Page 20 of Dance This Song With 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.