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“Push back on me,” Thio whispered into my ear. “Want me like I want you.”

“I do.”

“Then relax.” He grasped both of my hips and tugged until my ass was tilted higher in the air. I had a moment of panic that I wouldn’t be able to do this, I’d embarrass both of us, and a sharp thrill of fear sent an electric pulse through my dick. Thio patted my asscheek with the tip of his cock, smearing lube there. I laughed. He tickled me under my arm in a sensitive spot that had me gasping and whimpering because my cock bucked all on its own as my muscles around it contracted, and while I squirmed, he pushed directly against my hole.

His cockhead slid inside me. I didn’t give a fuck about anything but his dick, not even the people who catcalled us now that he was finally in. He was the size of a tree trunk. Even though my eyes were open, I saw nothing. Thio worked himself back and in slowly a few times until he was buried all the way in my ass. He was so wide, and it didn’t feel great, but it didn’t honestly hurt that much, either. I quivered, and my dick throbbed again as I whimpered.

“You’re so caliente por dentro.” He snapped his hips back and buried himself in me again. I clawed at the couch when a burst of something good at the base of my cock rolled through my stomach from deep inside me.

“Oh fuck, Thio,” I moaned.

He laughed and pulled his hips back and then slammed against me again. This time he didn’t let me adjust to his dick; he just fucked fast. My teeth chattered with his pace and I had to clench my jaw to keep from biting my tongue. I closed my eyes as sharp spikes of pleasure rolled through me from that same spot deep in my body. It was the weirdest thing I’d ever felt in my life, and I guessed he must be ramming his dick against my prostate. It was so good I never wanted it to end.

He pulled me against him with a hand on my chest, but his hips didn’t stop working. Somehow he was fucking me even at this angle. I slid my hands up and wrapped them around the back of his neck to balance myself, using him to hold my weight, but he didn’t complain. He moved his hands from my hips to my stomach and then slid one down.

“Let me hear you scream for it, Manny.”

There was talking in the room again, and I realized fuzzily that there was some shouting going on, like I’d heard when I went to a baseball game and a player was running into home. Someone called, “Make your bitch shoot, Thiago. We want to see it.”

Embarrassed heat rushed me, and his hips stuttered, but incredibly I felt myself swelling as he wrapped a firm grip around my dick. My cockhead throbbed. He sank his teeth into my neck and began to jerk me off. I cried out and my eyes slid shut. It was too good, too much, and I was going to come soon.

I gasped when Thio muscled us around so he was leaning against the couch and I was fully on display. Swearing near my feet had me opening my eyes. Arlo was still down there.

As soon as I was facing squarely toward Arlo, Thio jerked me off fast. I shuddered against him, and he pounded into my hole almost as quickly as he slid his hand along my shaft. He rubbed his thumb over the head of my cock and I jerked around in his hold. When he played with my slit my muscles seized and I clamped down on his dick. He gasped into my ear.

“Too much,” I panted and felt like I was going to crack apart.

“This,” Thio groaned into my ear, and I held onto him tighter, feeling like I was going to explode. “This is what he looks like on my cock. Take a good fucking look, brother. It’s the only one you’ll get.”

Arlo glared up at us. “You’ve made your point, Jefe.” He spat at Rafael, who stood nearby, ready to kick him back flat to the floor. “Let me go.”

“No. I want you to remember this. Come for me, hermoso. Show my good-for-nothing fucking brother what belongs to me. Qué bello te ves cuando acabas.”

On my most desperate lonely nights in my bed beating off, I’d never dreamed up anything like this, and it was too much. Thio’s hand on my rock-hard boner, and his cock smashing into that spot inside me that sent sparks through my belly every time he hammered it, all combined with him chanting under his breath, “Come for me, hermoso. Mi hermoso. Come. On. My. Cock.” He thrust so hard I couldn’t stand the bloom of hot tension that gathered inside me and seemed to settle on my cockhead, and then I thrust my hips forward into his fist and was shaking. Sweat stung my eyes. Thio drilled deep inside me and held still while I spilled all over his fist.

Arlo blinked up at us and his mouth hung open, but I didn’t think it was because he was trying to catch my cum, instead he seemed stunned. He had flecks of white on his cheek, and the fire in his eyes… I thought he might want to kill Thio. I didn’t have much time to care about anything because Thio spun us around so the back of the couch dug into my belly, and he thrust deep a couple more times. He speared so far into my body it didn’t seem possible, and then stiffened and huffed into my hair, not making a sound, but eventually he dropped a kiss to the top of my head.

“You okay?” he whispered in my ear. Some whistles and obnoxious applause broke out nearby, but I felt too good to be embarrassed anymore. I nodded. When he pulled free, cum gushed out of my ass with him and dribbled down the back of my balls. I whimpered and he chuckled, a dark sound that came from deep in his chest and had my dick trying to get hard again.

When I straightened up, Conall was applauding politely, almost like he was at the theater, and Killough wore a heated smirk. Had Thio and I looked like that watching them make out earlier? I was wrong. Humiliated heat swamped my face again, but at least I hadn’t let down Thio.

“I would have killed him,” Killough called, but Conall turned around to kiss him and the rest of whatever he had to say got cut off.

Thio chuckled again, and relief swept me because he didn’t sound mad anymore, instead he just sounded like himself. He pulled my pants up and fixed everything for me, which was good because all I could focus on was staying upright, and with the way I swayed, I wasn’t doing a great job. I turned and rested my ass on the couch while he tucked his cock, still half hard, back into his pants. I licked my lips. If we’d been at home, he might have been able to fuck me again. A whole new world of possibilities seemed to open up all at once.

I clenched my asshole, and while, yes, it was tender, I wanted him in me again. Soon.

He wasn’t looking at me, though. I twisted so I could see Killough, who he’d focused on. “Mi mamá would be mad if I killed him. You know how it goes with family.”

Odin strolled into the room and people moved out of his way to give him space. “My phone call’s done. Emergency handled. We can get that card game started now… what I said earlier? I didn’t think you’d actually get your cocks out to measure them.”

“I think I’m going to pass tonight,” Thio said, giving his crotch a pat.

Odin snorted. “Can’t say I blame you. Don’t be a stranger.”

Conall and Killough were kissing again, and they didn’t seem like they would be coming up for air anytime soon, either. Odin shook his head. Thio dragged me close to his side, and while I took care to walk around Arlo, Thio didn’t bother, kicking him out of his way. So badly I wanted to tell him that fighting with his brother was stupid and pointless, but I wasn’t sure I should. I’d never seen him so mad about anything in my life, not even when my papá was shooting at us.

Thio held me close. I leaned my weight against him. When we were finally outside—we had to wait for his men to have their guns returned—it took me a second to realize all of his men had flanked us, and as he brought us to a stop near the driveway, they spread out around us while we waited for the car, standing at a respectful distance. They must have been keeping a closer eye on me than I’d thought. He turned and rested his forehead on mine. I kissed him, and he grimaced as he pulled back.

“Manny, I’m so—”

“Don’t ruin it. I spent over four years waiting to live.” I held my hand out beside us, and it shook, but not with fear. My body was still soaring. “That was better than catching a fifty-foot wave. I’ve never felt so alive.”

Little lines formed in the corners of Thio’s eyes, and then he was smiling so wide my heart fluttered.

“I do think I should apologize to Arlo for coming on him, though.”

Thio’s eyes widened and his mouth went thin, but then he was laughing and peppering kisses all over my face. The car pulled up beside us, and I’d never been so happy to let him take care of me as right at this moment. He opened the car door and carefully helped me settle onto my ass. I hissed because this was far different from standing, and my hole twinged. He crawled over me so I wouldn’t have to move to let him in.

“I’ll run you a bath when we get back to the apartment.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

The car door closed, and he took my hand in both of his. “I do. I really do.” He kissed my forehead and then urged me to lean on him, and I was more than happy to snuggle.