One hand cupped his head, Balta moving his mouth to the flat bit of brown flesh, demanding, “More.”
“Mais.” He could give Balta more. His teeth scraped over the sweet flesh, the nipple wrinkling up for him. Balta’s pecs tightened up even more, pushing that bit of skin into his mouth.A low, ragged moan sounded fine to his ears, good and right. He kept nipping and tugging, balls rubbing against Balta’s cock, teasing.
“Namorado.” Shifting restlessly, Balta pushed against him, moaning louder. “I need you.”
“Sim. Need.” He nodded, shifted, Balta’s cock brushing his hole.
They rocked, Balta pushing against him, into him, dick so hard that it just started to slide right in. Oh, yes. Please.
“Balta.” He swallowed hard and bore down, body stretching and pulling around the hard flesh.
“Joa!” Balta finally just pulled him down, all the way down, until he was sitting on those hard hips. Muscles flexed, Balta’s amazing body rippling for him.
The room seemed to swing, the sex, the booze, the night all coming together here, right around Balta’s cock. Holding him, moving inside him, Balta was solid as a rock. His rock. The very center of his world. Love words poured over him, most of them complete nonsense, but he soaked them right up.
They rocked together—slow, then fast—both of them together and easy, needing. Soon enough Balta was straining under him, hips punching up, belly hard as a board and twice as ridged. Those big hands held his hips, pulling him down into each thrust, holding tight enough to bruise.
“Balta!” His hands landed on Balta’s chest, squeezing the hard pecs. Soon. Soon, he was going to…
“Sim, amante. Sim.” One hand slid off his hip, wrapping around his cock. Balta’s face pulled up in a grimace, the expression so much like the one Balta wore when he rode that it almost made him laugh.
Almost, because he was busy coming, the top of his head trying to come off as seed poured from him.
“Joa…” The long, drawn out moan made him feel like a god. So did Balta giving it up, coming deep inside him.
He nodded, slumped down into those strong arms. “Bon.”
“Sim, doce. Much better, huh?” Stroking his sweaty back, Balta shifted, settling him along that hard body.
“Much much. Thank you.Obrigado.”
“Bem vendo.” He got a kiss, slow and sweet and perfect. “I thought you needed to unwind.”
Joaquim nodded. “I was tight inside.”
Balta laughed, the sound loud and happy. “You were.” Oh, ass—look at that wink.
He grinned, though, tickled, his own laughter pushing out of him as he pinched Balta’s butt.
“Oi!” They tussled, Balta slipping out of him, rolling him around on the bed. “No pinching!”
“No?” He pounced, tickling and playing, laughing as Balta tried to escape.
“Nao!” Cackling, Balta attacked his ribs in return, muscling him around. Then the man went for the backs of his knees.
He scrambled, sliding and slipping on the sheets.
“I’m going to get you,doce.” They both hooted when they slid off the bed and landed on the floor, the breath knocked right out of them.
“Hope AJ’s under us. He needs to be kept awake.”
“Yeah?” One dark eyebrow rose. “What has he done now?”
“He always teases. He needs less sleep and a tired mouth.”
“That just means he likes you, huh?” Balta kissed him hard, their laughter stilling. “He just doesn’t have the ways we do of getting a tired mouth.”
“No. No, his lady is having another baby. She’s swollen.” Bitchy. Snarly.
“Ah…” Balta propped up against the side of the bed, pulling him close, so he draped over Balta’s heavy thighs. “Have you ever wanted that?”
“Babies? No. No, Balta. I have sisters. I’ve seen what happens.” It was horrifying.
Laughing out loud, Balta squeezed him hard. “Sim, namorado. I have two, huh? Scary.”
“Sim, sim.” Besides, he had his life, his Balta, his piece of land. He was happy.
“We’ll just be old grumpy men together, huh? I’ll go first.” He had to laugh at that silly smile, Balta happy with life.
“Mm-hmm.” He could be old with his Balta.
