His initial reaction was to tense up when Mateo pushed a finger inside him, but Josiah kissed him hard, deeper. Mateo kept pressing in. It’s Josiah...it’s Mateo. That’s what made it all okay.
Mateo’s movements sped up as he fucked Tristan with a finger. Suddenly two were there, stretching him, as Mateo’s tongue still worked his balls, his cock. Josiah’s grip on his wrist tightened, and suddenly Tristan was moaning into the kiss. Lifting his head to try and kiss deeper...moving his ass to try and get Mateo to use his fingers to fuck deeper as well.
His body remembered the feel of someone he wanted inside him, reveled in it.
Pulling his mouth away from Josiah’s, “More. I am yours, too, remember? Claim me, the way only Josiah has.”
A deep growl escaped Mateo’s mouth. With both hands, he grabbed Tristan and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed, so his ass hung off. His movements were quick as he jerked Tristan’s legs so they ran the length of Mateo’s chest and up in the air.
He fumbled with the lube, first on his dick then on Tristan’s asshole. At the same time, Josiah kissed Tristan’s neck, down his chest, his tongue flicking one of Tristan’s nipples.
And when Mateo slowly pushed inside, Josiah’s mouth covered his again. He kissed Tristan through it. The instant he was all the way inside, Tristan tipped his head back and let out a soft moan.
Mateo didn’t move.
One of Josiah’s thumbs rubbed his nipple as Mateo looked down at him. He felt full, stretched...right.
“Move,” Tristan told Mateo.
“Watch me. Watch me fuck you. Jay, you watch, too.”
Mateo pulled almost all the way out before thrusting again. He looked down, watching as Tristan and Josiah did. Tristan wondered if Mateo enjoyed watching his cock disappear inside Tristan the way Tristan did.
Mateo fucked hard, fucked fast, fucked differently than he did with Josiah. More the way Tristan was with their lover. But that made sense. Mateo was always that way with Josiah, but with Tristan, he was letting loose. Tristan loved it.
In and out, he slammed into Tristan. Josiah started to jerk him off, but Tristan stopped him, knowing he would lose it if he kept doing that. “Not yet, baby.” It was only the second time he’d used a name like that with Josiah. In this moment, he wondered why he didn’t do it more often. “I want you, too.”
He groaned when Mateo pulled out, left him empty, but then suddenly it was Mateo next to him, and Josiah holding up his legs, Josiah’s lubed cock filling him. Mateo kissed him, his tongue matching each thrust of Josiah’s dick.
He hit at a different angle than Mateo had, his thrusts slower. Mateo’s tongue traced the same path that Josiah’s had, down his neck, to his left nipple.
Over and over, Josiah made love to him. Each thrust, each kiss, each touch reminded him why this was okay, reminded him how much he loved them both.
His dick jerked, pre-come leaking from the head. He was so fucking close.
“Mateo...I want him to finish inside me. Josiah, I need your mouth on me.”
He cried out when Josiah pulled out, but then his mouth was there, sucking Tristan’s cock as he leaned over Tristan from the side.
“So fuckin’ good, isn’t he, Jay? We love makin’ you feel good, Tristan. Love taking you,” Mateo gritted out, and before Tristan could reply, pushed inside him. Fucked him. Made love to him. Took him.
Tristan reached his hand out, wrapping it around Josiah’s erection, a tight fist jerking him. The lube made it easier, and the man was so hard, he knew he would lose it soon. Tristan knew he himself would, too.
“Fuck...” Mateo moaned, jerked, and then hot come filled Tristan. Same sticky, liquid pulsed out of Josiah, running down Tristan’s hand. That was all it took for Tristan to let out. He shot one long spurt into Josiah’s mouth.
“Yours...,” was all Tristan could say. They’d both given themselves to him, and now he’d finally given himself to them one hundred percent as well.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Mateo
Mateo sat at the table with Josiah and Tristan, them drinking coffee and he orange juice. Tristan was going into work a little late today, so he and Jay stayed home with him before they needed to go to the coffeehouse.
They’d been home for about two weeks, and the whole time Mateo kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Things were going too fucking well. They’d been okay before Tristan brought them to the beach house, but now...having taken that next step and knowing he had a place inside Tristan the way Josiah did—that they’d had it together in one night...yeah, things were going too fucking well right now, and it scared him to death. Shit like this never lasted.
