Chapter 12
LUCAS
It was one week since our after-lesson dinner at the Thai place with the amazing food.
Now a knot formed in my guts, a nasty ball of tension that ached like an uneasy stomach in a shifting sea.
This was goodbye.
I'd had my six free lessons with Emilio and he'd declared me good enough to dance with any guy, so I should have been happy. I was on track with my plan to get close to that guy I'd been dreaming about for weeks.
Only, lately, when I'd been taking care of myself, it hadn't been that guy who'd come to mind.
More and more, it had been thoughts of Emi that had invaded my fantasies, and I'd been powerless to stop them.
As a result, I hadn't jacked off for a couple of weeks - since I couldn't do that and then face him at lessons.
Consequently, I was now distinctly, desperately, horny.
But more than that, I just didn't want to say goodbye.
I liked Emi.
Sure, he'd had made it clear he wasn't looking for a relationship with anyone.
'One and done,' he'd told me. Fair enough.
That didn't mean we couldn't have a little fun though, especially as this was our last lesson.
After today, I'd have no reason to see him again, but equally it meant there was nothing stopping us from making the most of our last hours together.
Sure, I'd kinda sworn off hookups, but that was mainly from boredom.
Emi was anything but boring. He was lively, outgoing, funny, and sexy as fuck.
This afternoon's lesson had been no exception, he'd had me in stitches a lot of the time, though I suspected it was in part to get past the awkwardness of the sensual moves I was trying to master.
We'd spent the entire lesson so close up in each other's business that I could almost inhale him.
The heat of his skin where my arm lay over his, the scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of male sweat, his hot breath on my neck...
it wasn't surprising I lost my concentration from time to time.
Trodden on toes were the least of our problems.
By the end of the lesson, I was convinced I needed to fuck him, just to get him out of my system.
After that, we'd both go back to our regular lives without a backward glance.
I had a hot guy to pursue and Emi wasn't interested in repeats anyway.
No problem. Except I wasn't 100 percent sure he was interested in following through on his flirting.
It had been six weeks and he hadn't made any kind of move.
Maybe flirty was just his default setting.
"You're a good follower now," said Emi. He looked hot as fuck running both his hands through his sweaty hair making it look even wilder than usual and triggering a bit of a situation for me down below. "I'd be happy to dance with you if I saw you at a dance."
"Thanks Emi. I really appreciate it."
"So that's the end of our professional relationship, okay? We're done here, right?" Emilio seemed to be closing the door on us. Done with the lessons, done with me.
The knot in my stomach dropped lower, disappointment turning it into lead. The flirting had really just been that, with no serious intent to follow through.
"Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess." My shoulders sagged, but I did my best to muster a smile. It felt fake even to me and I dropped my gaze.
"Hey," Emi's voice had taken on a different timbre...
deeper, warmer, more suggestive. My head swung up at the change.
A twinkle of mischief highlighted the dark chocolate brown of his eyes making them breathtakingly sexy.
The rings he wore in each ear caught the studio lights, twinkling like stars.
A smirk tweaked the corner of his mouth, drawing my eyes to his soft, mobile lips.
He leaned in closer, his warm breath feathering over my ear sending shivers down my spine.
"So if we aren't teacher and student anymore, that changes everything, right?" One dark eyebrow raised suggestively. "Wanna go for a drink? Or can I just drink you down here?"
Fuck, that was... unexpected. I swallowed. Hard. And yeah, that too. Instant boner.
Emi's smirk widened. Fuck, he knew.
"O-okay, let's go for that drink."
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One drink became two. Became three. We talked less than usual, the weight of what we both knew was going to happen filling the gaps in the conversation.
All my awareness was focused on the heat of Emi's hand where it lay in the small of my back as we left the pub an hour later, slightly buzzed but only enough to take the edge off any nerves.
It was that in-between hour - still early, the darkness only just beginning to claim the sky in the east, a golden glow silhouetting the buildings off to the west. A few cars had their headlights on already and the footpath was crowded as offices emptied out for the day and people made their way home.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"My place. I'm a couple of blocks this way," replied Emilio.
A cool space opened up on my back where his hand had been, but even as I registered the loss of his touch, his hand found mine.
We'd held hands plenty as part of the lessons, but this was different.
This held intent - intent felt in the warmth blossoming between his skin and mine, the rough scratch of the callouses on our palms, the brush of a fingernail against softer skin.
A fizzy, happy feeling bubbled up inside me.
I must have looked weird or something because Emilio laughed, a wide open-mouthed laugh full of good humor.
"Come on, guapo, I can't make out if you're terrified or you've seen a ghost. I'm not a serial killer, you know."
"I'm just surprised. I thought you were going to kick me out of the studio today without even a proper goodbye," I protested, "and now this! I wasn't even sure you were into me."
Emilio snorted as if this were stupid.
"I'll give you a proper goodbye, don't worry about it," he grinned, pulling me closer.
His chest brushed up against mine. At this distance, the faint yeasty scent of the beer on his breath tickled my nostrils and his dark chocolate eyes looking into mine promised all sorts of unspeakable things.
I wanted those things. It was hard to breathe, looking into those intense eyes.
I shivered, the pressure in my pants uncomfortable.
"Are we good here?" I asked when eventually I mastered control of my voice. I looked around.
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine," he assured me, stepping back and releasing me from the spell I'd fallen under. "Relax. This is my part of town. Besides I know most of the locals."
It was true. As we passed the cafés and restaurants with their tables sprawled across the sidewalk, people called out to him. Sometimes it was the customers, often the staff. Emi greeted them all enthusiastically but didn't slow down or stop long enough to introduce me.
"Who's your new beau?" shouted someone from a doorway. Emi's dark locks flew around his head, as he flipped off the question, not answering. The tug on my hand became more insistent and we sped up.
"He's in a hurry today..." Hoots and whistles followed us as we cleared the last café and were speed walking past old brick houses.
"Are you ashamed of me or something?" I joked, as he dragged me along.
"Hardly. Can't get you home fast enough. Besides, I don't want to stop long enough for those jokers to notice my problem here," he made a gesture, leading my eyes downward to where, yeah, he had a visible problem, his pants obviously tented. "I'll never stop hearing about it."
"Oh, yeah, we better do something about that," I agreed, and we both sped up.
Around the corner and halfway up the street, Emi led me through a small wooden gate. A concrete path led up to an old red brick house, probably built around the time of the war and which had been meticulously renovated. A couple of steps led up to a small verandah.
A wooden window frame, inset with four small glass panels, overlooked the verandah where an old-fashioned cane chaise was situated up against the wall. In the daytime, it would be a great position for observing the garden.
Emi jiggled his keys back and forth in the lock of the front door, which eventually opened into a dark hallway with doorways opening off to the left and right, typical of houses built in that era.
"I share with a couple of mates," he told me, not giving me time to look around properly as he pulled me into the second room on the right.
I barely had time to see the neatly made bed and the pile of clothes on the dresser before my back slammed up against the wall, and Emi's lips were pressed against mine, his mouth slightly open, wet and warm, tasting faintly of hops.
We kissed hungrily, weeks of built-up tension - at least on my part - finally released.
Tongue rasped against tongue, hungry and insistent. Fuck, yeah.
Emi's hands were everywhere, sliding under my t-shirt, ignoring the dried sweat from hours before. My hands slid down the back of his pants, kneading the soft skin of his ass, while his hand reached down to squeeze my package which was straining to be released.
"Fuck," I groaned, pulling back from the kiss.
Emi's eyes were hooded, the pupils so blown his eyes looked black.
"I wasn't joking," he said. "I want to suck you off."
Who was I to say no? Fuck, a hot guy like this wanting to suck me off... yes, please. I really wanted to bone him, but I was never saying no to a bj, and besides my refractory period wasn't bad, maybe we'd get around to doing both.
"Please..." I whined, my dick desperate to escape from my pants.
With a final squeeze, I slid my hands out of his pants, undid my fly, and freed my dick.
The cockhead was already leaking, the glans an angry plum color.
Emi dropped to his knees, grabbed the base of my dick with one calloused hand and fed the tip into his mouth.
The sudden wet warmth made me groan. He wrapped his tongue around the head, sliding and probing, flicking at the frenulum. "Fuck..."
"Mmm-mm." Emilio sucked hungrily, his mouth sliding down and back up my pole. I whimpered as his teeth gently grazed a trail along the sensitive skin of my shaft.
"Do that again," I begged. I'd never had a partner use his teeth like that before, and I was surprised how good it felt over my sensitive cock.
He did it again, then set to work like a hungry man. Fuck. I looked down at the mass of dark brown hair jigging up and down as Emi worked my shaft over, sucking and sliding, his hand jacking me off in time to his slurps, the sound obscenely loud in the room. My thighs began to shake.
"God, I'm getting close," I blathered, feeling the familiar pressure as my balls tightened.
Emi stopped sucking and looked up at me, spit and pre-cum glistening on his lips. He looked so hot with his wet swollen lips stretched wide around my thick dick, that I nearly shot in his mouth just from the sight.
His eyes were dark as night, but they twinkled like the stars. He knew exactly the effect his talented mouth had on me and he loved it.
He winked.
Sucked me back down.
Removed his hands from my dick.
Grabbed my ass cheeks and shoved me deeper.
Deep-throated me.
I couldn't stand it anymore, and with a soul-deep groan unloaded down his throat.