What am I doing, Mikołaj wondered in his mind. What the hell am I doing here?
Not the question itself was the worst, but the answer he knew and which excited and frightened him as much. Skrzynecki just couldn't believe himself that he just found himself in the hotel room of a guy who invited him for a clear purpose.
"I knew you'd agree," the Szwedas smiled. For some reason, he looked honestly pleased.
"Shut up," growled Mikołaj. "It's just sex and if you tell anyone even a word ..."
"Don't worry," he moved closer to him and took his chin. "I like you and I care about good relations with you. If you have a condition, of course I will fulfill that condition."
"If anyone asked, we discussed the amendments to the implementation plan ..." He couldn't finish because his lips were filled with someone else's tongue. Mikołaj felt a very pleasant shiver.
The kiss was passionate and deep, as if Stefan wanted to dominate him completely. He made it. Mikołaj remembered all the pleasures of their only night so far and he wanted them again.
It's not like he didn't remember what it was like to have a man in those few months. He remembered and even fantasized about it, but did not have the courage to pick up someone in the country. The risk was too great. He even thought that maybe some weekend he would go to Amsterdam and try his luck there, but he couldn't do it either. He explained to himself that he was too busy for it, after all, in addition to his duties, he also had those Elwiras, but the truth was that he simply did not have the courage to do so. Mikołaj was subconsciously aware that he would not be able to play such a bold play for the second time. On temptation and fantasies it would end without the appearance of Stefan and his consistent persistence. With it, the temptation grew, and the opportunity came by itself.
"Ummm, oh yeah!" He groaned, returning the kiss, though with less intensity.
The experience was wonderful. He felt its intensity with almost every cell of the body. After returning from vacation, he tried to kiss the girls in this way, but they could not be so possessive, so dominant. He had to take the initiative - always. He lacked the feeling that someone was dominating him and it was not about promiscuous games with women, because he also tried it. At that time it was a game, it came to Stefan completely naturally.
Their lips finally parted, and Mikołaj could take a deep breath. Leaning against the front door, he had trouble staying on his feet, the kiss was so intense. Even his eyes seemed to fog.
"Admit it, you thought of me," Stefan murmured, looking into his face. His hand slipped under Skrzynecki's shirt and caressing his nipple.
"What if so?"
"I'm happy. Very. Because I thought about you too."
"Yeah, sure," he laughed a little nervously.
"I thought," he said, sliding his hand toward Mikołaj's ass. "The night spent with you brought me a lot of pleasure. I often came back to her in my dreams."
Mikołaj felt hot. He could feel the flame on his face, chest, and pants.
"Good joke."
"It's no joke."
Stefan's hand tightened on Skrzynecki's buttock causing a slight pain. Mikołaj bit his lower lip.
"You remember what I like," the Szwedas laughed. "And I remember what you like," he said and poked his finger inside.
"What ...? Fuck, it hurts."
"You like it hot ".
"Then I was a bit drunk."
"Oh yes, I understand. Then that's okay, we'll moisturize you a little."
Stefan turned him around nimbly and pressed him to the door. He quickly pulled pants and briefs off his ass.
"Loosen a little and open your buttocks," he ordered.
Mikołaj swallowed and politely carried out the order. No one has ever conducted it so resolutely at work or even more so in private life. He was always a man who gives orders to others. It came naturally to him. Apparently he was a born leader. Sometimes, however, he wanted someone else to take over responsibility for him, so that he did not have to decide everything. He didn't tell anyone about it. One time he decided to act in accordance with this desire and he felt so good that he now repeated everything without hesitation.
He felt a hot and damp tongue between his buttocks. He groaned in delight. How obscene it was! His head and shoulders rested on the door and a heavy breath came from his chest. Is this really the handsome man, who almost all the women at work were crazy about, licking his anus?
Mikołaj twisted his neck to see. He couldn't stand this view, it was too exciting. He felt the temptation to take care of his penis. He wanted to take one hand from the buttock and touch himself from the front, but he didn't dare do it. After all, there was no such command.
"Oh! Oooooh ...!" He moaned suddenly as someone's finger bursts inside. It was unpleasant, although only at the beginning. His body remembered the pleasure that would follow and he was waiting impatiently for more.
"Does it hurt?" Asked the caressing Stefan.
"No," he stammered. "More…"
Entering the second finger was more difficult and caused more unpleasant sensations, but at the same time brought him new dimensions of pleasure. Two fingers moving in it seemed to push him brutally and at the same time tenderly.
"This ... is ..." he didn't know what he was going to say. The words came out of him. "Uh ..."
"Pleasant?" Suggested Stefan. His voice was so seductively warm and soft that his knees under Mikołaj sagged more.
"Yes."
"I see you like it. And this?"
Mikołaj groaned again. On the head of his penis he felt a touch, first gentle, then stronger, causing chills.
"Oh yeah ...!" He almost shouted. "More ..."
Stefan was not idle. Encouraged by his request with one hand, he continued to play inside, while with the other he began to move along the member of the lover by bombing Mikołaj with dozens of new, wonderful sensations.
Skrzynecki groaned. His body remembered perfectly what such caresses lead to, and his mind ran out to meet future ecstasy. Then, in Tenerife, it was supposed to be one and only night, but now under Stefan's dominant and tender touch, he had to succumb to temptation. His heart, his mind darkened by passion and his impatient body just begged for more.
It was too hard to stand still. He dropped to his knees and propped himself with his hands.
"So you want doggy style? How cute! Really your animal instincts are unmanaged."
"Shut up!" Skrzynecki blushed. When he landed on all fours, he did not think about taking him in this position, it was simply too difficult for him to stand on his feet, but when Stefan suggested it, the idea seemed extremely appealing. "Shut up and do your part."
"Ask. Do you remember how?"
He remembered, but there was no option for him to admit it. Although impatience was almost unbearable, he remained silent.
"Then I will help you remember," the Szwedas took him by the hair and in a voice in which the venom was mixed with sweetness, said: "'Put your cock in me, please.' Come on."
Mikołaj swallowed hard. This guy was playing pretty hard with him, but that was so exciting.
"Put your cock in me, please," he repeated.
"If you ask so politely ..."
He entered it right away, it was long and hard. Mikołaj had the impression that he couldn't bear this pain. He shouted excruciatingly. He screamed every time this huge hot cock moved inside. At first they were cries of pain, but then he was overcome by pleasure. The awareness that he was taken with such intense passion that he evokes so violent, almost even animal impulses was wonderful.
Yes, animal. He felt like a bitch in heat fucked by a Doberman.
"Oh, oh, yeah ..."
"Do you feel so good?"
"So good."
"Always when you make love, are you such a dirty rag?"
"Only when you take me."
"And others?"
"No ... there were no others ..."
"You ... want to tell me ... that I have ... exclusivity ... for ... fucking ... this ... beautiful ... ass?"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Do you really think you are in a position to command me?"
Mikołaj did not have time to react or even figure out what Stefan is talking about when the lover's strong arms raised him upright. Skrzynecki shouted feeling himself changing the angle of penetration. The impression was so unexpected and deep that it darkened his eyes for a moment.
"What ... what are you doing?" He groaned, feeling that his interior would soon be torn apart.
Szwedas lips responded with a kiss on his neck and his hands caressed his nipples. Skrzynecki felt his lover's chest on his back, as hot as his breath. Still thrusting at his throbbing member, he tilted his head back. Their eyes met and then lips and tongues came together.
"I love your body," Stefan confessed, taking his head away from him for a moment. "It's athletic and supple, and your skin is wonderfully smooth. You're really sexy."
Mikołaj smiled contentedly. He had no reason not to believe these words. After all, in Tenerife, out of hundreds of different men, he caught the Szwedas eye. He liked it so much that even a few months after that night, the Szwedas did not give up the hope of intimate meeting again.
And in the meantime there were also women for one night or for several, one more beautiful than the other. They almost all asked him to get them to bed.
"So enjoy it while you can."
"Let you know I will be."
Little of what happened next was remembered by Mikołaj. Stefan gave him so much pleasure that it was only in his mind when he finally fell exhausted by the spasms of pleasure.