Page 66 of It Takes Three To Tango

“You don’t have to.” He swallows and twitches as I circle round his hole.

“Indulge me. I want to feel you,” I say as I push a finger past his ring of muscle, marvelling at how tight it grips me. His breath speeds up as I push in a few times and add a second finger. He writhes, enjoying each thrust of my fingers, and when I slow down, he pushes back, desperate for more. My cock aches as I watch him, and I know I can’t hold on much longer. Ineedto feel that tightness around me.

“Fuck me,Oro,” he says with a smile.“Fóllame.”

“What was that?” I grin. “I can’t hear you.”

“Fóllame!”he almost shouts, and I withdraw my fingers, wasting no time in coating my cock in lube and lining up against his hole.

He wraps a slender leg round my hip, and I push into him. Oh my. I nearly see stars with how his muscles clamp around me. I stop, needing a moment to remember how to breathe. He chuckles slightly, and in answer I go deeper, enjoying every sensation along my length until I’m up to the hilt. I can’t stop my hips from moving of their own accord. I want to feel him squeeze me over and over.

“Con,” Florencio beckons him over, and he moves from where he’d been watching. “I want to suck you.”

Constantin bends over and gives him a sweet kiss before stripping his clothes off. Florencio shifts slightly, so his head is lined up with the edge of the bed, and Constantin kneels over him. Florencio tips his head back, and I watch in wonder as he takes him deep in his mouth, his throat stretched, undulating. It’s more than I can take, and I slow down, but that makes it harder to maintain any semblance of control. I give in and drive harder into Florencio, submitting to some base urge. Constantin tips forward and snakes a hand roundthe back of my neck, now slick with sweat. When he finds my lips with his and kisses me, I moan against his mouth, feeling my balls tighten and draw up. I’ve never experienced anything as intense as the wave that washes over me as my orgasm crashes through me. Constantin holds me steady as I arch my back with one final thrust. Florencio clenches round me as he explodes all over his chest. Constantin’s eyes lock with mine as he shudders down Florencio’s throat. He briefly rests his damp forehead against mine as sweat drips off my hair and into my eyes. At this moment, I’ve never felt so connected, understood, and seen by anyone as I do with these two incredible guys. Something tightens around my core and binds my heart to them. Constantin releases his grip on my neck, and I slip out of Florencio while Constantin gets up. Florencio looks spent and I lie beside him with just enough energy to gather him to me. I pull off the saggy condom, and Constantin takes it out of my hand before grabbing a cloth to clean us up. Then he climbs onto the bed on the other side of Florencio and puts his arms round us both. As I nuzzle into Florencio, I start to understand what Constantin once told us about what being in love felt like. Right now, I’m sure I’m the happiest and most blessed man in the world.

“Wis!” I embrace my cousin warmly. It’s been a few years since we were last together. Far too long.

“You’re looking well, Con.” He holds me at arm’s length, scrutinising me carefully. “Remarkably well.” I almost blush under his gaze and quickly introduce him to Florencio and Rafe.

“You look very alike,” Florencio remarks, and it’s true.

“We’ve been taken for brothers many times,” Luis says. He’s like a brother to me, the nearest I have anyway. He’s also my closest friend and was best man at my wedding.

“You’re an Otero then?” Rafe enquires, his face twisting in embarrassment.

“I am. My grandfather owns the Otero vineyards, but I wanted to set up on my own.” Then, in an aside to me. “How does he know, and why does he look like that?”

I laugh. “He’s wondering if he should be apologising toyou. He once researched our family for a book, and apparently he didn’t portray them in a favourable light.”

“Then I’m sure it was accurate.” Luis laughs with me, and puts an arm around Rafe’s shoulder, drawing him away. “I can tell you some dark and dirty secrets about our family I’m sure you didn’t uncover.”

“No, it’s fine,” he says, sounding relieved. “Unless, of course, you want to tell them.”

“Why Wis?” Florencio asks as we follow behind where Luis is leading Rafe towards the guest cottage.

“Luis is two years younger than me, and when he was born I couldn’t say Luis, I could only say Wis. Of course it stuck, so he’s always been Wis to me.”

Luis opens the door to the lovely stone cottage that sits separate from the main house on the vineyard. Both have amazing views, not only of the vineyard, but across the valley. We’re quite high up the mountain, in the Navarre region, just across from Rioja and less than ten kilometres from the start of my grandfather’s extensive vineyards. Not that I’ll be going to visit him anytime soon.

“Well, here you are.” He gestures to the rustic decor of the small house, and Florencio and Rafe look around the large open-plan living area, kitchen space, and a wooden staircase leading to a mezzanine bedroom. “I’m sorry, there’s only one bed,” he calls while giving me a shit-eating grin.

“I’m sure we’ll manage somehow,” Florencio calls back, and Luis chuckles.

“I’ll leave you to it. Dinner is in the house at nine.” He walks back past me where I’m still standing by the door, giving me a pat on the chest. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I roll my eyes, and as he walks the path to the main house, I hear him mutter, “Lucky bastard.” I’ve never known my cousin to have a relationship, well, not one that lastedlong enough for me to meet them, which I find sad as he has so much love to give.

“Con, have you seen this shower?” Florencio leans over the railing of the bedroom, bringing my attention back to the present. Of course I’ve seen it. I’ve stayed here many times, and I might have had one or two nice fantasies about the guys and that shower since I arranged the trip with my cousin. But I let them show me anyway, feeling their excitement.

“So, what stories can you tell us about Con?” Florencio asks over dinner. “He hasn’t told us much at all.”

There’s not a lot to tell, and I’m trying not to dwell on the past right now.

“So he hasn’t told you how he broke his collarbone then?” Luis puts down his napkin and picks up his wine.

“No,” Rafe says. “He’s been very quiet about it.”

“That’s no surprise, seeing as he was being an arrogant show-off.”

“Nooooo!” Florencio drags out the word and Luis leans forward, completely hooked by Florencio’s charm.

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