Jan lives on the top floor… #3
A wave of heat hits me. My cheeks are burning.
It’s a scene right out of some exclusive porn film, one that you’d feel like adding to your favorites on your browser.
But of course, you don’t do that. You just watch it in private mode, just in case your damn boss wants to use your (or rather, the company’s) computer, and on a Saturday when you least expect it.
I stare at our reflection and can’t take my eyes off us. My boss—Jan Engler—and me. He is performing cunnilingus on me from behind, me kneeling over him with his penis in my mouth. In his apartment, in his bed.
Total abstraction. If someone had prophesied to me this morning that this is how I would spend Christmas Eve, I would have concluded that they were shrooming or were simply fucked in the head.
These last hours of my life have been so unbelievable that I have serious doubts about whether they really happened at all.
The most surprising thing about it all, however, is that never, with any man, have I felt so aroused, so desirable, so sexy, as with my boss.
“Yes, baby. Take it deeper.” Jan’s low voice stirs my lust even higher.
I take him so deep that I’m choking, and then he pats my bum and glides his tongue along my crack.
“Good girl.” I feel him sliding it into my back hole while filling my pussy with his fingers.
A shiver of ecstasy runs through me. I push my hips out instinctively, pressing my bottom against Jan’s face, and simultaneously speed up the movement with my head and help myself with my hand to pleasure him as much as he is pleasuring me.
Our bodies are sweating. We move in perfect synchrony.
I glance in the mirror. Oh shit, what a sight! An orgasmic thrill has me gasping.
“Are you coming?” asks Jan.
“Mhm.” I continue to pleasure him.
“I want to feel it. Get off.” He pulls his fingers out of me, and I release him from my mouth.
I’m so excited that I can’t wait for him to fill me. I get off him, and then he unexpectedly gets off the bed.
My reaction is immediate. “Where are you going?” I ask.
I hope he won’t leave me like this now? Hot as hell, with a throbbing pussy?
“Move over and stick your butt out.”
Much better. I do as he says and reflexively look in the mirror. Oh, fuck. I’m about to come again, from just looking at Jan.
He is standing right at the edge of the bed, erect, masculine, handsome, with an impressive erection that he is about to fill me with. And I’m right in front of him. I feel him widen my buttocks, see him staring at my pussy in the mirror, and hear him make a throaty growl.
“Remember what I told you in the hallway?” He takes his penis in his hand and slides it over my moist clit.
“Remind me. I can’t focus.”
I see in the reflection how the corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
“That I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll scream with pleasure and beg for more.” He enters me with one thrust, forcing a cry from me.
A hot current sweeps through my body. I clench my hands on the quilt, and then Jan grabs my hips and pushes into me.
Quickly, deeply, vigorously. With each of his thrusts, with each flailing of our bodies, with each pent-up breath, moan and sigh, a wave of desire rises in me.
I wriggle in anticipation until the orgasm hits full force, bringing the desired fulfillment.
I reach down to my clitoris, rub it impatiently, and glance in the mirror.
I watch the working of Jan’s leg muscles.
His hips move swiftly back and forth. His strong arms tighten from clenching his fingers on my body, and his swollen penis slips out and rams into my pussy.
I shudder. I’m on the edge.
“I’m coming soon,” I groan.
“Tighten up, I want to feel you better.”
I comply with his request and speed up the movement of my fingers on my clitoris.
“Christ, you’re so tight now.”
I don’t take my eyes off him. He bounces against my buttocks. Sweat runs on his forehead, the gray hair on his temples shines like silver, and the skin on his arms shines, making his muscles visible and accentuating their every movement.
“You look divine.” The words slip out of my mouth unexpectedly. He slows for a moment and his gaze shifts to the mirror.
He looks directly at me. His eyes are dark, greedy, and ablaze.
“You are beautiful.” He moves his hands down my back. The movement of his hips deliberate. He pulls out a little, then enters deeply. He eases out and then thrusts his hips, driving into me fully.
The sensation is so strong that I can barely hold on. My vagina is clenching in anticipation. I close my eyes, tilt my head, I’m already on the edge.
“Look at me.” Jan holds me by the neck, lifting my face.
I feel his hand on my throat, open my eyes, and see his reflection in the mirror. He drills his horny gaze into me, speeds up the rhythm of his hips, clasps his other hand on my buttock and slides his thumb into the tight hole above my pussy.
A boiling current flows through my intimate places, spreads through my thighs to my feet, through my torso to my shoulders.
My muscles tense up, I hold my breath, an orgasmic wave surges in, hits me, and shakes me hard, until I collapse.
Involuntarily I hold my breath, clench my eyelids and lower my head.
“Look at me,” Jan growls, and he tightens his fingers around my neck, breathing louder and louder.
I open my eyes. I see us in the mirror as if through a fog. My blood races through my temples, heat floods my whole body, another convulsion hits me, even stronger than the last. A cry of fulfillment escapes my mouth.
“Oh yes, Maria. You’re so damn sexy when you come.” He doesn’t slow his rhythm, rumbling throatily, clenching his jaw.
I feel a pulse throbbing throughout my body.
I watch Jan: how he tilts his head back, how his chest stretches and tightens, how his body shudders, how his hips merge with my buttocks.
I look at him as he freezes and parts his lips, from which comes the most erotic male voice I’ve ever heard. It’s low, disarming.
His cum fills my insides. The hand leaves my throat, moves down my neck, and back and closes on my chest.
We are sweaty and fulfilled. We are stuck in stillness, totally intoxicated by this moment.
As our breaths begin to calm down, Jan slides out of me slowly, caresses my bum, and then leans in, pulls back my hair and kisses just below my ear.
“I was not wrong about you. This was the best sex of my life,” he says, then straightens up and slaps me on the rear. “You wore me out. I need to lie down.”
I smile with satisfaction that I’ve tired Jan out so effectively, and although I’m just as exhausted as he is, I feel such euphoria that I could start dancing now. I move to the middle of the bed, while Jan reaches into a drawer for something and lies down next to me.
“Take this.” He pulls out a pair of moisturizing wipes from a small package and hands them to me.
Well, yes, I could expect that from him.
“Do you keep antibacterial gel around here somewhere, too?”
“In the second drawer, on the opposite side of the bed. Can you get it?” he says quite seriously and wipes his penis meticulously.
Oh brother, what cheekiness. Just what you expect from Jan.
“It was a joke.”
“What?” He glances at me with semi-conscious eyes.
He really looks tired. In fact, he moved around quite a bit today or fucked around, call it what you will.
“Nothing. I guess I have to get used to the fact that you have a poor sense of humor.”
“Does it bother you?”
“A little. I like when things are funny, some wordplays, that sort of thing.” I wipe off the remnants of cum from the inside of my thighs, and make a sweeping move to throw the handkerchief on the floor.
Jan grabs my wrist. “Give it to me.” He takes it from my hands.
“I’ll clean it up later.”
“I’ll take care of it,” he says. He hides the tissue, along with the ones he used, in an empty package (he used probably ten of them), carefully closes the built-in plastic flap, and puts the box on the floor.
“You are terribly fussy, you know?” I laugh.
“I know. I don’t like clutter.” He puts his hands under his head.
His biceps just above his armpits tense up, and his chest extends, revealing the side line of his ribs.
Zero fat, just skin and muscle. Seemingly old, but still spry.
Come to me, my neatnik man. I move over to snuggle into his chest, I wrap my arms around his waist, and he flinches as if electrocuted.
I lift my gaze. Jan looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed, with exactly the same eyes as when I wanted to kiss him at the threshold of the room.
“You don’t want to?” I ask and back away slowly.
“What?”
“Me to hug you.” I observe his expression, and I begin to feel like an intruder in his bed. “You’re looking at me again like that… like you’re disgusted with me.”
He closes his eyes.
“Maria…”
“What?”
Jan inhales through his nose and lets it out hard.
“I am tired. If you feel like it, you can hug me.”
If I feel like it?
“I take it you don’t feel like it?”
“I don’t. I want to go to sleep.”
My throat seizes again. Okay, take it easy. The guy is tired. Respect it, turn on your side and go to sleep too. It’s been a hard day.
“OK. Good night then.”
“Good night, Maria.” Jan closes his eyes, and I turn my back to him and cover myself with the quilt up to my ears.
And even though I realize that nothing will happen if we don’t fall asleep cuddled together tonight, somewhere deep inside it saddens me. Because it was really great sex. But apparently, only sex.