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Juri

Even the fuck with Hector hadn’t been able to completely release the pressure that had built up for days. My body craved satisfaction, and now, with Luca lying naked in front of me, my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t remember ever having had such a toned and well-shaped body in bed before.

Luca wasn't a hulking man. Though more muscular than me, he still had a wiry build. The sight of his six-pack made me swallow hard. His tense upper arms weakened me. His chest muscles and small dark nipples were irresistible.

I knelt between his legs, my broken foot behind me over the edge of the bed and caressed his perfect upper body.

Each of my touches made him shudder and tense his muscles.

I continued until he got used to me and relaxed under my warm hands.

In the process, blood gathered in his penis and slowly erected it.

Luca gripped the pillow tightly under my greedy gaze, swallowing expectantly and looking at me with a longing sparkle in his eyes.

“How can someone be so sexy?” I whispered and kneaded his abdominal muscles.

His cock twitched and cried out for attention. Luca exhaled. I stroked his thighs, first on the outside, then on the inside. He shuddered and pushed out his chest.

“Do you like that?” I asked, fondling the area next to his balls.

He nodded, but I saw uncertainty flicker across his face.

I stroked his belly again, leaned over him, and stared deep into his eyes.

The touch of our lips sent a tingling sensation over my skin.

I kissed Luca, invaded his mouth with my tongue, and absorbed his scent.

Luca hastily wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.

Pulling away from his lips, I kissed down his neck, chest, and stomach. He whimpered as I made sure not to touch his penis.

“What are you doing to me?” He closed his eyes and moaned.

I laughed and dove even deeper. “Don’t worry. It’ll get its turn. But first, this.”

As soon as he realized where I was going, he spread his legs even wider.

God, the guy was flexible. I put a hand on the back of his left thigh and pushed the leg back a bit more.

I kissed a trail down to his balls, eliciting a moan from Luca.

As I dove even deeper and nudged his hole with my tongue, he squirmed.

“Fuck … Juri …”

Satisfied, I straightened up again. “Turn around.”

He obeyed, lifting one leg up and rolling onto all fours in front of me. He seemed embarrassed as he presented his butt to me, but I beamed contentedly. Unfortunately, I was bound to the bed edge with my broken foot.

With gentle movements, I stroked his buttocks and switched to a kneading massage.

Using my thumb, I traced over his muscle ring a few times.

Luca’s body trembled, and he groaned. The lube was already beside me, so I spread a bit on my fingers.

I eased my index finger into his crack and massaged his hole, starting gently and gradually increasing intensity.

As I inserted the fingertip, Luca gasped, but I noticed that he—as he had said himself—had experience with the dildo. Quickly, I added a second finger, and soon a third, and fucked him with my hand.

“Oh my God!” Luca moaned, eagerly thrusting his hips toward me. “Please, Juri, don’t make me wait any longer.”

The guy had no idea how much he was fueling the lust burning inside me.

My cock was hard, dripping already, and wanted only one thing: to penetrate Luca.

But first, I leaned forward, kissed the most beautiful ass I had encountered in a long time, and nudged his entrance with my tongue. Again and again. Deeper and deeper.

Luca melted. Clutching the blanket, he gasped and sighed.

As I inserted two fingers into him again and glanced at his face, he had bitten into the sheets lustfully and writhed under my touches on all fours.

This sight only aroused me even more, but there was one more thing I wanted to do before I relieved my cock.

As I continued to thrust my fingers into him and withdrew them repeatedly, I slid my other hand over his belly and wrapped my fingers around his length. His hard cock twitched. The tip was wet.

“Shiiit,” Luca exhaled, biting into the sheets once more.

His vision was divine. How his body moved in a slow rhythm, reared and stretched, breathed heavily, and tensed multiple times. How his hair fell into his face as he pushed his ass toward me. He was so passionate. Wild. Just hot.

“Please, Juri, fuck me already.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I tore open the condom packet and rolled it on.

My body was electric. Heat raced through my veins, and I was almost bursting with desire.

With my length, I rubbed a few times over his cleft and slapped my cock on his buttocks.

My breath caught, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I positioned the tip at his entrance and pressed into him.

Luca arched his back, propped himself up on his hands, and tilted his head back. I withdrew a bit and pushed further into him.

“Oh fuck, this feels so good. So tight.”

Luca moaned in response.

A fire raged inside me. I could hardly think.

I pulled back slightly again, then thrust harder, burying myself in him all the way.

This time, a groan escaped me. The desire inside me took over, and I kept drilling into Luca.

Deeper. Harder. And with each thrust, my breathing got louder.

The faster I went, the more I dug my hands into his hips.

Our skin slapped with each thrust. It was wet, hot, and just fucking amazing.

I was trapped in my lust, unable to get enough. Luca drove me insane. As he moved his head back again, I grabbed his hair with one hand and held him in that position. That seemed to excite him even more because he met me with each thrust.

I didn’t want to come yet, so to delay the orgasm, I pulled out of Luca.

He understood what was going on and turned back onto his back.

As he lifted and spread his legs, I marveled at his flexibility.

Fuck … He was just too sexy. His hand wandered to his crotch.

For a while, I eagerly watched him masturbate, but then he sighed longingly.

“Fuck me, Juri. It feels so good.”

Shit!

I pressed back into him, supported myself on his knees, and found my rhythm again. I never took my eyes off Luca. His six-pack emerged as he raised his head and watched me enter him repeatedly. More and more forcefully. Full of passion. I could hardly restrain myself as the hot wave rushed over me.

“Oh yes!” Luca’s chest protruded as he turned his head to the side, contorting his face. “Yes … there!”

There it was: his pleasure spot. I grazed it again and again, shuddering at Luca’s reaction. He seemed lost in sensation, arching his back, stretching his neck, pleasuring himself, and moaning. Then he hoisted his head, his eager gaze craving and devouring me. Suddenly, he tensed up.

“Shit! Yes!” He rubbed his cock faster and ejaculated on his chiseled stomach. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop.” Breathing heavily, he fell back onto the pillow, closed his eyes, and continued to rub his penis. I kept fucking him, but I could feel myself approaching the edge with each thrust.

“I’m about to come,” I gasped and increased the pace even more.

“Come on me,” Luca said, still breathing heavily.

At the last moment, I pulled out of him, ripped off the condom, and ejaculated several times, panting loudly onto his super-hot six-pack.

As I continued to squeeze out every last drop of my cock, I leaned over Luca and sought his mouth.

His hot lips sent an additional tingling sensation through my body, and blood surged through my veins in hot and cold waves.

Luca rested his hand on the back of my neck, breathed into my mouth, and kissed me repeatedly. Sought the game with my tongue and nibbled on my lower lip. The kiss made me laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

I brushed back my sweaty hair. “That was so good.”

“Oh yes,” he agreed. “So damn good.”

I kissed him again, then sat back up. “I need to lie down,” I said wearily. The position had been strenuous for my broken leg.

Luca made room for me, and I collapsed onto the pillow, feeling utterly exhausted. He chuckled and stroked my head. I closed my eyes and relished the moment of relief. As Luca yanked the blanket over us, he moved closer and placed his hand on the back of my neck.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m scratching you.”

“Why?”

“Because I know it feels good.”

Luca moved his hand higher and massaged the back of my head. I completely succumbed to these touches.

“Lie on your shoulder.” With a gesture, he indicated which one.

Finally, I lay there facing him, and a sudden sense of strangeness washed over me.

I felt the urge to check my phone to see the time.

My gut told me that an hour had passed by now.

But unlike with a client, where each minute counts toward payment, here, time wasn’t ticking away for money.

There was no client who would refuse to pay for an extra hour because there was no action.

Luca’s hand wandered over my shoulders. He barely touched me as he stroked my back with his warm fingertips, making his way back to my neck. “Does that feel good?”

“Mhm …” I involuntarily admitted.

Yet somehow, I couldn’t shake off this inner nervousness. Calm down , I told myself. You don’t have to go anywhere. There’s no other client waiting. Relax. But that was easier said than done.

When Luca scratched my head again, my brain shut down. My nerves sparked, and I melted into the sensation of warmth and cold. I heard Luca chuckle from afar.

“That’s nice,” I murmured.

“I know. How does it feel that I’m not a client?” he asked.

“Weird,” I confessed with my eyes closed.

“Why’s that?”

“The hour’s up.”

That prompted Luca to reach for his phone and check the time. “Wow, you really have a sense for it.”

I missed his hand, the one that was scratching me, even if the impulses these touches triggered in me were new territory. It bothered me that I lay motionless beside Luca and almost fell asleep. I was about to sit up, but then he continued to stroke my back, and I surrendered to him.

“But you’re not working,” he said. “We’re here to enjoy this.”

“It sounds like that’s part of it for you.”

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “That’s how I always did it with my last muse.”

“Your last muse?” I murmured. The words somehow left a bitter taste, reminding me to remember not to be more than a tool to Luca.

“Matteo,” Luca continued. “He was my last muse. We spent a lot of time together and had a lot of fun. Hard to believe it’s been a year already.”

“So long?” I murmured against his shoulder. “You’ve done well.”

“I’m relieved to hear that.”

“Well, except for the fact that we could have done this a week ago.”

“Maybe.”

That’s all I could say. I just wanted to enjoy the moment. The affection Luca gave me was unique. As if I were completely parched, my body craved it. Even when he brushed over the scar on my neck, a tingling sensation ran through me. And when he kissed me on the forehead, I drifted off to sleep.