His eyes flew wide and he watched Joaquim suck him. It was as pretty as Balta had said it would be. Better than. God, he’d dreamed.
Balta touched him, too, pressing against his ass, and it was more than he could have hoped for, making him cry out, his body shaking. Joaquim’s fingers were everywhere, touching him, stroking his balls, his thighs. His knees buckled, only Balta’s strength holding him up. He found Joa’s short hair,stroking the soft silk of it, his thumbs rubbing Joaquim’s temples.
A hum vibrated around his cock, Joa’s eyes met his, and everything went hot as the sun on the water.
Raul shot so hard he thought he might pass out, his teeth gritting against the most exquisite pleasure ever. He came for Joa and for Balta, then slumped against the warm body holding him up, panting and shaking.
“Hey, why only I haven’t come, huh?” Balta asked, warm laughter brushing his neck, making him shiver.
Joaquim blinked, lashes tickling his skin. “Because you’re on the bottom, Balta.”
Laughing, Balta eased him down on the couch with Joa before moving up in front of them, hard and ready. “Well, now I’m on top,doce.”
“You are.” Joaquim reached for Balta, the motion so easy. Natural.
Raul watched for a moment, almost feeling like he was intruding, even though he’d been invited to the party. Then Raul reached out, too. He was not a selfish man. Joa blinked as their fingers touched, then leaned against him, skin warm. Raul kissed Joaquim’s cheek and they both laughed when Balta made an impatient noise, pushing toward them. Always the center of attention, just like at the arena.
“Hungry love.” Joaquim smiled, tongue sliding over Balta’s hip, toward the tip of Balta’s cock.
“Mm-hmm. I’ve been inspired, huh? Come on, Raul, you can help with this.” Balta held out a hand.
Raul let Balta guide him, his mouth meeting Joaquim’s over the tip of Balta’s cock. So sweet. Joa gasped, those dark eyes staring right at him. Raul kissed him harder, tongue pushing in, before turning and licking at Balta, the pressure of that big hand insistent. He couldn’t blame the man at all. He’d been the onewatching not too long ago. He knew how it made him ache. Of course, Joaquim was just as eager with Balta as with him. Kisses and licks, bites—you could tell Joa adored him.
They worked together to make Balta moan and thrust, the taste more earthy, the surge of Balta’s hips stronger. Those thick thighs strained, calling to his hands, and Raul touched, marveling at how different Balta was from Joa. Where Joa was smooth, Balta was rough. Where Joa’s muscles were lean, Balta was bulky, strong. Balta’s cock was hot, satin-skinned, broad enough to be intimidating, but not nearly as long as Joa’s. Raul licked along the length of it, coming back to meet Joa at the head again and again.
Every time they met, they kissed, tongues flicking and sliding over and over the tip of Balta’s cock.
“More.Namorado… you know what I need, huh? Show Rau…” There was something dark in Balta’s voice, needy and demanding and sexy.
“Sim. Sim.” Joaquim nodded, opened up and took Balta down to the root, swallowing and sucking the heavy cock easily.
“Oh…Sim.” Balta laughed, the sound raw, husky, and stroked Joaquim’s cheek. Then Raul’s, tilting his head back to smile down at him. “Good.”
He couldn’t help but smile back, the heat in Balta’s eyes like a drug.
Raul bent to bite at Balta’s hip, letting it sting, and he knew it was the right thing when Balta jerked, hard sounds of pleasure raining down on them. Joa groaned, the long cock starting to fill again as the man sucked and licked at Balta’s prick.
Someone loved that, loved Balta. He could see it in Joa’s eyes, and it made him wonder if Balta was a little blind, thinking Joa needed more. Then he decided to quit thinking, letting one hand trail down Joaquim’s back while he licked at the base of Balta’s cock.
“Jesu!” Balta grunted, thighs spreading wider to brace that sturdy body.
Joaquim arched, that tight ass pushing back toward his hand. Cupping that sweet bottom, Raul squeezed, testing the skin and muscles. Beautiful.
He could hear Joa’s moan, see the flush climbing up Balta’s belly as Joa pulled harder. He had to do more, somehow, had to be there with them, or he would feel too self-conscious and run. Raul licked at any available skin, from Joa’s neck to Balta’s thigh, his hand moving on Joaquim’s back.
Joaquim reached out, hand searching until it found his chest, then he was drawn closer, touched. A happy sound escaped him and he nuzzled right in, rubbing against them both, Joa leaner, Balta heavier, more muscled.
They all started moving together—bobbing and rubbing and moaning, the sounds just getting louder.
His cock tried to rise again, but after twice, so soon… It felt good, though, hot and fine, and it made him groan along with Joa and Balta. He let his mouth slide over Joaquim’s cheek, let his chin rub Balta’s balls. Those heavy nuts drew up, so tight, Balta biting out a curse as Joa swallowed hard, cheeks hollowing. Balta shouted, hips punching forward, and Raul could smell him come, could feel Joa’s neck working. He moaned, pressing down on his dick, just enjoying how they all fit.
Joa pulled off, forehead resting on Balta’s thigh. The long cock was hard, bobbing between Joa’s thighs.
Sinking down in front of them, Balta reached out, pulling at Joaquim’s cock. Raul helped, touching that hot flesh, too, thumb rubbing along the underside. So fine—the way Joa’s head fell back, the way that muscled body shifted and arched for them. Raul and Balta moved like they were of one mind, cradling Joabetween them, hands moving hard and fast, giving that sweet man whatever he needed.
“Sim. Sim…” Joaquim stared at them, blinked at him, then Balta. “I need…”
“What,namorado? What do you need?” Balta’s words fell on him, on Joa, hot and low and perfectly happy.
