When Raul pulled free, Joa bit off a protest, because he heard the condom wrapper open and knew he would get what he truly desired very soon. Balta stepped back to stand by his hip, and Raul’s rough groan told him Balta was helping to cover that thick, heavy cock.
“Mmm. You’re ready for him. You can make him scream. I want to see.” Balta’s patter went on and on, just a constant song of need and Joa was going to lose his fucking mind.
When the tip of Raul’s cock touched his hole, the back of Balta’s hand, guiding it into place, his world tilted. Yes. Balta was just going to watch. Control freak.
Raul’s moan filled the air, and when the thick tip spread him his own cry answered it.
“Now, Raul. Now.” Balta pushed and Raul slid into him easily, all the way to the root, hips against Joa’s ass.
Joa arched, his toes curling as he fought the urge to rock, to ride Raul like he was in heat. He could wait, he could. His two lovers needed to make the next move.
Raul surprised him with long sweeps of those callused hands against his back, easing his tension, making it possible to breathe again. No one moved otherwise for long seconds. Then Balta patted one of his ass cheeks before moving to stand directly in Joa’s line of sight.
Balta smiled at him, eyes twinkling. “Beautiful,” he muttered. “Both of you.”
Raul chuckled, then began to move, hips rocking slowly at first. Like waves lapping at the shore. The hand at his hip, the fingers digging in, hard enough to bruise.
He stayed where he was, letting Raul control the pace. Joa knew he’d be begging before it was over. That he would be crazy for his orgasm.
Balta leaned back against the empty stall wall and unfastened his fly, fishing his hard cock out. Raul moaned at the sight and Joa clenched as they slammed together.
“Oh,doce. You take my breath. Raul is a devil and you’re our angel,sim?”
“Our angel, Baltazar?” Raul asked, the low voice rough as cob.
Balta looked up, staring at Raul over Joa’s head. Joa knew that expression, that determined, laser focus. He shivered. Yes. Theirs.
He rolled his hips, his palms sliding on the rough-hewn wood as he fought to move. Raul had a strong grip, keeping him right there, not letting him have control.
“He has you, Joa. You have to let him feel you,sim? Fill you up. Fuck you hard.”
Raul grunted, body jerking into his, making his eyes cross. “Balta!”
“Sim.” Balta stroked himself, showing off for them just as much as they were for him. “He needs to know what an addiction you are.”
He felt Raul swell inside him, felt their movements pick up speed.
“The things he says,” Raul said, one hand flattening on Joa’s belly to help hold him up.
“Sim. He is a demon. Please, Raul. More.”
“More,” Raul agreed, hips pumping, cock sliding in and out of Joa’s body. That hand on his belly moved down, closing around Joa’s dick, stroking roughly.
His teeth clicked together, his eyes on Balta’s cock, on the way his lover pulled and tugged, rolled the heavy balls with his free hand. The frame of denim just made the sight naughtier somehow, and Balta never stopped talking to them.
“Is he so hard, Joa? He has a beautiful cock. So thick. I know you’re pushing him, making him crazed.”
Joa nodded, his moan tearing out of him, so loud it echoed. His balls ached, his abs so tight they screamed. “So hard… Raul. Y’all.”
Raul laughed, the sound strained but somehow perfect. “Oh, Joa. Tight. I— Balta.” Poor Raul. Joa thought he had no idea what to do with them, really. He was caught in the storm that was Balta.
“Sim. Sim, take him, Raul, let him feel every inch.”
Joa was going to duct tape Balta’s mouth shut.
The thought made him grin, and he pushed back with his hips again, demanding more. His skin tingled, his balls pulling up, and Joa knew he wouldn’t last much longer, not with the way Raul rubbed the tip of his cock over and over with the rough skin of Raul’s palm.
Deus.
