Chapter 31

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Constantin says, pushing a stray curl off my forehead.

I rest against my bedroom door as he supports himself against the door frame, leaning in close.

“No one has,” I whisper, and he gently touches his lips to my jaw.

“That’s a surprise, because you’re one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen.” He kisses the other side of my face before brushing across my lips. My stomach bottoms out and my blood drains south.

I can’t think straight, anticipation and arousal are sending my senses into overdrive. I take a breath, trying not to let my knees give way. This is going to lead somewhere and I still have enough presence of mind to remember our promise to each other.

“Where’s Flo?”

“He said he’d just be a couple of minutes,” Constantin replies and kisses me. My legs are not going to hold me up much longer. I reach for the door handle behind me, stumbling a little as the door opens and I lose its support.

I walk backwards and Constantin follows me, leaving the door open.

I put my hands on his chest, feeling his solidness and warmth. He places a hand round my waist, and with the other cupping the back of my neck, we kiss. It’s unhurried and deep. He explores my mouth, and I let him. He tastes of coffee and brandy and just a faint hint of smoke, which I don’t mind too much.

I’m aware of Florencio coming into the room, closing the door and placing something on the dresser. Then I feel his arm round my waist as well.

“That looks good. Can I get some, too?” His voice is playful. Constantin breaks off, his gaze lingering for a second before he turns to Florencio and kisses him just the same.

I rest against his chest, catching my breath and watching them. It’s beautiful to watch and my thickening cock wholeheartedly agrees. I have no idea what will happen next, but excitement overcomes any nervousness. They break off from kissing and Constantin releases us, stepping back.

“What happens now?” I ask, looking between them.

“I watch.” Constantin smiles and walks backwards, even further into the shadows of the low-lit room, seating himself on a chair.

Florencio reaches up and traces a line down my throat with his finger, reaching the top button of my shirt.

“Can I?” His politeness is achingly sweet, but I don’t think it’s usual.

“Yes.” He starts to undo my buttons.

“Do you always ask first?” I tease a little and he smiles.

“No, but none of them have been you.”

Awareness of my inexperience creeps round the edges of this moment. Does he think I might change my mind? I don’t want to let the thoughts intrude, but doubt is a persistent fellow.

“I’m sorry that I’m new to this, but I’m not going anywhere.”

He finishes unbuttoning and pulls my shirt open, exposing my chest.

“Has it occurred to you. . .” He pushes the fabric off my shoulder and lightly kisses me there. “That I might want to savour every second of this moment... burn it into my memories? That I want to take it slowly, for myself as much as you?”

Oh.

“No, sorry, I thought . . .” I pause. What did I think? That Florencio was just going to take what he needed. I know he hinted that this was his way when we first met, but that’s not the Florencio I’ve grown to know and develop feelings for. What those feelings are, I haven’t yet labelled, but I know they’re in danger of running deep.

He stops and looks me in the eye. His eyes are their gorgeous soft brown, but there’s a tightness to his expression.

“You’re very special, Rafe. I want this to be good for both of us.”

His words fill me with a soft glow that builds in my core.

“Can I undress you?” I ask and his smile lights up the room.

“I’m all yours.”

I slowly unbutton his shirt, pressing a kiss to his chest as each new section of skin is revealed. I follow the buttons down, kissing his tight abs and sinking to my knees in front of him. I look up and see he’s watching me. I keep my eyes on his as I unbutton his trousers and ease them down, revealing deep red silk. Dear gods, he wasn’t joking about that. I run my hands down over his butt, the silkiness sensual under my fingers. I trail my fingers back up the front of his thighs, feeling his hardness under the fabric, between his legs.

Taking hold of the waistband of his shorts, I pull them down, releasing his cock with a slight bounce.

I’ve never been this close to another man’s cock, not even my own, as I’m not a contortionist. I wonder what it tastes like. Would it be heavy on my tongue?

“Can I suck you?” I whisper, not taking my eyes off the sight in front of me. I’m entranced by the beauty of it, framed by black hair, precum oozing slightly from the red end.

It twitches, and Florencio chuckles.

“I think it’s onboard with that idea.”

I lick the tip, tasting the precum—it’s not bad. I place my mouth round the end, finding my way by instinct. I swirl my tongue round the head and shaft, exploring every vein and ridge, slowly working my way down, feeling the weight of it and taking him deeper.

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 undressed at 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, nino 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 gentle breeze 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.