“Sim. Sim.” And like a giant slut, he’d spread here in the barn. The only thing better would be if Balta was here.
“You aredoce, Joa. Just like Balta says.” Raul gave him a wicked smile, one that made his heartbeat speed up. Then those clever fingers undid his belt and his jeans button before sliding down the zipper tab.
“Not so sweet, Raul.” And he could prove it. He turned and leaned over the stable door, baring his ass and making a clear offer. “Fuck me.”
“Oh,Deus.” Raul moaned, hands shaping his cheeks and squeezing. “So beautiful. I hoped… I brought everything we might need.” Raul touched him as if he was amazing, stunning. He made Joa feel special.
He pushed his butt into Raul’s hands, letting himself show his need.
Raul hummed, stroking his skin, fingers delving between his cheeks. Those rough fingers tapped at his hole, making him shake.
“So pretty, Joa,” Raul murmured, the sound low, rough. “I have wanted, so much. Needed it.”
Joa nodded, his entire body flushing with heat. He was not a bad man. He loved Balta. He did.
“Mmm. So lovely. He likes it hard, Raul. He likes to be pushed, made to come.” Balta’s voice was like honey over gravel.
Joa blinked, staring over at his lover, who leaned against the wall across the way, a smile on his face.
Raul’s fingers froze for a long moment, but then they began to move again, Raul chuckling. “Does he?”
“He does. All those crunches keep everything tight.” Balta glanced at Raul. “Do you mind if I watch, Raul? You’re both fine together.”
Raul made a strangled noise behind him. “I do not mind at all,gato.”
Balta chuckled. “Should I call yougostoso, Raul? Are you tasty?”
Now they chose to have a dick measuring? Now? Joa moaned, rocking his hips, reminding them he was there, waiting.
Raul groaned, one finger sliding in to stroke at him.
“More. More, please.” They could play together whenever. Right now Joa was on fire for them, because adding Balta to the mix was like tossing gasoline on a fire.
“More,” Raul agreed. “Balta, open this for me?”
Balta caught the tube Raul tossed at him, then opened it deftly.
Balta stood, coming over to put the lube on Raul’s fingers, but he didn’t touch at all. It was maddening and odd and breathtaking.
He twisted, trying to catch anything, to get Balta to touch him as Raul did. Balta just laughed and backed away. “Nao, doce. This is you and Raul. I’m watching. I’ve been aching to see this.”
Raul groaned low. “Not as much as I have. He’s got a perfect ass.”
How odd and yet amazing to hear them talking about him like this, as if they were proud to be with him, as if he was the center of their world.
Raul pressed inside him, two fingers pushing deep, stretching him wide and letting it burn. The cool lube eased the way, the sensations warring with one another.
He panted, his head falling between his arms. Raul moaned, spreading his cheeks wider, boots encouraging his legs to spread. He heard the clank as Raul’s belt buckle fell open, the rasp of the zipper. Balta stayed close, almost close enough to feel his heat, but not quite.
Two fingers became three in short order, and Joa grunted, bearing down eagerly as Raul gasped.
“You didn’t lie. He needs so much.”
“He does.” Now Balta did touch Joa, stroking his hair gently. “Like no one I’ve ever known. I know you will help me care for him, Raul.”
“Sim. I will.”
Joa’s body tightened and he moaned, his world nothing but pressure, need and the wild sound Raul made.
