The hotel chair

Different man, different dark. I booked the room myself. Pavel is forty. He is not staff and he is not Jonas. I sat in the armchair in a charcoal sweater and black trousers, hair pulled back, the city a smear in the window, a plain mirror leaning where I had turned it. I made him stand and listen before a button moved. I want to ride your cock with it in my ass. I want my fingers in my cunt while I do it. I want you to praise me, and if I say eclipse you lift me off and we are done. I have the bottle in my bag. He repeated eclipse. He said he wanted exactly that. Good. Then I let the night start.

I stripped because I like the moment the decision becomes skin. I slicked his cock with my own hand and climbed into his lap in the chair, facing him, one knee on the cushion. I reached under, lined him up, and sank until his cock was in my ass. The stretch made me swear. I stayed there, full, and told him not to thrust yet. My cunt was empty and dripping on his stomach. I slid two fingers into my cunt and ground down so his cock shifted in my ass. He groaned. I said now you can meet me. He fucked up into my ass in short strokes while I fucked my cunt with my fingers.

I looked in the mirror because I wanted to see my own face taking it. He watched the mirror too and said what I had asked to hear. You are taking my cock so well. Your ass looks greedy. I want to feel you come. The praise made my cunt clench on my fingers. I rode his cock harder, sweater gone, hair falling out of the knot, and I came with his cock deep in my ass, a long pulse, my cunt soaking my hand. I told him to fuck my ass through it. He did, both hands on my waist only as tight as I pressed them there.

I wanted him inside this time. I said come in my ass. He held still when I sat all the way down, and his cock pulsed in my ass, heat, a broken sound against my throat. I stayed on him until it finished, then lifted off and felt it leak. I laughed, because the chair had survived and I had not pretended to be milder than I am. I showered. He could sleep or leave. He left when I asked, kind about it. I slept in the hotel bed alone, eclipse unused, already fond of the dark I had paid for.