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Emi's expression was soft. "Eh, guapo, that's exactly what I mean. If I'm going to break my rule for you, I'm going to smash it to pieces."

"Ooh! Does that mean we can kiss now?"

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."