Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Balta stretched, letting the sun beat down on his bare belly.
He wished he had a beer, but he would live without one if it meant not moving.
The view was exceptional. Joa wore a tiny pair of cut-offs and a great deal of waxed-smooth, golden skin.
Raul wore soft exercise shorts and nothing else but a great deal of fuzz.
They were both lounging only a few feet away, hats pulled down to shade their faces while the three of them napped through the hottest part of the day.
He could see a single drop of sweat meandering down Joaquim’s belly, following the lines of those tight, firm abs. Balta licked his lips, pondering going over there. He was so comfortable, though. He heard Raul chuckle, knew he was being watched.
“Who wants to get me a beer?” He stretched, figuring he might as well put on a show.
Joaquim snorted softly and turned, thighs spread, ass up. Oh, no fair. His namorado was fighting dirty with that, because Balta could see the bottom curve of both ass cheeks.
Raul laughed softly. “I think I will stay right here.”
He met Raul’s eyes, letting his lip curl up into a grin. “He says I am the demon.”
Joa wiggled. “You are, and I’m sleeping.” The word came out ‘sleepin.’
“Such a Texan, no?” Balta loved to tease Joa about his lack of Portuguese sometimes.
Joa flipped him off, chuckled. Raul laughed, too, rolling up on one elbow to reach out with his other hand, wiping the trail of sweat off Joa’s belly. Balta expected to feel a surge of jealousy at that, but all he felt was a wave of need.
It occurred to him, generally, that he had not yet been able to take that sweet ass while Raul took his Angel’s mouth. That was what he had tempted Raul with, after all. It had worked. The last three days had been blissful.
“Joa. Take off your shorts, hmm?”
“We’re outside, Balta.”
“We are. There is no one to see you but cows.” Well, and him and Raul. Joa’s parents were in Sao Paulo for two weeks.
He watched the flush crawl down Joaquim’s back, saw the long toes curl, but Joa did unfasten his shorts, slide them down.
Balta smiled, watching Raul watch Joa. Sim.
One of his favorite things. Raul shifted, the soft sweats filling with hard dick.
Pretty. By the time the shorts were off, Joa was dark red, sweating, stiff and panting.
Raul had not touched again. He just sat, waiting, almost vibrating. Good man. Balta rolled off the swing he had been lazing on, stripping off his running shorts on the way. “Hands and knees, doce.”
“Balta…” Mmm. So sweet.
“Sim?” He grinned at Raul, who was breathing hard, sweat beading on his upper lip. “I think Raul should take his shorts off, too.”
Joa nodded, turning slowly on the heavy, padded chair. Bless Texans and their wind—his sofa at home was lighter.
Balta moved in behind him, stroking the long back.
So smooth. His poor, worried Joa shivered for his touch.
Americans and their issues with bare skin.
It made him smile. Maybe it was just much hotter in Brazil.
Or maybe it was the beaches. Whatever it was, Raul had no issues.
He just stripped off his shorts. Balta heard Joa’s moan when Raul’s thick, heavy cock came into view, red and hard, ready.
“Mmm. So pretty, huh? Bring it here, Raul.” Raul’s steps stuttered a bit, the man still not used to Balta’s ways, the way he liked to talk. But Raul came, as if attached to a wire.
His hands molded the curves of the most perfect ass on Earth, thumbs spreading a bit, pressing against the tiny hole just enough for Joa to feel. He saw Raul reach out, stroking over Joa’s short hair, his sharp cheek. Balta grinned, knowing soon Raul would be touching that sweet mouth.
“We should go inside, Baltazar…” Joaquim leaned into Raul’s hand, ass pressed back into his fingers.
“Why? It is very pleasant here.”
Raul chuckled. “And your closest neighbor is very far, sim?”
Joa nodded. “Closest is the familia.”
“And they are away.” Balta pressed his thumbs deeper, one slipping just inside the tight entrance.
“S…sim…” Joa’s spine arched, the sun making his angel shine.
“Then hush. Or better yet, use that mouth for something more fun.”
Dark-light met his eyes, a tiny moan escaping the man, the thick cock jerking up toward Raul’s belly. Mmm. Yum. Raul’s caressed Joaquim’s head again, the gentle encouragement all Joa needed to stretch, to reach for the heavy shaft. Hungry man.
Balta took a moment to watch Raul rub his cock against Joaquim’s mouth. His erection jerked in response, and he started pondering what to use for slick. His gaze moved around the patio, searching idly until he saw the aloe vera gel. Ah. That would work.
Balta released Joa reluctantly, moving to grab the gel, coming back just in time to see Raul slide into Joa’s mouth to the root.
Oh, Deus. That was just as good as he’d imagined.
Better. His steps faltered for a moment, and he watched Joaquim’s throat work, watched the way Raul’s entire body shuddered, then bowed to press a touch deeper.
Balta bit back a hungry moan. It was too early in the game to lose it now. He needed Joa’s ass. Badly. Balta moved close again, reaching out to press a hand to Raul’s chest, the springy hair so different than Joa’s clean skin.
Raul reached for him, eyes wild. “Deus. So good. So good, Baltazar.”
Yes, he knew.
Balta pulled Raul close over Joa’s head, taking a kiss. It had surprised him, how much Raul liked to kiss. How much he liked it back. So different than his Joa, harder, sharper, more fight, but so good.
Joa moved between them, pressing back against him, begging with tiny rotations of those lean hips. Greedy. Balta laughed for sheer joy, breaking the kiss and winking at Raul. “Someone is feeling neglected.”
He swatted one fine cheek, just enough to sting, then he settled back, unscrewing the top of the gel.
Joa jumped, and Raul was the one to moan as Joa pushed forward to take more of him in.
Balta thought he could get used to this.
He pushed his slick fingers in Joa’s hole, two pushing inside, quick as anything.
The tight muscles jerked, squeezed him, welcoming him in. His. His Joa. Raul’s eyes were on his fingers, lips slack as the man whimpered.
“Sim.” Balta grinned, but it was strained with trying to hold back. He opened Joa up, fingers moving back and forth, in and out.
“Baltazar. Por favor. Eu quero ver.” Yes. Yes, Raul wanted to watch and he needed to feel.
“Sim. Mais.” Balta pulled his fingers free, squirting more gel on so he could slick his cock. Then he used his thumbs to spread Joa wide, to open that hot hole for his cock.
In. Now.
Joa bucked back, entire body begging for him, needing him to ride.
He pushed inside, crying out as he buried himself in one hard stroke.
Raul grunted, staring down in fascination at the place where he and Joaquim were joined.
Teeth clenching, Balta stayed where he was, letting Joa grind back against him.
He remembered how that was, how Raul felt right now.
There were so many more rules in Brazil.
He wanted to wait, to hold off, to tease Joaquim and show Raul, but his angel moved on him, forcing his cock in and out, demanding that he take that tight hole. Finally, all he could do was move, his hips slamming up and forward, shoving him deep inside Joa’s body. Heaven.
Joaquim struggled for only a stroke or two before finding a rhythm, dancing between them.
They pushed in together, Joa stretching out between them as they pulled out.
It was the most beautiful thing, Joa’s mouth making these wet sounds, Raul’s deep groans a fine counterpoint.
It made Balta want to laugh sometimes, how different Raul sounded like this, how deep his voice became during hot sex.
Sharp curses filled the air, both of them fighting for control, fighting to make this last. Balta knew he had the advantage—both of experience and of time.
He hadn’t had that mouth working him. Raul had a big head start on him.
Grunting, he reached out, his hand unclenching from Joa’s hip.
He grabbed Raul’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled, twisting just a tiny bit.
Raul snapped out a cry, hips losing his rhythm as Raul fucked Joaquim’s lips and lost the contest, filling his angel’s throat.
Balta rode it out, holding on until Raul was through with everything but the final tremors. Then he pulled Joa up, that long body leaning back on him. “Kiss him, Raul. Taste his mouth now.”
Raul’s moan was perfect and he took Joa’s mouth like a man in the desert drank from the well. Balta felt Joaquim’s pleasure in the muscles tight around his cock, the squeeze and tremors making his mouth dry.
Balta reached for Joa’s cock and found it at the same time Raul did, their hands clacking together. When Raul would have pulled back, Balta took his hand and wrapped it over Raul’s, closing them both around Joa’s hard flesh. “Together, sim?”
“Please!” Joaquim twisted, bucked for him, between them. “Nao pare.” No. No stopping.
“No, namorado. No stopping.” He pulled harder, and Raul tugged faster. Balta let his hips go, rocking so hard that his back protested.
His Joa’s body gripped him hard enough that his eyes rolled back into his head, then heat poured over his fingers, Joa’s cries loud in the air.
Balta finally got to let go with that, because he’d won.
Oh, he was a bastard, but that was no surprise.
He filled Joa’s ass, watching Raul as the man’s knees buckled.
Joa’s head leaned back against his shoulder, the dark eyes opening and closing, so slowly.
“Mmm.” Balta licked sweat off Joa’s throat. “I like it outside, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” Joaquim’s head was like a baby’s, rolling against his shoulder.
“I have never… So open.” Raul sounded awed, stunned.
Balta let one hand trail down Joa’s belly, gentle, loving the smooth slide. “Sim. We are lucky men, hmm?”
“We are.” Raul’s hand caught his, holding on, and there was a wealth of meaning in the tiny squeeze of Raul’s fingers.
Joaquim hummed softly, wiggled. “Come. Balta’s back will be sore. Shower now and a rub.”
Nodding, Raul smiled at Joa, taking a short kiss before turning to lead the way. Balta moaned as he slid free of Joa’s body, but he followed happily. He would bet that Raul gave almost as good a rubdown as Joa. They could both work on him.
Then he could ponder what delicious perversity he wanted to watch next.