His body shuddered, nerves and excitement making it so he could hardly stay still. And then he felt Tristan at his ass. “We’ll take care of you, baby,” he whispered in Josiah’s ear. Josiah loved it when Tristan called him that.
He tensed when he felt something push its way inside. It could only be a finger, but he already started to burn. “Move a little bit, Mateo. Slowly.”
Teo did then, moving a little, sliding his dick in and out as Tristan also worked him with a finger.
“I’m going to take my finger out and slowly work my cock inside, baby, okay?” This from Tristan. “Kiss him, Mateo.”
“My fuckin’ pleasure,” Teo gritted out. He thread a hand through Josiah’s hair, his mouth owning Josiah’s. At the same time, he felt Tristan’s fingers pull out, his hole start to burn, pressure ripping through him.
On reflex, Josiah pulled his mouth from Mateo’s.
“Shh, esta bien, mi precioso. Te tenemos...Dejalo entrar, dejamos entrar. Tue res nuestro. Nosotros somos tuyos. A traves de ti ya estamos conectados Esto es solo otra manera.”
Even though he didn’t know what Mateo said, the Spanish somehow made his body start to relax. The burn was still there as Tristan slowly worked his way inside.
“Do you want to know what I said, Josiah? It’s okay, mi precioso. We got you. Let him in, let us both in. You’re ours. We’re yours. We’re connected through you already. This is just another way.” Mateo’s hand tangled in his hair.
“He’s right. You are ours. We are yours. I’m almost inside of you with him, Josiah.” There was a sharp pain, and then he knew Tristan was inside him, too.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” He mumbled the same word, knew now that it really was all he could say. He heard Tristan tell Teo to stay still, and then Tristan pulled almost all the way out before thrusting forward again. It was Tristan leading them, Tristan giving them the friction so that Teo fucked him, too. He loved the feel of cock on cock, knew they were feeling that inside him. Knew both his men were there. Inside him.
“It’s you...holding us together again, baby.” This from Tristan. “I’m inside you with Mateo, our guardian angel.”
Tristan kept fucking, loving. He held Josiah with one hand, the other knotted in Mateo’s hair. They were really a tangle of bodies now. They were all connected. His vision started to blur. His hearing became distorted, fuzzy. Josiah had heard of subs being in subspace before, and though he wasn’t a submissive, he figured what he experienced now was subspace. He was completely blissed out, floating, anchored only by the two men he loved inside him.
A hand squeezed between his and Teo’s bodies...Teo’s, he realized, when it wrapped around his erection, even though he was too gone to see. He knew that by feel. The hand only stroked him twice before the inferno inside him burned him alive. Josiah’s body tightened as he came, sticky fluid pooling between his and Mateo’s bodies.
“Ah fuck,” He heard Mateo say.
There was a growl in his ear, and he knew it was Tristan. That both his men were coming inside him.
He cried out when his body suddenly felt empty. Wrapped his arms around Tristan when he picked Josiah up. Heard the water that Teo must be starting, though he still couldn’t see. And then he was surrounded by nothing but hot water, and cradled between two bodies.
It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Tristan
Tristan had had a lot of sex in his life. He had done many things, but never had he experienced anything that felt as incredible as what the three of them had just done. They had so much to worry about—the fire at the coffeehouse, Javier, being sure the three of them were on track—but all he wanted to do was feel.
“He’s wakin’ up.” Mateo sat in front of Josiah, who was cradled between Tristan’s legs in the Jacuzzi tub. He pushed Josiah’s hair back in that tender way he’d always been with Josiah, such a contrast to his rough exterior. “Hola.” Mateo grinned at Josiah, which must mean he had his eyes open. “You good?”
“Yeah.” Josiah’s voice came out scratchy. “That was... I’ve never experienced something so intense. It was like I stepped out of my body, but I was there, also.”
Tristan leaned forward and kissed Josiah’s neck from behind. “You were incredible. You both were.” They’d been connected in a way he had never been with anyone. Another way, Tristan should say. Connected in another way, because they’d already been one in so many other ways. “Thank you. Thank you for letting us have you like that.”
