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"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.

Chapter 18

LUCAS

I opened my eyes, momentarily disorientated. The soft comfort of the mattress was unfamiliar, as was the ceiling, which was oddly plain. A shaft of bright light ran across the stark white illuminating a large swatch of the ceiling. When I turned my head I saw the ill-fitting blind in the window, and the dark, tousled haired man lying on his side watching me with his intense brown eyes. The corners of his lips danced upwards into a smile as he saw I was awake.

"Good morning, guapo," he said. Emi leaned across to press a firm but chaste kiss to my lips. The gravel rash from our kissing session last night stung, but in a good way. I was happy to feel the burn as his stubble rubbed over my abraded skin. That clever mouth had done all manner of dirty things to me over the course of the night, but I was still hungry for his kiss.

There was no doubt, Emi was a fucking god in bed. But more than that, he was the sweetest, kindest, bundle of fun energy.

We'd moved from that uncomfortable couch to the bedroom after fucking and then spent the rest of the night exploring all the ways we could excite each other in Emi's bed. At one point in the night, there'd been a loud rapping on the closed bedroom door and a stranger's voice yelled out, "C'mon Emi, shut the fuck up, it's the middle of the night. Some of us want to sleep!" Then a door had slammed further down the corridor.

Emi hadn't skipped a beat and hadn't quietened down either. Sometime in the early hours of the morning, we must have fallen asleep.

From the brightness of the light running across the ceiling, the day was already well advanced. I didn't want to rush out; the soft mattress and crumpled sheets, the heat from Emi's body close to mine, the pillow that smelled of him, and the odor of sex on the sheets... I could have stayed here all day. My half-hard cock lay trapped between our bodies but neither of us made a move to progress things beyond the kiss. I doubted there was anything left in my balls, and anyway, after the pounding he'd taken last night, I'd have been surprised if Emi were able to sit for a week. Of course, there were plenty of other things we could do, but this quiet, affectionate kissing was perfect for right now. It felt connected and gentle in ways that made something, maybe excitement, fizz in my abdomen.

Emi broke the kiss and rolled off me. I yawned and rubbed at my face.

"You wore me out last night, Emi."

He laughed, the sheets slipping lower around his hips, exposing his firm buttocks as he sat up. I was pleased to see the dark red mark where I'd been sucking last night.

"Then we have to restore your energy. Did you have any plans for today?"

"No, it's Saturday. Sleeping in?" I said hopefully.

"Good," Emi said cheerfully, lips parting in one of his wide grins as he totally ignored my suggestion. "We can start our date with breakfast."

"What about my sleep-in?" I groaned.

"Next time," he said. "I'm hungry and there's a cafe on the corner that serves the best coffee and croissants."

"Mmm... okay, yeah. That sounds good." Perfect even, since there was also going to be a next time. It meant Emi was serious about the dating thing. I hadn't been entirely sure he wouldn't change his mind about discarding his rules after a second session together. From things he'd said previously, this was a huge change for him. Would he stick with it though?