PartI–[The Backstory](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ga30xi/quarantined_with_the_landlord_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
Part II–[Ben and Lauren](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gbbsku/quarantined_with_the_landlord_part_ii_mf_cheating/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
Anna rolled the stem of the wineglass between her left thumb and pointer finger, cradling the bowl with her right hand. The squeak as the condensation pulled between the glass and her finger tips was the only sound breaking the eerie silence from the empty street. Mike was going to arrive around midnight. A draft of an email to Ben she’d started and stopped ten times was waiting to be finished. Maybe she wouldn’t send it. They should probably talk. Writing would at least organize her thoughts. She reasoned with herself. He doesn’t actually care. Just finish it so you can both move on. The wine was supposed to take the edge off, mute things just a bit. She only had a sip. Gazing off, she wondered if Mike would want tomato soup or two day old pizza.
She awoke on the couch at 12:30 to the ping of a text message. Mike wanted to know what side of the street to park on. She texted him back, looked around the barely furnished apartment for her shoes, then stumbled out the door and down the stairs to meet him in the lobby. He was crossing the street with an overnight bag and a paper bag. She swung the door open as he reached the curb so he could step right in. Before she said hello, he set down the bag, dropped the luggage, and lifted her off the ground, kissing her. Ben evaporated. “I brought dinner” he proudly declared. “Now where’s that futon?”
Laughing, and punching Mike’s arm, “I have a bed asshole.”
“That definitely undercuts the whole starving artist romanticism.” Laughing, they climbed the three flights of stairs to Anna’s work-in-progress apartment. There was only an oversized couch, coffee table, and TV perched on an overturned storage tote. Anna was counting the days until she could buy furniture and get on with her life.
Mike dropped his bag at the door, and walked to the kitchen. “Chicken Parm or Eggplant?” he asked. “I picked it up on the way out of Maryland, but reheated Italian is exquisite.” Anna, surprised and touched, asked “Can we split them?”
They ate dinner on the floor, finished the already opened wine, and talked about what was going on in Maryland. Mike liked making her happy. She was easy to please. Things were simple when they were together. No expectations. No questions. He loved that she wanted nothing from him. The ride up and every minute since his arrival, he’d thought of how to ask about moving to Pittsburgh too. Lauren was smart and obviously knew. It had to be the last straw for her. She’d want to do mediation and end things as quickly as possible. Lauren was all about efficiency. Massachusetts was a job to him but her home, even though she never wanted to go there in the first place. She could have the house and he’d be free.
They transitioned to the couch and talked about how the gallery was coping. Anna lay with her legs draped over Mike’s lap. He rubbed from her ankles to knees. She fell asleep mid sentence. Picking her up and carrying her to bed, Mike was happy this was going to be his life.
He woke up spooning her, not wanting to move and wake her. Anna was curled up, his left arm a pillow under her head. He wanted to reach for his phone to see what time it was and text Lauren, but resigned himself to waiting. Within minutes though, she began grinding into him, rocking her hips. He touched her leg at the knee, running his hand up her body until he reached her left breast. He massaged it and pulled her body toward him, tight against his chest. Excitedly, she told him, “I thought you’d never wake up.”
Anna tried to free herself and roll over to face him, but Mike grabbed her shoulder, stopping her movement. She’d woken up during the night and undressed, sleeping only in her panties. He felt the goosebumps raise along her neck and down the shoulder as he started kissing her neck. She began grinding into him harder, her gyrations getting longer. Mike sternly told her, “Take your panties off.” Anna removed them and he slid out of his boxers. They returned to the same position, his hand moved from her breast to her neck, and he turned her face to his. They kissed hard, their tongues fighting to enter the other’s mouth. Anna raised her knee and reached between her legs, finding his cock. He was hard. They hadn’t been together in weeks. She took him in her hand and pushed him against her pussy. He could feel she was already wet as she started rocking back and forth, gliding herself along his shaft. Mike’s hand left her neck and traced down her torso until he reached her clit. He began rubbing, applying gentle pressure as she rocked her body away from him. They continued, until Mike decided he wanted to watch her suck his cock. He rolled away and stood up. “Sit at the edge of the bed.” Smiling, Anna did as she was told. He step toward her and she took him in her right hand at the base and ran his head across her lips. Then she began swirling her tongue under the tip and along the shaft. He let out a satisfied moan and told her he needed this. Anna closed her eyes and began taking him into her mouth, inch by inch. Her free hand slid up his stomach. She gradually increased her pace and Mike felt his legs start to weaken. Anna was taking him in deeply, almost gagging. She ached to be touched. She removed her left hand from his body to rub her pussy, but before she could start, Mike told her “Do not touch yourself.” Still swallowing his cock, she looked up and saw him smiling back at her smugly. Anna hated him in that moment, but knew it would pay off. Mike placed his hands on her shoulders and began rocking his hips in rhythm with her right hand. He continued, until he felt himself approaching the edge.
He pulled his hips away and lifted her up to him. They kissed deeply. He squeezed her shoulders before pushing her back to the bed, rolling her over. Anna lifted her hips, shaking her ass as if Mike need to be enticed. He straddled her legs, and slid the head of his cock along her pussy. The anticipation was killing her, “Please fuck me.” Mike reached up, wrapping his right hand around the back of her neck and pushed her into the mattress, the heel of his hand between her shoulders. He continued teasing her. He knew he’d slide in easily. “Please Mi…,” but before she could finish, he jammed his cock into her pussy. Anna moaned, bending her knees in satisfaction. Her calfs hit Mike’s back. Her ass was pushed up against his thighs.
She’d waited hours for this, trying to sense the moment Mike woke up, her mind raced. She turned her head to the right, ran her hands through her hair, and looked over her shoulder. The intent look on Mike’s face as he watched his cock slide in and out of her was satisfying. It was good to know someone wanted her so badly. Without warning, Mike grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head. He stretched out on top of her, his chest pressed against her back. With his lips at her ear, he told her, “For the last two weeks, all I’ve wanted to do is fuck you.” He quickened his pace, trying to rock only his hips as he balanced on his knees, holding her body down. Anna loved the feel of his weight, of being driven into the mattress. As he penetrated her with each stroke, she moaned low and slowly, but her breath quickened.
Sensing her building orgasm, Mike felt in control of her body. It had only been since the start of the semester, and they’d only been together a dozen times, but he could read her. He whispered, almost growling into her ear, “Rub your clit.” He released her wrists and raised himself up on his hands, arching his back to keep their pelvises in line. Once he felt her position herself, he started fucking her faster, but pushed as deep as possible with each stroke.
Anna wanted to cum, but they’d never finished simultaneously. She wanted to show him he wasn’t in total control. Lightly grazing her clit with her finger tip, she flexed her spine to drive her ass up and open wider for Mike. She felt him increase his pace to accommodate the new sensation and knew he couldn’t last much longer. His hands left the mattress and took her by the hips. “Never stop fucking me!” she exclaimed to push him further as she started directly stimulating her clit. She felt her pulse quicken. Mike’s breath shortened. His lower abdomen started to tingle and contract as he felt his cock swell. Watching Anna bite her lower lip as she slightly moaned told him she was close. “Cum” he ordered as he felt his first load fill her pussy. Anna buried her face in the mattress, yelling as she tightened around his cock and her hips contracted with her orgasm. He felt two more loads empty into her. Almost instantly, he could feel his cock shrink inside her as he caught his breath and the tunnel vision that came with his orgasm receded. He stepped back from her and flopped on the bed. Anna tuned her face to the left and breathed slowly, filling her lungs to relax herself. She rolled onto her side to face him, “You slept way too late.”
Refusing to let her have the quip, he answered, “But look what I accomplished thanks to all that rest.” She smiled back at him. “Shut up. I love you.” The moment the words left her mouth, she froze. Anxiety set in and her stomach sank. She could feel her body tingling, preparing her to run from the room and out of the building. Reflexively, she leaned in, kissed his cheek, and sprang from the bed. “I have to wash all this sex off me.” She went to the bathroom, leaving the door open. Mike heard the shower run and steam started rolling into the bedroom.
He was stunned. She loves me? How long had she felt that? He rose out of bed, surprised but thankful she said it first. Of course she had feelings. How could she not? He walked to the kitchen and rooted through her cabinets, finding only instant coffee. Returning to the bedroom to dress, he yelled, “I’m going to run out, I can’t drink coffee flavored water.”
She answered, “There’s a deli three blocks south…if you hit a river you went to far.” Mike smiled to himself. He told her he’d be back in twenty minutes and asked where her keys were.
Once she heard the door close, Anna immediately decompressed. She reasoned with herself. Mike obviously knew she meant she loved his demeanor, his sense of humor, his smug persona. Fuck. What do I say when he comes back? Nothing. Explaining it would just call attention to how awkward it was. He’s smart, he knows I’m not some starry eyed girl. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Anna cursed herself. The thrill of sneaking around was gone, but a visit every few months on his way to or from conferences would be fun. Hopefully she hadn’t driven him away.
Mike walked down the street. Pittsburgh was unique. He liked the architecture. The Warhol signs everywhere were a bit much, but it was distinct. Once he was away from Lauren, this would be a fun place to regroup and sort out whatever came next. And Anna wanted him here, and that was enough. He wondered what he should get her for breakfast. Things were looking up.
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