Page 52 of It Takes Three To Tango

His hand grabs the base of his cock, circling it and squeezing while he puts his other on my forehead.

“Rafe, stop, please,” he gasps.

I pull back, popping off the end. I’m confused. I was enjoying myself.

“What’s wrong? What did I do?” I’m about to apologise.

“Nothing. It’s good, rather too good.” He gives me a lopsided smile. “I don’t want it to be over too soon.”

He releases himself and kicks his trousers off, before helping me up and undressing me.

“I have an idea,” he says with a sparkle in his eye and pulls me onto the bed.

“Kneel here.” He pats the coverlet, and I move into position. He lies down, his head almost between my knees and his body away from me.

“Kiss me.”

I glance over my shoulder at Constantin. He’s undressedat some point and is now reclining in the chair, one hand wrapped around his cock. He presses his fingers to his lips and blows us a kiss.

I turn my attention back to Florencio and lean down, capturing his bottom lip in my teeth and tugging gently before devouring him in a hungry kiss.

“Still want to suck me off,niño de oro?” I don’t know what he called me. My brain can’t process anything other than the first part of his question.

“Yes, please.”

“Good, because I’m desperate for another taste of you.”

I kiss him again before moving down his chest. I lick at one of his nipples, teasing the hard nub with my tongue, feeling him stretch and groan from my touch.

“Muy bien,”he whimpers, and I press harder until he arches off the bed. I continue down, pressing licks and kisses onto his skin while uttering phrases in Spanish, too quiet for me to hear.

I suck on his hip, enjoying seeing the red mark bloom there. Only then do I make my way back to his cock. I hover over it for a second, inhaling his exotic floral scent. His fingers, which had been gently stroking my skin, dig into the back of my thighs as he pulls me down, wrapping his tongue round the head of my cock and sucking on the end. I take him into my mouth, and from this angle, I can take him further than I had before. I get lost in the dual sensation of working my tongue on him while his mouth engulfs me in warm heat.

It’s exquisite. I don’t even know my own name. Almost nothing exists outside our connecting mouths and cocks. A few details seep through, like his hands running across my arse, gently kneading my cheeks. His fingers run down my crease, grazing my hole, and I groan. I bob my head in time to his thrusts, letting the roll of his hips overtake me. A gentlebreeze across my arse and a warm breath of an unheard word are the only sign of anything changing and they don’t prepare me for the warm wetness against my hole. A tongue licking around the rim and then pushing into me. It’s all I can do to stop myself collapsing, between thrusting into Florencio’s mouth and pushing back on Constantin’s tongue for more. How can anything feel so good? I can’t hold on much longer. It’s too much. My orgasm builds, a deep warmth in my loins intensifies as my balls draw up. I come in a shuddering rush. Strong hands hold my hips as Florencio gives one final thrust upwards and his release hits the back of my throat. His softening cock slips out of my mouth, and he releases his lips from around mine and crawls out from under me. My forearms are on the bed, and I rest my head in my hands, blissed out. Constantin’s hand remains grasping my hip, holding me steady. He smooths a warm hand down my back, crooning softly.

“Muy bien, just a few minutes more.”

“I thought you were just watching.” I chuckle.

“I couldn’t resist myself, watching your perfect hole flashing at me from across the room. I had to join in, taste it for myself.”

I hold still for him as he drags his cock along my crease and stops by my hole. He doesn’t push in, but I feel the knock of his hand against my cheeks as he jerks off against my pucker. He grunts a couple of times and comes with a low moan. His release drips off me onto the bed. He lets go and I collapse face down, not caring about anything, too spent, too happy to do anything more than close my eyes and sleep.

“Ow.” A cramp in my leg wakes me up quicker than a dousing with cold water, but it’s effective. I rub my calf in the half-light, easing the pain away. There’s a stirring next to me and I remember we’re all still in Rafe’s bed. The evening comes back to me, and I smile. Watching Rafe and Florencio together was hotter than any of my dreams, sleeping or awake, had been. Florencio is curled against me, looking young and vulnerable in sleep, though I know he is anything but. He’s feisty and funny. Rafe is on Florencio’s other side, facing him, their legs tangled together.

It takes me a few minutes to realise Rafe’s eyes are open.

“Hey,precioso,” I say softly. “Are you awake?”

“Mmmm,” is his sleepy response as he smiles lazily.

“How are you doing?”

He rolls onto his back and stretches with a yawn.

“I’m good. How about you?”

“Yeah, I’m good too.”

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