Page 57 of It Takes Three To Tango

“No,Oro, I won’t, but Con will,” he says gently.

“What do you mean? And what’sOro?”

“Oro, gold.Niño de oro. Golden boy. Like your eyes,” Florencio explains.

“I like that.Oro.Oro.” He rolls the word around as if he’s finding the shape of it. “But what did you mean aboutfóllame?”

Florencio looks at me, and I tilt my head slightly.Go ahead, he nods in understanding.

“I only bottom, topping isn’t my thing. And Con here, I guess tops.”

I rub the back of my neck.

“Yeah.” It’s been a long time since I bottomed, only once, when I was experimenting as a teenager. I learnt very quickly what I did and didn’t like.

Rafe frowns a little. “So what am I supposed to like?”

“Whatever you want to,precioso. That’s for you to figure out.”

“With our help.” Florencio nudges him with his shoulder.

“And the three of us?” Rafe brings his hands up to make an entwining gesture with his fingers. “How does that work?”

Florencio reaches up and cups his cheek with his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m sure we can use our imaginations.”

Rafe turns to me with a glint in his eye.

“Fóllame?”

His sweet earnestness pulls at my heartstrings.

“Now?”

His answer is to sit forward, press his lips to mine and whisper.“Sí,por favor.”

A tendril of warmth uncurls in my core and wraps round my cock. There’s no way I can resist him if he asks in Spanish.

“Let’s take it slowly.” I kiss him back,then ease his T-shirt over his head and push him back to lie against the pillows.

“There’s lube and condoms on the dresser.” Florencio points to the wash bag he brought in with him the other night. He turns and kneels next to Rafe, kissing him deeply. As he pulls back, Rafe looks at him with a tender smile.

“Lucky you, you never forget your first time,” Florencio whispers before moving out of the way. Rafe turns his head back to me, his beautiful golden eyes full of a trust that takes my breath away. I run my fingers down his chest, licking my thumbs before brushing them across his nipples, pressing the hard pink nubs until he moans softly and stretches languidly.

I grab the waistband of his shorts, and he lifts his hips so I can ease them down his legs. His cock looks delectable, springing out of a cloud of golden curls. I can’t resist pressing a kiss to it before placing his legs over my thighs. I reach for the wash bag, cursing that it’s too far. Florencio comes to my aid, jumping up to fetch the lube and a condom. As he passes them to me, I pull him close for a kiss.

“You all right with this?” I want to check in with him.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He stretches out on the bed next to us, bending an elbow and resting his head on his hand.

I run my hands up Rafe’s thighs, gently massaging my thumbs into his soft skin. I brush a finger along his taint, against his pucker, and he whimpers. My already rigid cock twitches at the sound, pushing at my shorts. I coat a finger with lube and gently circle his hole, watching every twitch he gives. He bites his bottom lip, his gaze intense as he watches me like he’s trying to commit everything to memory. I breach him with one finger, his breath hitches and he tenses, and I stop, waiting. Have I gone too far?

“Ohh.” He relaxes and lets out a long breath, his mouth widening to a smile. “How can that be so good?”

I huff a breath of relief and push my finger deeper. I thrust it in and out a few times before trying a second finger. I see him swallow before he starts pushing back onto my fingers. I bend down and lick along his lips, wanting to taste him. He opens his mouth, and I kiss him deeply, leaving him breathless. I twist my fingers slightly to hit his bundle of nerves, making his hips buck, and I chuckle as he dissolves back into the bed. I keep up a steady rhythm, every so often grazing his gland, each time eliciting another delicious moan.

“You’re doing so good,” I croon, and he reaches for his cock. “That’s it, touch yourself. Make yourself feel good.” At my encouraging words, he tips his head back and arches his back. His eyes are closed, his lips parted as he pants and groans. Rafe had asked me to fuck him, but I don’t want to disrupt the moment. He’s exquisite and I just want to watch him lose himself as he thrusts back on my fingers and then into his own hand. I risk a glance at Florencio, his eyes are glassy, his lips wet from running his tongue over them.

“That’s good,precioso, so good.” I add a third finger, andhe gives a grunt of satisfaction. I’m transfixed, watching his body writhe as his tight hole grips my fingers.

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