Chapter 13
EMILIO
I loved sucking dick. And Lucas' big, fat cock was a monster. It brought tears to my eyes sucking on that damn thing.
After nutting down my throat with the dirtiest of groans, Lucas slid down the wall, his eyes closed, a look of bliss on his face. I knew I'd done good even before he said it.
"Fuck that was amazing," he murmured. "Just give me a minute..."
I hoped he didn't want too long, because my dick had been straining at my pants all the way home and I'd nearly lost it just watching him come undone.
"I wanna fuck," I said.
From zero to a hundred in a fraction of a second, Lucas' posture stiffened.
Shit. Maybe I'd said the wrong thing. We hadn't talked specifically about what we were going to do tonight.
Maybe Lucas was one of those guys that didn't do anal.
Which was fine, of course, but I loved it.
Typical me, rushing in without thinking.
"Unless you're not into that," I added, hurriedly. "Sorry, I guess we should have talked about this before."
"No, it's fine, I want to, but I don't bottom. I'm a top. Is that gonna be okay for you?"
A wave of relief swept over me. "Oh, that's cool. I'm vers, and I love bottoming."
Lucas smiled. He looked relieved. Then he grinned. "Think we can move this to the bed? I don't think my legs are gonna keep me upright after that."
"Help yourself." I started shucking off my shoes and socks, hooked my thumbs under my waistband and pulled my pants and underwear down. My cock bobbed happily in the cool air as I dragged my clothes all the way off. The shirt joined the rest of the clothes in an untidy pile on the floor.
Climbing onto the bed, I crawled up to the headboard and lay on my back, watching Lucas strip off. The mattress sagged as he joined me on the bed, his cock already half hard again.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
I thought about all the many ways I liked it. What did I want tonight?
"Hands and knees," I said, turning over onto all fours. "Supplies are in the nightstand."
"Okay. Let me know if this is too much." Lucas's hands kneaded my ass, then parted my cheeks. I shuddered as a cool wisp of air brushed over my hole, followed by the rasp of Lucas' wet tongue.
"Is that okay?"
"Uh-huh, yeah. More. Please."
Lucas' tongue went back to making me feel good, as it circled and probed, lapping at my hole.
"Tell me if you like this," he said, finally pushing his tongue inside.
"Ung..." I couldn't speak. I fucking loved it but it rendered me speechless. Luckily, Lucas seemed to understand, fucking me with his tongue until I was gasping, arms and thighs trembling. My arms gave way, dropping me to the mattress.
Lucas' tongue withdrew, and a hand appeared on the small of my back.
"Hold on." The sound of a drawer sliding open in the nightstand was followed by scratching as Lucas pulled a condom from the box I kept there.
Something heavy landed on the mattress with a bounce, and rolled against me.
The cold bottle made gooseflesh rise on my thigh and I shivered with anticipation.
"Fingers first," Lucas warned me. A cold dribble of lube ran down my crack moments before I felt the pressure of Lucas' finger pressing against my hole. The finger slipped inside easily enough and he fucked me with it gently. "Still okay?"
"Yes, easy. Do two."
A second finger slid inside, making me grunt as it stretched me. It stung a little.
"More lube."
"Okay." Fingers partly withdrew. I heard the pumping of the nozzle, then the fingers slid in slowly, stretching me.
Carajo, it felt so good. I couldn't wait for it to be his cock filling me.
Lucas began pumping his fingers in and out.
"Carajo, that's it. Give me your cock! Fill me up! I don't wanna wait anymore."
Lucas' fingers disappeared, leaving me feeling empty and needy. I swore impatiently to myself in Spanish as the crackling of the condom wrapper sounded behind me.
The spluttering of the lube bottle...
Blunt pressure... Increasing...
"Relax," Lucas's soothing voice washed over me as his hand firmly but gently gripped my hip, holding me in place. "Let me in."
Sweat prickled at my nape. I let out a long breath, allowing my muscles to relax as I did, and immediately felt a pop as the head of his cock slid past my ring.
"Dios."
"Breathe."
I dragged in a shuddering breath. "Carajo, you're big!"
"Thank you - I think." Lucas' voice was strained. "Are you okay? Tell me when I can..."
"Now!" I groaned. It was hard to speak, but that was the end of words, because Lucas didn't need to be told twice.
He pounded into me, thrusting as far as he could go, time and again, 'til the sweat dripped off both of us, our grunts and groans filling the room along with the filthy slapping of skin on skin.
With the increasing urgency of his thrusts, another side of Lucas emerged.
"Take it, Emi, take it hard. I've wanted to stick my dick in you for days."
I moaned. My legs shook. Lucas withdrew, and I fucking whimpered. His firm hand pushed me down onto the mattress, and he scrambled backwards off the bed until he was standing, pulling me with him to the edge of the mattress.
"I'm gonna fuck you like I own you. Gonna fuck you so hard..."
I gave a manly whimper, desperate for his cock again.
It slid in easier this time, filling me so full as he slammed into me.
"Take it, Emi. Take my cock..."
The dirty talk pushed me closer and closer to the edge as he pounded me into the mattress.
The abrasion from sliding back and forth across the sheets was painful and arousing, the pressure building in my balls and at the base of my cock, pulsing and...
I shouted as I came, the semen shooting out and pooling beneath me in a warm puddle that quickly cooled as it soaked through the mattress.
Moments later, Lucas' thrusts became erratic, and with an agonized cry, he went over the edge himself, his cock pulsing inside me as he gave a few final thrusts and collapsed on top of me, half on and half off the bed.
"Fuck, that was amazing," he said, breathlessly, as he rolled off and climbed up onto the bed, lying there in an exhausted heap on his back, chest heaving, dragging in great gasps of air. I crawled up and lay beside him, listening to the pounding of my pulse in my ear, and Lucas' ragged breathing.
"You were amazing," I told him, leaning across and giving him an appreciative kiss before slumping in a boneless heap beside him.
Por dios, the man could fuck. I couldn't remember enjoying a good fuck like that in forever. It didn't hurt that he was a good guy too. Such a shame it was just one night and wasn't going to happen again, but he knew the score and I wasn't foolish enough to break my own rule.
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Something was off.
I couldn't quite get my head around what it was, but for days I hadn't felt right. I was nervy and restless, unable to settle at anything for long.
I'd had a meeting today with one of my clients, and he'd finally put his pen down on the desk with a definitive clack and said to me, "Emilio, is something wrong? I don't like to say it, but you're driving me up the wall with your constant jiggling."
The offending knee stilled with an effort, and I said with a sigh, "I've just got a lot going on at the moment.
It's fine." I didn't want to tell him I had no idea what the problem was, but fortunately due to this being a professional relationship rather than a personal one, he let it drop.
For my part, I spent the rest of the meeting concentrating on keeping my body parts still.
It was hard to concentrate. I kept replaying scenes from my night with Lucas over and over in my mind: the filthy noises he made as I sucked him off, Lucas sliding down the wall, eyes closed and blissed out, the way he'd flipped me over on the bed and mounted me, his dirty words as he fucked me into the mattress...
Finally, I'd had enough. I didn't usually think twice about a hookup once it was over, unless it was while I stroked myself off in the shower.
So I was fairly certain I'd built this up in my mind for some unknown and stupid reason, and all it would take to bring me to my senses would be to see him again.
I knew how I could do it too. Courtesy of being Aunt Macie for those few weeks - which I had not told Lucas about - I knew why he was learning to dance.
He'd told me in his email there was a dancer he wanted to pursue.
That alone told me I had no reason to still be thinking about him, but it did mean I knew where to go to see him again.
There was a big social dance scheduled for this coming Friday, and anyone serious about dancing would be there.
There was going to be a live band and hours of social dancing.
For sure Lucas would be there hunting for his dream guy.
I made a mental note to go along for a while, long enough to get Lucas out of my system.
Decision made, I already felt more settled, and the rest of the week passed quickly.