“Someone just made a mistake, I think.” Grinning, Balta climbed out of the truck, laughing at Cotton’s obscene finger gestures.
“Looks like it got fixed.” Joa parked, stretched. “Maybe this bed will be clean.”
“I think so.” They pulled their bags in, got checked in, and made it to their room. All without him grabbing Joa’s ass. He was terribly proud of his restraint. When the door closed behind them and they dropped their bags, though, Balta grabbed. And squeezed.
“Baltazar!” Joaquim arched, taut ass pressing into his hands.
“What?” Laughing, he reached around and started on Joa’s jeans, opening them up. Joaquim’s half-hard cock pushed toward his touch, hot and heavy. Cupping it in one hand, Balta pushed those tight jeans down with the other, baring the finest ass ever. He rubbed against it, letting Joa feel the roughness of his clothes.
His thumb brushed the line between smooth skin and sleek hair crowning Joaquim’s cock.
“So pretty. So smooth. I love how you feel,namorado.” Rocking, he pushed his hips forward, his zipper pressing hard against his cock.
“Good.” Joaquim flushed, hips rubbing side to side. His lover was waxed clean, except that sweet, dark line where his fingers played. It was a fine contrast to his own furry body, always making him hot when they were naked together. That would come soon. For now, he’d settle for getting the rest of Joaquim bare. Joaquim leaned back against him, a happy sigh sounding. “You like the room?”
“I do.” Balta hadn’t even looked, but he could tell from the smell that it was cleaner. “Go lie on the bed,doce.”
“Okay.” Joa stripped off his boots before heading over.
Such a good lover. So giving. Balta watched, pulling off his shirt, undoing his jeans. “No, let your legs hang over the end.”
Joaquim gave him a curious glance, but scooted, did as he asked. Balta’s mouth watered. Stretched out that way Joaquim was like a feast. Flat brown nipples, a lean, ridged belly, and hard muscled thighs all combined to make a portrait of need. The sweet cock nudging Joaquim’s belly was not so bad, either, huh? Balta smiled, shucking his jeans.
“Where did you hide the slick,doce?”
“In the little bag, Balta. The one with the razors.”
Putting on a show of his own, Balta turned and bent, digging through the bag, his balls swinging. He didn’t hear Joaquim move, but he felt the touch cupping his balls, the kiss to the small of his back.
“Mmm.” Someone was ready. “You’re hungry, huh? Feels good.”
“You were teasing me.” Joaquim’s tongue slid on his skin. “Tempting.”
“I was letting you watch.” Oh, that felt good. Warm, rough… His Joaquimmade him shiver.
“So good to me.” That tongue slid lower, teasing, taunting.
“I will be better soon.” Bracing against the upright suitcase, Balta let Joaquim love him. His lover did not take the lead often, and he could take it back soon enough.
“Mmm.” Joaquim knelt, fingers stroking his balls as that tongue slid against his hole, pressing against him.
“Make me insane,namorado.” He could almost forget what he was about. Almost.
“Sim. Sim, Balta.” Joaquim licked and lapped at him, tongue pressing in and spreading him.
“So bold.” The touches made him breathless, made him wiggle and squirm. His skin felt tight, too small, the room suddenly overheated. Joaquim’s hands wrapped around his cock, tugged it in time with the touches of that hot tongue.
“Going to make me come,doce. Don’t you want to wait?” He would have been more convincing if he wasn’t panting, groaning, his hips moving fast.
“You’ll get it up again.” Joaquim sounded sure, moaning the words against his ass before that tongue started fucking him again.
Well…with Joaquim in his arms, that was a certainty. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand over Joaquim’s, stroking his cock in time with each thrust of that talented tongue. He loved it when Joaquim wanted to play. Joaquim’s touch drove him mad, almost as mad as that tongue pressing into him.
“Love. Sweet. I need. Faster.” Rough. His own voice sounded as rough as a bull’s hide. Demanding. Hisnamoradoheard him, answered, so eager to please, so hungry.
Before he could even blink, his orgasm was on him, riding up his spine to burst in his brain. Balta cried out, jerking like a novice bull-rider, hips sawing back and forth. Joa panted as he rode the aftershocks, cheek against his thigh.
His knees tried to give out, but Balta held himself up, his heavy upper body coming in handy for once. “Oh, Joaquim, the things I will do to you.”
