Page 26 of Dance This Song With Me?

"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.