Page 39 of Party of Three

“Actually, one or two look like your cousin Antonio.”

“Antonio’s a tool.”

“Yes, but he’s a dirty, hot tool. And I didn’t say he comes over for brunch. He comes over to rail me with all your other buddies while you make money off my ass like it’s a betting table. Look, do you want to hear my fantasies or not?”

Laughing in his throat, Mateo chewed his lower lip. Answer enough.

Buckley settled down onto the bed, chest first and ass up once more. He patted his back. “Time for round two.”

Mateo lined up the little bottles again, then came the magical feel of Jeff’s hands cupping his cheeks, his first few breaths tickling his hole.

His entire body wanted to bend and dance to the waves of pleasure Jeff sent through him, but he held still. Like dirty talk, finger fucking was out, but Jeff was allowed to use his fingertips to trace little paths of pleasure along his crack and across his cheeks to accompany the work of his tongue. Within another minute or two, the room seemed to slip away. The bedding beneath him felt as hot as his own skin. He felt exposed, but also owned and cherished all in one dizzying, breathless moment.

This time, a bottle near the top of his spine went down like an injured soldier.

This time, rising to his knees took ten times the effort, given the blissful state to which Jeff had just sent him.

It took a few deep breaths for him to meet his boyfriend’s expectant gaze. When he did, he saw Mateo had pushed his boxers down his thick, smooth thighs and was slowly stroking himself. It was another fight, not taking his boyfriend into his mouth when he saw the slick thread of pre-cum glistening along his shaft, especially given the delicious combo of his smug expression and the brazen way he stroked himself. Meanwhile, Jeff stood next to the bed, as the head of his hard cock poked above the waistband of his briefs.

“Let’s hear another one,papi.” Mateo’s voice sounded gravelly and low.

“You take me to a Marine Corps ball with a bunch of your old friends and everyone’s drinking and having a good time, and then you take me into the bathroom where a bunch of them are waiting for us. And you tell me you’ve told them all what a good little cocksucker I am, so you shove me to my knees and make me suck them while they’re all in their dress blues, one after the other.” Buckley looked to Jeff. “Call me a chaser again and I’ll rip off your nuts.”

“Do the friends all look like me this time too?” Jeff asked.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Jeff smiled. “Then I’ll just say you’ve got good taste.”

“Cocky bastard.”

Jeff winked at him. That wink, Buckley realized, was gaining an enormous amount of power over him.

They returned to position.

Jeff started leisurely and slow this time, adding little nibbles to the inside of Buckley’s cheeks. Then, out of nowhere, punching jabs that caused Buckley to clench his teeth and groan.

A mistake.

He should have stayed quiet. Now he’d let Jeff know his strategy was working. He went silent again. Lost track of time. Jeff’s tongue traveled from the bulge his balls made against the mattress to the very top of his crack. In the silence, Jeff grunted, a small, hungry sound that made clear how much growing evidence of his desire he was holding back so he could focus on his work.

That did it. Buckley’s hips tensed, and he felt a bottle in the small of his back go over sideways.

When Buckley rose to his knees again, he found Mateo stroking himself, eyes lust glazed, cock slick with pre-cum under his working hand.

“What if I’m out?” Buckley asked.

“I doubt that, firecracker,” Jeff said as he caught his breath.

“I think you’re afraid of this one,” Mateo said quietly. “And you shouldn’t be. You don’t have to be afraid of anything when it comes to me.”

“We’re getting married and…you go off to have your bachelor party and I sneak around and follow you guys because I’m afraid you’re going to cheat.”

“Afraid?” Jeff asked.

Buckley gave him a dirty look, which made the man lift his eyebrows. “Fine. I’m not afraid. I just want to watch you do it. So you and your friends are at this big strip club, all boys. And you go back to one of the champagne rooms for a private dance, and I’m watching through the doorway as this hot stripper gyrates all over you and then…you just can’t help yourself anymore.”

“What do I do?” Mateo asked, voice raw with hunger.

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