Hot, thick, Balta was just as Raul had imagined him, and he had imagined many times. Balta reached around between him and Joa, working open Joa’s jeans and shoving them down, and suddenly his whole world was hot flesh, straining against him.
“Not…not fair, Balta.” Joaquim vibrated against him, stunned. “Not fair to Raul. Him…him, too.”
“Shh. You know I won’t leave anyone wanting,doce.” Balta glanced up, winking at him over Joa’s shoulder. “You help me, huh?” Balta went on, pushing Joaquim’s hands to Raul’s own buckle.
Oh. God.
Those strong fingers traced him, pretty dark eyes going wide, Joa’s thumbs stroking him as his buckle popped open. A raw sound tore from his throat, his hips bucking into the touch, his cock as hard as it had ever been. Raul thought he might just explode. Maybe he squeezed too hard on Balta, but the grunt they heard sounded more like pleasure than pain.
“Shh. It… I have you,sim?” Sweet, sweet man. Joaquim eased his zipper down, fingers hot against his shaft.
Pushing into that careful touch, Raul groaned again, his ability to think completely gone. He wanted more, but he couldn’t let go of Balta, and his other hand searched for balance, for something solid.
Balta’s low chuckle made both him and Joa rise up on their toes. “Couch,doce.BeloRaul. Before we fall down.”
Joaquim moaned softly. “Balta? Balta, this is good with you,sim?”
“Sim, doce. So very good.” Balta all but danced them to the couch, which was deep and comfortable, and somehow Joaquim landed between them, Balta tugging at the soft T-shirt while Raul pulled at Joa’s jeans.
Oh,Deus. Smooth and waxed, with tiny nipples and a taut belly, Joaquim was a feast, spread out between them. Raul had to touch, his fingers itching for it. Starting at Joa’s throat, he worked down, tracing collarbones and pectoral muscles, marveling at the ridged belly. “Oh…Joaquim.”
“Sim,” Balta murmured. “Look at him, huh? Look how hot.”
Joa blushed dark, cock full and bouncing, seeming to try to get his attention. “Balta…”
One of Balta’s big, square hands curled under Joaquim’s cock, offering it up to him. “You want, huh? I know he wants you, Raul.”
Nodding, Raul stared, reaching down to touch, too, his fingers sliding over the head. “I want.”
Hot, swollen, that needy flesh throbbed for him, Joaquim’s body arching like a bow, reaching for him. How could he resist that? Raul slid off the couch, kneeling in front of it, in front of the amazing body spread out before him. He bent, his mouth hovering over the tip of Joa’s cock as he stared up into those dazed eyes. “Joa?”
“Raul.” Joa’s hand shook as he touched his cheek, so soft.
Smiling, he kissed Joaquim’s palm before lowering his mouth where he wanted it, tasting for the first time. The flavor slid over his tongue—salty, hot, spicier than he would have thought. Balta groaned, those square hands sliding over Joa’s chest, down the flat belly. That sound was hungry, the look in Balta’s eyes fiery.
It was almost too much for him, and he leaned one hand on Joa’s thigh, his other hand going to his open fly. He needed to touch, to fist Joa’s prick. He bobbed his head, giving Joa his mouth, lips and tongue moving in time.
Those sounds started filling the air, Joaquim shifting, pushing up into his lips and taking his mouth. He’d heard those sounds through closed doors more than once, and now to know that he was the one to make them come…
Balta stroked his cheek, fingers pushing in beside his mouth to touch Joa’s cock.
“Sim. Sim, please.” Listen to that, listen to that sweet, rough sound. “Raul. Balta.”
Listen to that. Raul closed his eyes, his hand squeezing his cock hard now, incapable of moving. He concentrated instead on Joa, on licking at Balta’s fingers, at making them both groan.Salt and spice spilled onto his tongue, one drop at a time, Joaquim’s cock swelling, throbbing in his lips.
Sim. He wanted every bit, every taste he could have, and he sucked hard, tongue pushing Balta’s fingers against Joa’s trapped dick. Seed filled his mouth as Joaquim’s cry filled the air—sweet and happy, the neediest thing he’d ever heard.
Raul licked that long cock clean, sucking on Balta’s fingers a moment before pulling away and resting his head on Joa’s leg. He… He needed so bad, but he was afraid to move.
“Balta… He… Can we…?” Joa was reaching for him, hands shaking like a bird’s wings.
“Sim, doce. We can.” They all shifted, Balta sliding out from behind Joa to come and lift him up, holding him steady for Joa’s hands, Joa’s body and touch.
Raul let his head fall back against Balta’s shoulder, let the man rub against him, push him toward Joaquim. Joa’s fingers slid up along his legs, cheek brushing his shaft in a caress that stole his breath away.
“Por favor, Joaquim. Please.” His cock rose up, hard and proud, begging for a stronger touch.
“Sim…” Joa glanced up, past him, and Balta stroked Joaquim’s short hair. Whatever question Joa was asking, Balta must have answered it, because that hungry mouth dropped over the tip of his cock, the suction sudden and hard.
