Page 19 of Dance This Song With Me?

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.