Page 58 of It Takes Three To Tango

“Muy bien,”I utter, lost in the moment as much as him. My cock aches painfully and I could almost come just watching him.“Muy bien.”

He fists the sheets with one hand as the other flashes up and down his cock. His hips rock with every thrust of my fingers.

“Muy bien, precioso, muy bien.”

His hole clamps round my fingers as he cries out, cum erupting and covering his chest. He shudders and stops his hand. I slide my fingers out and he whimpers as if he feels their loss. Slowly, he opens his eyes, blinking at me. I lean down and capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

“Did you enjoy that?”

He lets out a little chuckle. “I don’t know how I can describe that. I... I...” he pauses. “No, I can’t. You’ve chased all the words out of my brain.”

My cock is still rigid, and I adjust myself to make it more comfortable. He glances down at my erection and pulls a little face. “Oh, I’m sorry. I had all the fun and that looks like it needs attention.”

“It’s all right.” I sit back on my heels, hoping to ease the aching.

Florencio draws himself up to sit.

“Maybe I could help with that?” His voice is sultry, and any effort to think I might be able to will my erection away goes straight out the window.

“Yes. Perfect,” breathes Rafe. “I want to watch this.”

Florencio pulls me towards him and strips off my T-shirt.

“Shorts off and sit,” he orders, pointing to the head of the bed, and I don’t hesitate to obey, his bossiness sending a thrill through me. He undresses quickly, like he doesn’t want towaste any time, and keels in front of me, his cock as hard as mine.

“Watching you take Rafe apart was divine, but I don’t have the patience for that now,” he says reaching for the abandoned condom packet and ripping it open, “So I hope you’re on board with this.” He looks up at me, the condom poised over the angry red head of my cock. His assertiveness sets my nerves tingling, and I can’t wait any longer. I want whatever he’s giving.

“Hell yeah.” I thrust up, willing him to go quicker. He laughs as he sheathes me in one move. He coats me liberally in lube and raises himself up.

“Wait, aren’t you going to prep?” Rafe asks with awe.

“When you get used to it, you don’t have to do so much prep, sometimes not at all. I happen to like the burn, and after so long, I want to feel every bit of it,” Florencio says, sinking down onto me.

He lets out a satisfied groan as he bottoms out and then fixes me with a stare that I recognise. Like a starving man in front of a feast. It’s the same look I saw reflected in the mirror at me when I first gave in to the thoughts of seeing these incredible men together. If it’s been too long for him, it’s been ten years for me. Then he starts moving, riding me, bouncing up and down. I can’t move to the force of his thrusts, but I’m not required to. He’s taking from me, using me. His hands grip my shoulders, digging his fingers in as he levers himself up and down on me. I grab one of his hips, mostly to anchor myself, feeling the need to hold on to something. It’s relentless and I love it. He mashes his lips to mine, possessing my mouth and stealing my breath. At some point, Rafe’s fingers find my other hand, lacing our fingers together, and I grip them.

I can feel the swell of my orgasm rising. I don’t think I could hold back if I wanted to.

“I’m gonna come,” I croak.

“Yes, you are.” Florencio’s voice is laced with a smug satisfaction that pushes me over the edge, and my climax rips through me. Florencio rolls his hips one more time, exploding all over my chest.

As his breathing returns to normal, he grins. “Damn, I needed that.”

I laugh and pull him to me. He’s not the only one. He hugs me, smearing his own cum over his chest, and I hold him close. Rafe kneels and wraps his arms round us both. We part slightly to let him into a three-way hug. Rafe finds my mouth with his, kissing me gently, before seeking Florencio’s lips for the same. It’s Florencio who pulls back and looks down with a grimace.

“I think we ought to get cleaned up.”

He slides off my softening cock and stands, offering his hand to Rafe to go shower. I stare after them for a minute, joining them as soon as I think I can stand again. My chest feels warm, and it’s not just from the orgasm. I know that love can never strike twice, but I feel incredibly lucky to have these two guys in my life.

I close my notebook and go to take my leave. I’m grateful that Estrella’s been able to answer my questions over the last few days. The biography is slowly taking shape. I haven’t been this excited about a project for a long time. It’s partly Estrella’s indomitable spirit and her amazing story, but a lot of it is the involvement of Constantin and Florencio. Their help has been invaluable, not only with translating the diaries and press cuttings, but also with making suggestions or listening to my endless talks about it. On top of that, they look after me, and Florencio makes sure we’re all fed. To me, it would be a chore, but cooking seems to be his second favourite activity after dancing. And Constantin makes sure I rest, which, when I get focused on a project, can be something I don’t do enough of. But they bear my single-mindedness with good humour and so far haven’t accused me of being boring, even though I’m sure I am. How much they care settles in me, a warmth that seeps into my bones, laying claim to my soul.

I bid Estrella goodbye, and she promises to come down to dinner later. I knew Florencio was cooking something special when he shooed me out of the kitchen earlier.

Outside her suite, Señor Bernat is waiting to see Estrella. He’s accompanied by two gentlemen I’ve never seen before. I ask after Señora Bernat and receive his thanks for enquiring.

“I hope we can see her again soon,” I say, and ask him to pass on my best wishes to her before leaving them to their official business and going back to my work in the Hollywood room.

After dinner, instead of us going to the ballroom as usual, Estrella invites us to her suite.

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