Page 51 of It Takes Three To Tango
I walk backwards and Constantin follows me, leaving the door open.
I put my hands on his chest, feeling his solidness and warmth. He places a hand round my waist, and with the other cupping the back of my neck, we kiss. It’s unhurried and deep. He explores my mouth, and I let him. He tastes of coffee and brandy and just a faint hint of smoke, which I don’t mind too much.
I’m aware of Florencio coming into the room, closing the door and placing something on the dresser. Then I feel his arm round my waist as well.
“That looks good. Can I get some, too?” His voice is playful. Constantin breaks off, his gaze lingering for a second before he turns to Florencio and kisses him just the same.
I rest against his chest, catching my breath and watching them. It’s beautiful to watch and my thickening cock wholeheartedly agrees. I have no idea what will happen next, but excitement overcomes any nervousness. They break off from kissing and Constantin releases us, stepping back.
“What happens now?” I ask, looking between them.
“I watch.” Constantin smiles and walks backwards, even further into the shadows of the low-lit room, seating himself on a chair.
Florencio reaches up and traces a line down my throat with his finger, reaching the top button of my shirt.
“Can I?” His politeness is achingly sweet, but I don’t think it’s usual.
“Yes.” He starts to undo my buttons.
“Do you always ask first?” I tease a little and he smiles.
“No, but none of them have been you.”
Awareness of my inexperience creeps round the edges ofthis moment. Does he think I might change my mind? I don’t want to let the thoughts intrude, but doubt is a persistent fellow.
“I’m sorry that I’m new to this, but I’m not going anywhere.”
He finishes unbuttoning and pulls my shirt open, exposing my chest.
“Has it occurred to you. . .” He pushes the fabric off my shoulder and lightly kisses me there. “That I might want to savour every second of this moment... burn it into my memories? That I want to take it slowly, for myself as much as you?”
Oh.
“No, sorry, I thought . . .” I pause. What did I think? That Florencio was just going to take what he needed. I know he hinted that this was his way when we first met, but that’s not the Florencio I’ve grown to know and develop feelings for. What those feelings are, I haven’t yet labelled, but I know they’re in danger of running deep.
He stops and looks me in the eye. His eyes are their gorgeous soft brown, but there’s a tightness to his expression.
“You’re very special, Rafe. I want this to be good for both of us.”
His words fill me with a soft glow that builds in my core.
“Can I undress you?” I ask and his smile lights up the room.
“I’m all yours.”
I slowly unbutton his shirt, pressing a kiss to his chest as each new section of skin is revealed. I follow the buttons down, kissing his tight abs and sinking to my knees in front of him. I look up and see he’s watching me. I keep my eyes on his as I unbutton his trousers and ease them down, revealing deep red silk. Dear gods, he wasn’t joking about that. I run my hands down over his butt, the silkiness sensual under myfingers. I trail my fingers back up the front of his thighs, feeling his hardness under the fabric, between his legs.
Taking hold of the waistband of his shorts, I pull them down, releasing his cock with a slight bounce.
I’ve never been this close to another man’s cock, not even my own, as I’m not a contortionist. I wonder what it tastes like. Would it be heavy on my tongue?
“Can I suck you?” I whisper, not taking my eyes off the sight in front of me. I’m entranced by the beauty of it, framed by black hair, precum oozing slightly from the red end.
It twitches, and Florencio chuckles.
“I think it’s onboard with that idea.”
I lick the tip, tasting the precum—it’s not bad. I place my mouth round the end, finding my way by instinct. I swirl my tongue round the head and shaft, exploring every vein and ridge, slowly working my way down, feeling the weight of it and taking him deeper.
