Chapter 17
EMILIO
We did more than kiss.
I leapt across the remaining space between us, knocking Lucas onto his back on the sofa.
He let out a cute squeal as I landed on top of him but that was the end of talking as I claimed his mouth.
His lips were firm and warm and welcoming beneath mine, and when I probed at them with my tongue, he opened immediately.
Carajo! he tasted good. So fucking good.
And I'd missed him. The heat of his mouth, the slide of his tongue against mine, even the rasp of our bristles against each other.
One night with him was never going to have been enough.
He must have felt the same way, because we kissed like we were starved, our dicks thickening between us.
I ground my hips against his, rubbing my cock along the length of his and ignoring the bite of pain as his zipper dug into me through my sweats.
Was my head spinning from all the blood rushing down below?
Or was it from relief and excitement that he was mine?
I ground my pelvis into his as I devoured his mouth and my hands began to wander.
Lucas struggled to flip me over, but I grabbed his hands and held them above his head as I continued grinding on him. The feeling of our cloth-covered dicks rubbing against each other exciting me even more.
"No, mi amor. Tonight you are all mine."
Beneath me, Lucas shook his head, the tight blond curls rasping against the fabric, a faintly panicked look crossing his face.
"Remember I..."
"Relax, guapo, I know you like to top." I placed another soft kiss on those lips, all glistening and swollen already. "I'm going to ride you right here on the sofa."
I felt the whole-body shiver that ran through Lucas. Clearly he was on board with this idea. His dick certainly was. I felt it press harder up against me.
"Keep your hands up here for me," I murmured.
This close, different shades of blue were visible in the grey of his irises, including pale blue almost white flecks that made his eyes seem to sparkle.
His pupils were enormous, and he stirred restlessly beneath me, trapped there by my hips.
His shallow breaths came rapid and almost pained, the pulse fluttering at the base of a neck already flushed by arousal.
"Hurry the fuck up," he gritted out through clenched teeth.
One corner of my lips quirked up. I wasn't going to hurry - not yet - but I wasn't going to tell him that. I wanted to draw this out, stretching it out in delicious agony, letting the anticipation wind him up until he was desperate. I wanted him begging for my ass.
Trusting him to keep his hands where I'd put them above his head, I slipped one hand under his shirt, sliding it up until my fingers found his nipple, already tight and hard. I flicked it with my fingernail and Lucas grunted.
"Sensitive, are we?" I teased, flicking it again.
All I got back was another grunt.
"Let's see if you're as sensitive on this side," I said, pinching the other one.
"Oh, fuck!"
"Mmm-mm. So responsive. I like that," I mused, pretending I wasn't going out of my mind with the need to feel him in me. I needed to slow myself down.
Wriggling my hips down so our cocks weren't pressing against each other, I rucked his shirt up until his chest was exposed and my mouth closed over one nipple, sucking on it.
Lucas groaned, his back arching off the sofa.
I licked and sucked and nibbled until he was a blathering, sweating mess and his poor, abused nipple was swollen and red before turning my attention to the other.
Lucas was writhing, hands still obediently above his head, as his chest pressed harder into my mouth.
He whimpered, and I let the nipple slip from my mouth.
I made my way down his body with wet, open-mouthed kisses until I reached the waistband of his jeans.
"These have to go," I told him. But when he began to lower his hands, I said, "No! I'll do it."
His hands returned to their position with a grumble.
"Jesus, Emi, get on with it."
"Tsk-tsk. Such impatience. You need to learn self-control, mi amor."
"Fuck you!"
"We'll get to that, once I'm ready," I smiled at his impatience.
I flicked the button of his fly open with a pop and the pressure from his dick did the work of sliding the zipper down.
Lucas' sigh of relief was followed by a gasp as I leaned down, my tongue swiping the engorged head of his cock where it peeked over the waistband of his briefs.
The salty taste of his pre-cum tingled on my tongue.
"F-u-c-k," he croaked, muscles going rigid.
Releasing him from his underwear, I took him in my mouth, engulfing his shaft until my nose was buried in his pubes and his cock bumping up against the back of my throat.
His musky, manly smell filled my nose, the coarse hairs scratched my face.
I inhaled deeply, then retreated, releasing all but the head of his cock.
I sucked on it, running my tongue over and under the glans, relishing his shudder each time my tongue flicked at the tight band underneath.
His breathing stuttered. Wet slurpy sounds and Lucas' soft moans and whimpers filled the room as I started blowing him in earnest.
More pre-cum leaked into my mouth. My dick pulsed. Reaching down with one hand, I slipped my hand inside my waistband where my erection was desperate for attention, and stroked myself with the same rhythm as I was giving his cock.
Lucas moaned, thrust into my mouth. "Please..." he begged, closing his eyes, his face twisting as though in agony.
It was hot hearing him beg. My dick gave another pulse and wet streaked across my palm.
I felt my balls draw up. Quickly I squeezed the base of my shaft to stave off the incoming orgasm.
Too soon. I wanted to be riding that fucking big cock of his when I came, but I wasn't going to last long, not this time.
I released his cock with an obscene plop.
"Don't move." I scrambled off him and shucked my sweats off, my cock bouncing hard against my abdomen. Lucas' clothes were next - shoes hit the wall somewhere behind me, and socks, jeans and briefs landed... somewhere.
Lucas cracked an eye open, his head half lifting to see what I was doing, but he obediently didn't move his hands.
"Mierda!" Half-way into climbing back on top of him, I stopped, realizing what I'd forgotten.
"What's wrong?"
"Supplies. They're in the bedroom. I'll have to..."
Lucas' head thrashed around wildly on the sofa cushion. "No," he said breathlessly, "back pocket of my jeans."
Climbing back down, I retrieved two small packets from the pocket, my hands trembling so hard I nearly dropped them. Ripping one open, I slathered lube onto my fingers and reached around to open myself up.
Lucas watched, eyes dark, tongue caught between his teeth.
"Damn, next time I want to do that," he said. All I could do was grunt. I was so damn desperate to have him inside me. I bit down on my lip as I hurriedly worked.
"That's got to do," I groaned. "Carajo, I need you inside me."
I tore open the plastic of the second sachet with my teeth and pulled out the condom, rolling it down over his thick rod, which was already leaking and pulsing with need.
I squeezed out the last of the lube onto his dick, then climbed back onto the sofa, squatting over him and positioning the head of his cock against my hole.
I drew in a deep breath. "Ready?" I asked him. Lucas grunted and nodded. His body trembled with the effort of staying still. My eyes fluttered closed as I began to lower myself onto him. I wobbled as my foot slipped off the edge of the narrow couch and his dick slid sideways.
"Let me help?"
"Please."
Lucas brought his hands down and held his cock steady, allowing me to put one on the sofa back to support myself as I lowered myself down. The pressure against my ring was intense, and I held myself steady, thighs trembling, until the sphincter gave way and the head of Lucas' cock popped through.
Dios! I'd forgotten how big he felt inside me.
I needed a few breaths to relax and accept the intrusion, before sliding my way slowly further down as he stretched me wider and wider.
At this angle he was buried more deeply inside me than the last time we fucked.
My ass bumped against his thighs, the coarse hair of his balls scratching the tender flesh around my hole.
"Fuck!" Lucas' teeth were clenched, body rigid as he held himself still, the muscles cording in his neck, the pulse racing at the base.
I rose up and eased myself down, trying to find some sort of rhythm. The muscles in my legs quivered with the awkward position, and I had to steady myself with the seatback. The bed would have been a better choice.
"Okay?" asked Lucas. Glancing up, the intensity in his eyes would have made me come if I wasn't concentrating so hard on sliding up and down without falling off the couch.
"Uh-huh."
"Can I take over?"
"Sure."
His hands reached for my hips, then slammed me down harder against his pelvis, as he bucked up into me, pushing deeper.
"Dios mío!" I shouted. "Again!"
Somehow we got a rhythm going, with Lucas pulling me down onto him, while thrusting as best he could, and me bouncing up and down on his cock on my trembling legs, my own dick slapping against my belly with the movement.
Things were getting slippery, with sweat dripping down my chest and onto Lucas.
His hair was matted and dark with his sweat, and dark patches stained his shirt where it was rucked up.
The hairs of his chest glistened. His entire body was flushed red, and I guessed mine was too from the heat surging through me.
We found a good rhythm, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against damp skin filling the room, interspersed with grunts and groans and panting as we headed towards a crescendo.
"Fuck yourself!" shouted Lucas. "Fuck yourself on my cock like you own me!"
I moaned, so turned on by his words I couldn't speak.
As we sped up, I used my free hand to stroke myself. The pressure in my groin was intense, and my balls began to tighten, when with a cry, Lucas thrust up extra hard into me and held me there.
"I'm coming!" he cried. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me up.
Giving myself a couple quick pulls and twisting my hand over the head, I let fly, my semen spurting onto Lucas' abdomen and chest. When I was done, a puddle of jizz pooled on his abdomen, a trickle ran down his side heading for the sofa, and globules of the stuff hung in the coarse dark hairs of his chest. He was a fucking mess, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
From the way he lay boneless on the sofa cushion, eyes closed, blissed out face, Lucas didn't mind at all.