, as my breathing came in hot pants against his cheek. When he asked, "You good?" I had barely nodded before he picked me up and dropped me with a loud thud on my kitchen table. He had the boxers I was wearing off of me before he gripped my thighs and pulled my aching center towards his mouth.

"You're so wet for me, Pam," me mouthed against me before kissing my soaked lips with his full ones. "You get so wet for me when you come." His tongue began to clean up the remnants of the orgasm he'd just milked from me, and I jerked against his lips, seeking my second high. Sometimes, I would come, and my fill would be satiated. But others, like right now, the first one opened the damn floodgates, and I spent hours letting him chase an endless number with me.

He fed right into my thrusting hips; his strong hands gripped my thighs from the inside and spread me wider to him while his tongue pressed into me. It wasn't the fulfillment I wanted, but the slick strokes against my walls and the bruising pressure of his fingers on me was a wonderful sensation, and my head tilted back, hitting the wood of my table and pushing me more onto his mouth. I reached down and fisted his hair in my hand, pulling him onto me roughly as I palmed my still t-shirt covered breast.

He hummed against me, adjusting his grip so that it was tighter before taking my clit between his teeth, just enough so that I snapped into a sitting position with a yelp.

"Was that-"

"So good," I assured him, weaving my fingers in his hair. "So good, baby. Keep going. More."

He took that as his cue to resume, but this time, his lips sucked my clit hard and his fingers were back inside of me, turned to face my front wall as he beckoned roughly, leaving one of my legs limp. I wrapped it around the back of his neck, squealing as his tongue did unspeakable things to me.

"Come on, Pam. Come for me again. Come on my tongue." When I exploded all over his mouth, I felt the vibrations in his grunt, in the words he mouthed against me as he moaned, "Yeah, oh fuck, that's so good. You taste amazing," his tongue continuing to fuck me and taste every last drop that he was squeezing out of me.

When he had finally gotten his fill, he balanced on one knee in front of me, his pupils blown and dark as he palmed my cheek and pulled me roughly to his waiting lips. He tasted like me, and his lips were frantic and sloppy against mine. I felt so small with both of his hands holding my face to him. I lay both of my hands atop his on my cheeks and we stood together, him towering over me in a possessive way that made me crazy and needy.

I let him back us against the kitchen wall and immediately hooked a leg around his back. His erection pressed into my stomach and I began grinding roughly against him right away, earning a groan, and a rough push of his body against mine. His lips were attacking me with a bruising pressure that made me moan into each kiss, each swipe of his tongue, each suck of my lips and tongue between his. I hooked my hand around to grab his ass and squeeze him, setting a quicker pace for his thrusting, because I still wasn't quite satisfied. Though now, if we kept going at this rate, I could very easily come for a third time in a matter of minutes.

"You like seeing what you do to me?" he asked, touching his tongue to my lips before pulling away. I whined, but it was worth it to see him pull back. He held me to the wall by the chest with one hand, which played right into the fantasy I'd been having all day where he was in total control. I couldn't decide what was turning me on more-that simple act, or the way he pointed to his obvious erection before tugging it into his other fist.

"Do you enjoy making me this hard?" he asked, his hand pulling roughly at his cock. "You like that, huh?"

"Yeah," I whined, reaching out towards him. I shoved his hand away, staring at his tented shorts for a minute, letting my mouth water before I shoved them and his briefs to the floor and followed them down.

I licked at the dripping bead of precum before sucking his thick head between my lips. I fisted him with both hands, twisting around his shaft as my lips and tongue worshiped his head. Both of his palms hit the wall above my head and he began to shallowly thrust into my mouth.

"Oh, oh shit, Pam. Just like that. Just like that," he sighed. Then, as my fingers gripped him more tightly, "Grab my balls." I loved hearing his voice when we were like this. It was a huge turn on, and I squeezed my thighs together, moaning around his cock as I gave him what he wanted. His thrusting became more erratic, and he pulled himself from my mouth with a light pop before forcing me up by my chin with two fingers.

The gaze in his eyes was animalistic, and I wanted so much more of it. We made out sloppily against the wall, his slick cock pressing against my stomach, sliding against my body as we wiggled one another out of our t-shirts. He trailed his tongue along the tops of my breasts before burying his nose between them and shaking his head quickly before biting one of the swells.

"Jim," I cried. "I can't fucking take it anymore."

I reached between us and dragged his cock towards my opening, but he stopped me short, linking our fingers together instead.

"Tell me how you want it, Pam. Tell me what you want me to do." It was more of a demand than a question.

"I want you fuck me against this wall until I can't see straight," I deadpanned with more than a hint of pleading in my tone. "I want to wake up tomorrow and have trouble walking. I want to sit at my desk and still feel you inside me until we get home tomorrow and you do it all over again."

"Jesus, Pam," he grunted, and picked me up to carry me to the table once again. I spread my legs, biting my lip as I looked up to see his cock standing on end, waiting to be buried inside of me. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, pressing his head against me.

"Please," I cried.

"Hard?"

"Give it to me, Jim," I pleaded.

But then he stopped short.

"Fuck...Pam. I'm...we used the last condom last night."

He poised himself above me like a deer in headlights, unmoving despite the fact that my legs were parted widely enough to take up the entire goddamn kitchen table and his cock was visibly throbbing. I sat up and fisted his shaft, tugging roughly back and forth as I scooted forward.

"James Duncan Halpert, I swear to God I'm going to kill you in your sleep if you don't stick your cock in me. Just...pull out or something, I do not care right now."

In hindsight, it was not my smartest moment. But in the same moment, my sex drive was steering the ship, and she wanted this man more than anything to just take her. He nodded, and as he pushed hard and fast into me, my body bowed towards him like an exorcism.

His thrusts were deep, and when he gripped my thighs and pushed them apart even further, I cried out at the intense, painful pleasure that ripped through me. He pulled his shaft out all the way before plunging back into me every time, and I almost cried it felt so good.

"Harder, Jim. I want to feel it everywhere."

He gripped my thighs more, grunted in determination as his pace picked up, and the echoing of his body created resounding slaps on my kitchen walls. The table shifted beneath me on every thrust in and out, and my back dragged against the wood, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of the crazed thrusting of Jim's dick inside of me.

"That's it," I breathed, reaching out for any of him that I could hold onto.

"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted, pulling one of my legs up and around his back. "Me fucking you like this?"

"Yeah," I whined, my hand leaning on his chest.

"You're so tight, Pam," he continued, not losing a beat with the hardness of his thrusts. "So tight, so wet for me."

I managed some semblance of an Uh huh and wrapped my leg more tightly around him.

"You're going to come for me again," he demanded, his fingers invading my clit as he continued to thrust with snapping precision. As if on command, my body bowed towards his touch, and my cries filled the air as a wave of pleasure ripped through me.

He slowed some while my pussy milked him, and as my spent body sank into the table, he reached down to squeeze my breasts, to kiss the space between them, to kiss my lips even though I couldn't yet respond. When he bent over me, pressing his forehead to mine, I whispered against his lips, "Jim. Jim I wanna feel you come. Please."

He groaned, flicking his tongue against my lips before the pace of his pumping resumed. He pulled my knees up so they were steepled on the table and gripped them for balance. It wasn't long before I saw his eyes roll back and then close, his head tilting towards my ceiling.

"Pam, I can't...oh fuck you feel so...shit."

In an instant he was slipping out of me and straight into his hand. Gripping my side with the other for balance, he fisted his cock and jerked roughly until he spilled in hot white spurts onto my stomach. His hips jutted erratically into his hand, and spastic grunts and Ah's joined his movement until he was entirely drained. He looked so sexy, standing above me spent with his cock in hand, his eyes fluttering, his lips parted. If we hadn't just basically killed each other, I'd be asking him for more.

He dropped his forehead to my knee, his warm breath quick and short as he tried to bring himself back to earth. I scratched my fingers up and down his back, and he hummed appreciatively before pulling my fingers to his lips to gently kiss them.

Eventually, after he had cleaned me up and we got him something to eat before he literally passed out, we found ourselves naked in my bed in a state of exhausted cuddling. As his fingers traced me lazily up and down, I felt my skin bruising in several places in the shape of his fingerprints, and smiled warmly.

"So," his voice rumbled in my ear, "we didn't use a condom."

"Nope."

"Or birth control."

"Nope.

"And...you were okay with that?"

I was silent, but my thoughts were buzzing. I knew what he was implying.

With Roy, I had always feared what a family might mean. Rambunctious boys who were as out of control as their father. Being a mother not only to our children, but to him, too. But as I brushed damp hair from my love's eyes, I saw nothing but a future with him. I couldn't help but smile.

"Do you...do you want kids someday?"

I nodded, smiling wryly with a soft Mhm.

He grinned too.

"Maybe not like, nine months from now, but, yeah, I do. Especially if half of their genes are...you know…"

Suddenly embarrassed, I buried my nose against his chest and held onto him tighter. His soft, shaky, "Yeah, me too," reassured me that I wasn't alone in my feelings.

We decided to buy a box of condoms to hold us over anyway, just in case. But I realized that, if I were to be pregnant with Jim Halpert's baby anytime soon, I would be completely over the moon about it.