Back and forth, he sucked and licked and jerked off both of his guys. Still, it wasn’t enough, so he wrapped his arms around them, pulling them closer so their cocks could touch and he could taste them at the same time.
“Ah, fuck, mi precioso. Just like that,” Mateo said above him as Tristan’s hand went into his hair, guiding his head as he pleasured them both.
“That’s enough. It’s our turn. Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” There was a tension to Tristan’s voice that spoke of how close to the edge he was.
With eager hands, Josiah shoved his boxer-briefs off, which was all he wore, and climbed to the bed. Tristan and Mateo ripped at the rest of their own clothes before they stood beautifully bare in front of him.
“I want to taste him now, Mateo. What do you think?” A blissed-out shiver ran the length of Josiah at hearing Mateo’s name come from Tristan’s tongue.
“Fuck yeah,” Mateo replied before they lay on either side of him, their mouths meeting together, Josiah’s cock between them.
He convulsed off the bed, the sensation so damn amazing. They didn’t give him a reprieve, kissing and laving his erection at the same time, running their tongues up and down his length in unison. Tristan tongued his sac as Mateo sucked him deep.
The orgasm slammed into him so urgently he couldn’t hold it back as he shot into Mateo’s mouth. “Oh God. Holy shit.” He spurted again, reveling in the feel of letting go, but knowing he’d go crazy if this ended.
And then Mateo’s mouth was gone. Through hooded eyes he looked down his body, seeing Mateo take Tristan’s mouth, knowing Tristan now tasted him on Teo’s tongue.
Lust took the place of the feeling of completion he just had, and Josiah knew that if they kept going, he’d be able to get hard again. “Can Mateo suck you, Tristan? I want to see you in his mouth.”
He waited for them to say no. Watched as they eyed each other before Tristan gave Mateo a simple nod. Excitement made Josiah’s vision go blurry. Tristan hardly made it to his back before Mateo leaned over him, slowly taking as much of Tristan in as he could.
“Watch us, Josiah,” Tristan commanded. “Watch him blow me. Do you like it?”
“Yes.” He stumbled on the simple word, breathless. Mateo looked up at him and smiled around Tristan’s erection before sucking him deep again.
He tried three times before he could find his voice, mesmerized by the erotic scene in front of him. “I love it. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
One of Tristan’s hands thread through Josiah’s hair, and the other through Mateo’s.
“I like seeing you with him, too. It’s unnerving how damn much—oh yeah, just like that, Mateo.” Tristan guided Teo’s head down his prick again.
It was a start, but Josiah still wanted more. “Tell me how much you like feeling him, too, Tristan.”
He expected a pause that didn’t come. “His mouth is like silk, but then I feel the rasp of his hair or the roughness of his fingers, and damned if it doesn’t almost send me over the edge. So goddamned sexy.”
“Teo,” Josiah prompted, but he didn’t have to finish before Mateo responded.
“So fucking good.” He tongued the slit on the end of Tristan’s dick before sucking him again.
Josiah noticed instantly when Tristan froze up beneath Mateo. “No.” He tilted Mateo’s head up. Pain darkened his intense eyes, as though he hated what he was about to say. Josiah’s heart stopped, fearing Tristan’s words, too. “Not there. It’s not you, but I don’t let anyone inside me.”
Mateo’s hand slid up, and Josiah realized he must have tried to finger Tristan. The air in the room suddenly became awkward, but then Mateo’s tongue went from the base of Tristan’s erection to the tip before he said, “That’s cool. This is enough.”
Josiah couldn’t stop himself from letting his mouth take Mateo’s, their tongues teasing the head of Tristan’s erection. It was part need, part a silent thank you.
“You fuck him this time, Mateo.” Tristan eased away.
Josiah fought to find the right words, fear that Tristan was done, clinging to him. But before he spoke, it was Mateo’s hand who grabbed ahold of Tristan. “Don’t go. Let him finish you off while I take him.”
Josiah somehow knew they weren’t ready to have sex with each other, but he was glad for at least this. That was, if Tristan went for it.
Another nod from Tristan, and then he was reaching toward the drawer. He grabbed a condom and lube, giving them both to Mateo.