“Are you sure, mi precioso?”

Tristan interrupted, “Don’t do that. Trust him, Mateo. He knows what he wants. He knows we’ll take care of him.”

It was their magic in action again. Mateo’s instinct would always be to protect, and Tristan’s dominance would let him know when he didn’t need to.

“You’re good?” Teo asked him, and Josiah knew what he meant. He hadn’t gone to bed thinking they’d have sex tonight, but he was prepared anyway.

“Yes.”

Josiah only had boxer-briefs on, since he’d already been in bed. Mateo and Tristan had been dressed, but they were already stripping out of their clothes. Josiah sat back and watched, enjoying the view of the two hard-bodied men.

“You like watchin’ don’t you, Jay? Just like the night you watched Tristan have me.”

Josiah nodded because he did. He liked taking in their bodies, watching them get naked, fuck, or whatever he was lucky enough to experience. Only tonight, he planned to do more than just watch.

“You’re moving too slow.” With quick hands, Tristan grabbed Josiah, flipped him so he lay on his back, and ripped his boxer-briefs down his legs. As soon as his clothes were gone, Tristan leaned forward, licked Josiah’s lips, and then pushed his tongue inside.

It was a hungry kiss, a demanding one, and Josiah had no choice but to follow Tristan’s lead.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tristan thrust his body so their cocks rubbed against each other before pulling back. He turned Josiah’s head. Teo, taking Tristan’s cue, leaned forward and dipped his tongue inside Josiah’s mouth.

He tasted like cinnamon, as though he’d had gum or brushed his teeth after work. He smelled masculine. Josiah reached a hand up and let it trail down Teo’s stubbled cheek as his lover deepened the kiss. At the same time, Tristan kneeled between his legs, thrust their bodies together again, dick against dick.

Then it was the three of them kissing, a mess of tongues tangling, hot breath mixing, sweat-slicked bodies touching.

And it still wasn’t enough.

“I need you in me. Damn, I don’t want to feel empty anymore,” Josiah said, a needy gravel to his voice.

“Get the lube, Mateo.” Tristan moved to the side of Josiah and practically swallowed down his erection.

Josiah cried out, flexed his hips in an automatic movement that had him fucking Tristan’s mouth. He pulled back, unsure if Tristan was okay with that, but then his beautiful, closed-off man pushed his leg, moved Josiah, telling him it was okay. And so he did it. Josiah moved his hips, savored the warm, wet mouth on his cock. Jumped at the feel of the contrast of cold when Teo’s lubed finger penetrated him.

“Don’t come ‘til we’re inside you, Jay. Wanna feel it from the inside.” Teo pushed another finger in, fucking Josiah with them the way Josiah fucked Tristan’s mouth.

More, more, more, echoed over and over in his head until he finally verbalized it. “More. God, it’s not enough. I need to be a part of you both.”

Almost the second he finished speaking, Tristan’s mouth was gone. “Get on your back, Mateo. You can have him first.” And then Tristan turned to him. He touched Josiah’s face and smiled at him so passionately, Josiah’s heart nearly stopped.

“Get on top of him, baby. I want you to ride him,” Tristan said.

Josiah captured Tristan’s mouth in a quick kiss before doing what he said. When he crawled over to Teo, he got there just as Mateo finished lubing his thick, veined shaft. Without hesitation, Josiah climbed on top of him, grabbed Mateo’s cock, and then guided it inside himself.

He felt the familiar fullness that he loved so much. Reveled in the way his body stretched...knowing that soon he would be even fuller.

Josiah rose before sliding down Mateo’s cock again. Teo touched his sides, rubbed this thumbs over his nipples, then thrust upward over and over.

“Yes...Oh, hell yes...” Josiah hissed. He leaned back slightly when he felt Tristan behind him. He kissed Josiah’s neck, licked his way up and down Josiah’s back, and Josiah rode Mateo’s cock.

It felt like forever and no time at all that Mateo made love to him. Hell, Tristan was doing the same thing, even though he wasn’t inside Josiah yet.

“Dios, he feels so fuckin’ good, Tristan. Wanna feel you, too. Want you inside him with me.”

“Yes,” Josiah said again, almost as if it was the only thing he could say.

It was then that Mateo stopped moving. Tristan put a hand on Josiah’s back, pushing him forward so his chest was against Teo’s. He heard the lube bottle open. Knew Tristan was getting himself ready behind Josiah.