Chapter 35

“Can you teach me some phrases in Spanish?” Rafe asks, putting his coffee mug down and sitting back against the pillows on the bed. Dragging him away from the biography for a rest was hard work, but he was practically falling asleep at his computer. We’ve finished most of the diary translations and he’s planned the structure of the biography. Once he gets into the work zone, we have to remind him to eat. I’ve been making sure he rests regularly, which is where we all are. Florencio made us coffee after we had a siesta.

“Your Spanish is getting better. What phrases did you have in mind?” I ask, taking a swig of my coffee.

He runs a hand through his hair.

“I want to suck your cock.”

I nearly lose my coffee while Florencio tips his head back and laughs.

“Quiero chuparte la polla,” I say when I recover .

“Quiero chuparte la polla,” Rafe repeats, then utters it a few more times. “Quiero chuparte la polla.”

“You say it one more time and I might take you up on the offer.” I’m only half joking because hearing him say it in Spanish with a tinge of an English accent is goddamn sexy, and I’m getting turned on.

He laughs. “I’d rather you did more of what you did the other night.”

“You liked that?” I ask, moving up the bed until I’m kneeling between his legs.

“I did.” He licks his lips expectantly.

Florencio leans close to him and whispers.

“The phrase you want here is fóllame .”

“ Fóllame ? What’s that mean?”

“Fuck me.”

“Fuck me?”

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

“What do you mean? And what’s Oro ?”

“ Oro , gold. Nino 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 about fóllame ?”

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, and he gives a grunt of satisfaction. I’m transfixed, watching his body writhe as his tight hole grips my fingers.

“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 to waste 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.