“Not a problem for me.”
I slowly climb the stairs. Jannis follows me. Close. Just one step behind me. My ass brushes against his crotch and fuck, he’s hard. My whole-body tingles with nervousness and anticipation, because intimacy with Jannis is a red-hot game, and it not only makes me incredibly horny, it’s also so much fun. I can’t remember sex with my ex-girlfriends ever being playful and easy, ever being this much fun.
“I see you don’t meet the dress code. Unfortunately, I can’t let you into the location like that.”
Jannis grins. “Oh, is that so? Is there any chance to change that?”
“Actually, there is. Take off your clothes.”
Piece by piece, his clothes fall to the floor in the hallway until he’s standing in front of me only in his boxer briefs. Tight-fitting and black, with his thick, long cock straining against the tight fabric.
“That’s better, but unfortunately, I’m not allowed to make exceptions. Get undressed.” In a quick and admittedly surprising move, Jannis pushes me against the wall and presses his upper body against my back. His cock rubs against my ass, and fuck, I love it when Jannis is so horny that his wild side takes over. He’s excitingly sexy and uninhibited.
When he told me a few weeks ago that everything was going too fast with Danny, I thought he meant too much intimacy too soon. That wasn’t the problem. Danny got down to business too quickly. Jannis is a lion, he loves to play with his prey before he takes it down.
“Are you sure we can’t make an exception?” He whispers in my ear in a raspy voice, his breath tickling my bare skin and my ass pushing back into his crotch. Fuck, I want this.
“No, no chance.” It would’ve been nice if my voice had played along, but that squeak wasn’t particularly impressive. But Jannistakes a step back and removes the last piece of fabric off his body.
“Better?”
“Come in, please.” The tea lights bathe the otherwise dark room in a dim light and the flames flicker on Jannis’s body.
“You are so beautiful.” I know I’m breaking character, but I mean it.
“Unfortunately, I can’t give an overall assessment yet. Does the dress code only apply to guests?”
I step very close to Jannis and put my hand around his stiff cock.
“Fuck, ah.” He moans and gets louder as I slide my hand up and down his length. Slowly and torturously, just the way I like it best.
“Upon request, this dress code can be extended to the staff.”
“How do I put in that request?”
“Orally.”
Jannis laughs snortingly. “Not bad.”
He leans forward and, expecting a kiss, I close my eyes. But his lips don’t find my mouth. They find my cock, because in one swift movement he falls to his knees and pulls my sweatpants down around my ankles.
I love it when he blows me, when he skillfully slides his tongue around my glans—it always drives me crazy.
“On the bed.” I step out of my sweatpants and try to walk backwards, but Jannis is quicker. He grabs my ass, and lifts me up. To get a better grip, I wrap my legs around his waist. Doing so means our cocks rub together so exquisitely in that position. Fuck, I didn’t know a cock could be so fucking hot.
As if someone had flipped a switch, Jannis’s mood changes. He still knows what he wants, but he is gentler now as he lays me down on the bed and covers my body with his. “You want this?”
I answer without hesitation. “Yes. Absolutely.”
“Okay. If you change your mind...”
“No way.”
Jannis starts slowly. Gentle kisses, light touches. He’s insecure. He knows our game, but this is new. Hesitantly, he pushes one leg to my chest, almost as if he’s never fingered my ass before.
“Come here.” I pull him to my chest. “The only thing new today is your cock in my ass, and I want that. We’ve done everything else many times before, you know what I like.”
His index finger is carefully circling my hole, and I’d love to hurry him up, but I don’t.
