#flaco hernandez

Even now, as you try your utmost to keep those images at bay, something slick leaks out of you and dampening your underwear. There's a hotel room waiting for you just down the street and you're almost giddy with excitement to sink into the mattress. A proper mattress. Perhaps, if the walls aren't too thin, you could slip a hand under your skirt and relieve yourself of the tension the two men have left.

But first things first: drinks. Pushing open the swinging doors of the saloon, you're being greeted with air that's thick with the stench of booze and unwashed bodies. Someone is mashing those piano keys to a happy tune that you've heard folk from all over the country sing. He's no maestro, but the melody at least resembles something.

Chatter fills the four walls, accompanied by collective groaning coming from the poker table over a particularly harsh loss. Besides the smell of alcohol, cheap perfume swirls around your head as well and you gaze over to the other side where women in elaborate hairdos and colorful corsets are wooing men. Most of the tables are full and there doesn't seem to be a single spot at the bar left.

Marching deeper into the building, you luckily do find a gap at the very end of the counter. Filling the empty spot, you make it a point to avoid touching the edge or the surface. The orange lights cast down onto the wood reveal grimy and glistening spots that must have been a result of spilled beverages. It's nothing disgusting, but you'd rather not dirty your hands.

"What can I get you tonight, miss?", the man behind the counter asks, a glass and a cloth in each hand.

"A whiskey, please.", you answer and drop 50 cents into his open palm.

After he whirls around on his heels and uncorks a bottle, he turns back to you and slides a small glass over the sticky wood. The glass is milky from years of use and marked with scratches of low quality drying rags. A caramel colored liquid sloshes inside, nearly tipping over the edge and as you watch it all happen, you notice a dot of red on there.

Or several rather. It's clear that they're remnants of a lipstick stain. Not too vibrant and prominent, meaning it has been washed to some degree at least. Wrinkling your nose, you turn the lipstick stain away from you and inspect the other half. Nothing seems to be on the other side. No coloring and no other mouth marks.

Satisfied with the result (no matter how poor it may be), you lift the glass up to your lips and throw it all back. The liquor burns in a way that only a cheap whiskey manages. It slides down your throat slowly, traveling along the walls like flames and ending in a ball of warmth in your lower stomach.

The side of your face prickles then much like it does when you're being watched. Scanning the saloon, an uncomfortable feeling rises in your chest. Who could it be? You don't know anyone in Valentine. Then your eyes meet his and you do actually reach for the edge of the bar counter despite the feeling of your fingers getting glued to the wood.

Javier is on the other side, filling the space that someone left not only half a minute ago. How he noticed you so quickly, you can't explain. None of you are moving at first, but something mighty rolls through your body and suddenly, you're transported back to the cabin you shared with him and Flaco.

The mere sight of him leaves your heart throbbing and heat sears through your veins. Burning alive from the inside, you can't do much but watch him back away and disappear into the crowd. Befuddled, you search each and every face, desperately trying to find that gapped mustache and the goatee.

Something brushes your shoulder and your head snaps to the side. He's nudging you with his arm, squeezed close into your side from the people surrounding you. He awkwardly clears his throat.

"Hey there.", he says with a hoarse voice and raises two fingers for the bartender to see. Next thing you know, your glass is being refilled and a new one appears before Javier.

"Hey.", you murmur and clutch the glass like it's a lifeline. "Didn't expect to see you here."

Some liquid courage will do you well. Suddenly not caring about the lipstick stain anymore, you take a sip and tell yourself that it's leaving you braver. If you focus hard enough, you can feel it pump through your blood and you tug at your clothes in an attempt to fix them. Or maybe it's an attempt to subtly pull you blouse down to deepen your cleavage. Whether he notices or not, he doesn't show. His eyes are fixed on your face and you want to squirm from the raw attention.

"I'm here with some, uh-" Javier looks back over his shoulder and you follow his gaze. In this vast sea of people, you can't be certain what exactly grabbed his attention. "Actually, I'm alone here."

The last sentence is added in a rush and you cock an eyebrow. You sincerely doubt that he's telling the truth, but you don't particularly feel like drilling him about it. No, now that he's standing so close, you have entirely different things on your mind. Here you were, reminiscing about the mountains and as if the universe heard you, it threw one of the men right into your lap.

"Me too! Isn't that funny?", you answer and run the tips of your fingers over his arm.

His shoulders tense up, though not in a manner that indicates that he wants to flee. If anything, he leans into the touch and a pleased smile spreads over your face. It's good to know that you still got it. And that he's genuinely into you. It would be a shame to find out that he only slept with you because you were the only woman for miles.

"How long have you been here?", Javier then asks, closing in on your ear so that you hear him better over all the ruckus. His breath caresses your cheek and goosebumps line your skin. With each passing second, you want to waste your time less with idle chitchat and drag him over to the hotel.

"I got here this morning.", you answer, angling your head to have your lips hover mere inches over his. His eyes flicker down to them as you speak.

"And Flaco? You here with him?"

The name sends a delicious shiver down your spine and you gravely shake your head. "No, sadly not. I haven't seen him since…you know."

"Mhm.", he wrings out, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

No doubt, his mind is plagued by similar images like yours and you take a split second to glance down, not missing the way he shifts his legs. Almost as if he has something to hide. Feeling particularly bold, you reach out and brush one of his hair strands aside, making it a point to run your nails along his cheekbone. The corners of your lips curl up. Why beat around the bush?

"I rented a room across the street.", you coo and his eyes momentarily widen. Mouth hanging open, he sucks in a breath.

"You did?"

"Yes.", you murmur into his ear and then retreat to feign uncertainty. "Unless you're not interested. I can find something else to do tonight."

With something, you actually mean someone and he's very well aware, judging by the way he puffs his chest out like a bird. Of course, it never crossed your mind to leave this saloon with anyone else. Even if he hadn't spotted you by the bar. Flaco is the exception, obviously.

"No!", he exclaims, briefly startling you with his enthusiasm and he immediately lowers his voice to a more leveled tone. "I mean, I am interested. Of course, I am. You're…"

Javier trails off, either losing focus as he now notices the newly adjusted cleavage or simply deciding that there isn't a single word worthy of your description. Though you'd love to see him try. Laughing, you grab his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. He mimics the gesture in a heartbeat and barely manages to pay for your drinks before you drag him through the crowd.

Someone calls out his name and you watch him sign hastily towards a small group of men not to follow. You only catch a quick glimpse of them. Rugged and rough as if they're mostly sleeping under an open sky. One of them stands out a little bit though. Tall and handsome and blue shirt stretching over his broad chest. Now you see why Javier didn't want to introduce them to you and you bite back a smirk.

Cool air hits you in the face as you step onto the porch. Music and chatter still fills the street, but it's way milder out here. Dampened, in a way. Nobody is out here at this hour with most of Valentine cramped inside Smithfield's. The hotel clerk did inform you this morning of another saloon close to the church, but it scarcely has any customers since the new one opened.

There's a pair lingering in front of the hotel, bodies pressed flush together and whispering in low voices. A giggle can be heard from them before they vanish into the alleyway next to the building. Javier is following you closely on your heels and as you leap up the stairs, you pull him abruptly against your body.

he catches himself just in time by wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his other hand flat against the wall. You grin up at him, chewing on your lower lip while having both palms rest on his chest.

"I've been thinking about you.", he blurts out and something other than arousal flickers behind your chest.

"And I about you.", you confess.

He closes the gap. You let out a heavy breath, loaded with anticipation and tension that he inhales through his mouth. The kiss is full and heavy and carrying a sweetness that is only short lived before it's replaced with hunger. His tongue slides past your lips and you dig your nails into his blue jacket to brace yourself for his eagerness.

Wasting no time, you break free and pull him into the hotel lobby, only to run face first into a solid wall of fur. It came out of nowhere and you stagger backwards, caught only by Javier's hands on your shoulders and you're met with a bear. Not a bear, you realize after gathering your bearings. Just its hide having been transformed into a thick coat.

"Hijo de puta-", a gravelly voice bellows and the mountain turns around.

Your breath gets caught in your throat that tightens as if an invisible hand is squeezing it. The heat that Javier invoked in your guts burns brighter tenfold at the sight of the other man. Flaco glares at you with a tense jaw and eyebrows drawn closely together. His anger leaves you in the most confusing of states.A part of you is beyond terrified of being the subject of his scorn, yet another is overwhelmed with desire from it.

"You?", he stammers then, expression softening as much as his callous features allow it. Then his eyes find Javier. "And you?"

His voice climbs up your spine, dries your throat and plummets down into your guts. Heat blooms between your thighs and you subtly rub them together beneath your prairie skirt. That little bit of friction does next to absolute nothing but stoke your ire. It tosses oil into the flames roaring within you and the temperature inside the lobby spikes to an unbearable point.

Flaco's mouth curls up into a teeth baring grin, reminding you too much of a wolf. Images flash before your inner eye that include you being chased through the woods and it leaves you with a confusing kind of excitement. You never knew you'd be into that sort of thing, but alas. You also never knew you'd love being shared among outlaws. Murderers, thieves, moonshiners.

"We were just on our way upstairs.", Javier speaks up behind you, voicing the thoughts churning inside your skull. Understanding lights up behind the older man's features and he raises his eyebrows.

"That so? How nice for you two.", he remarks in a sly tone, gaze drifting between the two of you and you sink your teeth down into the inside of your cheek.

Goddammit, he's going to make you outright ask for it, isn't he? It wouldn't come to much as a surprise if he has you begging on your knees in the middle of the lobby. Straightening your back, you peer at him from behind your lashes and take your sweet time sizing him up. Really make him feel like you're undressing him with just looking.

"Yes, I reckon it'll be fun.", you say and take Javier's hand in yours again. "Hope you'll pass the night all right yourself, Flaco."

His face drops in an instant and you bite back a triumphant grin. His stare bores into your skull as you squeeze past him and saunter up the narrow stairs. Your room is on the very end of the hallway and you fish a key out of your pocket. The metal lies cool against your heated skin and as you turn it inside the lock, a pair of heavy footsteps thumps closer. The steps of the stairs shriek under his weight.

As Flaco appears from around the corner, you smirk at him.

"Knew you'd come-"

You choke on your words as he slams his lips against yours and you're backed into Javier, who's clothed erection digs itself into your rear. A tongue enters your mouth. Wet, warm and too big to move your own. Your eyes roll back into your head as pleasure explodes at your nerve endings and you break free from the kiss to usher both men over the threshold.

The door falls shut with a loud slam and the key slips through your fingers, dropping with a hitch-pitched jingle. Floorboards squeak and fabric shuffles. Javier's mouth is on yours now, tasting of the cheap whiskey you had earlier and hands wander along your body. You're too dizzy and drunk with need to recognize which pair belongs to who.

Fingers dig into your flesh and fondle with buttons as you try to navigate your own two limbs. An outline of a jacket is all you recognize for now, not furry enough to belong to Flaco, and so, you peel it off Javier's shoulders. It falls down silently together with the boots that your kick off and the blouse you shrug down your arms.

With your chest now exposed, your nipples harden from the chill air inside the room. Nobody has had the chance to light the fire in the fireplace yet, but you won't need to with how hot it will become in here soon. Someone palms your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze before circling your nipples with their thumb. You mewl into the younger man's mouth.

As he retreats from the kiss, you don't have the time to whine in protest before Flaco's lips capture yours, ravishing you. Desperately tugging at his thick coat, you struggle to strip him of it. Suddenly, your right nipple is being pinched between two fingers and you yelp in a mix of surprise and delight.

It's being gently twisted and a mouth clamps down on your left one, wet tongue swirling over it. Something hard hits the back of your legs then and you fall backwards, unable to find balance or anything to hold onto. The mattress may be old, but still able to dampen the fall somewhat comfortably. No springs dig into your back from the impact at least.

Staring at the men through hooded eyes, you note with much satisfaction that they've rid themselves of most of their clothes as well and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Both are sporting rather impressive tents in their trousers and you lick your lips like a panther regarding its meal.

Crawling back to the edge, you sit up and run your hands over their bulges, palming them firmly. While Flaco remains astonishingly quiet, Javier moans from the touch and his hands fly down to unbuckle his belt. The older man glances at him and you detect a flash of something quite peculiar in his eyes. Could it be that he's attracted to him as well? You wonder if Javier returns that attraction. The thought leaves you somewhat warm and giddy.

His trousers drop down then, pooling around his ankles and successfully ripping you out of your thoughts. His erection springs free, bouncing heavily from it's girth and leaking so much pre-cum that one might think he came earlier already. Slowly sinking down onto your knees, you hike your skirt up in a way that allows you to kneel on a soft surface. Your joints will thank you later for that.

Reaching out, you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and angle it upwards. He's so wide that your fingers don't even manage to touch your thumb. With the better access, you press your tongue flat against his balls and drag your tongue along the shaft, savoring the musky taste. It's not bad. Not bad at all.

Images appear inside your mind of you laying sprawled out on the table and being fucked from both sides. Your needy cunt flutters and you feel something slick seep into your bloomers. You lap a few times at his cock until it's wet enough to clamp your lips around it. It's an agonizing pace that you're setting. That much you can tell from the way his hips jerk reluctantly forward.

Javier wants to shove his entire length in, but he's holding himself back. If he wouldn't be so goddamn wide, you might be grinning right now. Slowly, you take him in, inch by inch until your nose is nestles against his thick curls. His balls brush your lower lip and you nostrils flare as you breathe in.

Then, just as torturous, you move your head backwards. All the while, you squeeze your fingers around his base and he trembles. A hand rests lazily on the back of your head, most likely just to busy it. His nails may be boring into your scalp, but he doesn't pull on any hair or shoves you into his crotch.

"Ay, dios mio…", he whimpers as his tip grazes over the inside of your cheek.

More pre-cum leaks out of him and lands on your tongue. Your eyes flutter shut from the taste and at once, you regret having positioned your skirt directly under your knees. Otherwise your free hand would wander between your legs by now. Pressing your thighs together, you crack one eye open to catch a glimpse of Flaco, who's stands entirely naked now too.

You marvel at the sheer length, contemplating how to take it all in. Since you can't exactly touch yourself right now, you extend your arm to touch him instead. While still keeping Javier inside your mouth, you pull the older man's foreskin back to reveal his flushed red tip. His cock throbs and twitches in response.

Javier's erection leaves your mouth with an audible pop. Saliva runs down your chin that Flaco scoops up with his thumb before popping it into his mouth. Then he nods towards the bed.

"Get on there, chica. On all fours.", he barks and jolts rush through your veins at the rough tone.

Javier bends down to kiss you first though, shoving his tongue past your lips and groaning as he tastes himself. Arms wrapped around your torso, he helps you get back up onto your feet and you swiftly discard your skirt and bloomers. Air hits your bare legs and you rub them together, humming at the friction it grants you.

Turning around, you note that Flaco is sprawled out comfortably over the bed and waves for you to come closer. His other hand is lazily pumping his dick and you swallow a complaint. This is supposed to be your job. You make it a point to not seem too eager as you crawl over the bed, mattress dipping under the added weight until you're on eye-level with his crotch.

Parting your lips, you roll out your tongue and he slaps his tip against it a few times. You capture it with your mouth, clamping your it tightly around the sensitive, red skin and suck a little. He hisses in response and at once, you realize that you want to hear more. Holding his erection in place with one hand, you run your tongue along his shaft once and twice and always ending it by swirling it around the head.

One arm is under his head and he looks down at you. It should unnerve you perhaps, but you only feel a toe curling thrill from the unwavering attention. Suddenly, something touches you from behind. Your ass is propped up in the air and Javier is parting your soaking wet folds, revealing your sopping cunt to his curious eyes.

A mix of shame and arousal swells behind your chest and the latter of the two overpowers the former entirely when his thumb flicks over your swollen clit. Your mouth hangs open, spit drooling onto Flaco's twitching cock and you let out a deep, guttural moan as Javier flicks over the bud again.

His thumb runs along your slit, scooping up the wetness and spreading it all over your clit. The circling motion robs you of all common sense and so, you don't complain when Flaco grabs you by the back of your head and pushes you down. In fact, you quite enjoy being manhandled like this. Along with his salty taste, you detect the tanginess of soap. Did he take a bath downstairs before you ran into him in the lobby?

Fingers tangling into your hair, he tugs and his cock springs free from your mouth. You gasp, greedily filling your lungs with air and he laughs.

"How gorgeous you look. Eh, hermosa?", he drawls and you have half a mind to beg him to shove his dick into your mouth again.

Oh, but you don't have to. As if he read your mind, he pushes you back down and you take his entire length in. Thick curls tickle the tip of your nose as you struggle to breathe. His fat head is hitting the back of your throat and it takes about every ounce of strength not to gag. Javier doesn't do your focus any favor.

His thumb works your cunt restlessly, pressing and flicking and even pinching every once in a while. With his other hand, he slide two of his fingers in and you moan around Flaco's stiff cock. Your hardened nipples graze over his thighs and you have both palms pressed down onto the mattress for support.

The older man fucks your warm mouth, giving you only a few breaks to catch your breath. Meanwhile Javier pumps his fingers in and out of you, parting and curling them. His thumb is relentless as it massages your clit and you can feel his erect tip brush over your soft ass cheeks, smearing his pre-cum all over the skin.

Something mighty uncoils inside you and you cry out with a mouthful of cock as you cum on his hand. Flaco throbs inside you, keeping you in place with his iron grip and for a split second, you're convinced he will release his load down your throat. But it doesn't come to that, much to your surprise and disappointment. Instead, his hand slips from your head that pulses with the pain of getting your hair pulled.

Javier runs his fingers over your folds again and you tremble when they reach your sensitive clit. Noticing this, he flicks over it harshly and you whine in weak protest. You try to shuffle away, but he grabs your hips with a hand to keep you in place and aligns his tip with your entrance. The moment you feel that familiar pressure, you cease all attempts at escape and stay put, eagerly awaiting the intrusion.

Pleasure strikes you like lightning. Overstimulated from your orgasm, it feels like heaven when he enters you. Your walls give into it and stretch to welcome his impressive girth. It burns, but only for a brief moment. It feels so nice, so fucking right and suddenly, Valentine seems like the most wonderful place on earth.

As he begins to fuck you, you don't even notice how Flaco shuffles away. Face pressed into the sheets and hands clawing at them, you can only focus on how he fills your weeping cunt and his veins scraping over your walls. The noises are obscene, downright filthy and you moan into the mattress, eyes shut tight.

It's a good thing that his balls are hanging so wonderfully low. They smack against your clit with each deep thrust in a rhythm so perfect that not even your dirty imagination could have come up with it. Suddenly, something wet lands on your rear as if someone spat on it and you crane your neck to peek over your shoulder.

Flaco stands next to the younger man, marveling at the way you take Javier's cock. Flaco's eyes find yours and it's like staring into the barrel of a shotgun. You know that he's up to something and a delicious kind of fear flickers behind your chest. It mixes in well with your arousal, complimenting it.

"She's taking you nice.", he comments and jerking himself off, judging by the movement of his arm.

He spits again and this time it lands on your asshole. Sweet pleasure runs down your spine as his thumb smears his saliva over that tight ring of muscle. You've never taken anyone in there and if Flaco is going to be your first, then you will fall down to your knees afterwards and thank whatever higher power made this happen.

Javier's hips stutter for a moment and he halts entirely. His hot cock quivers inside you and judging by the way he's holding your hips in a bruising grip, he's close. Moaning, you push back against him and a high-pitched groan escapes him that sounds like music to your ears. Wetting your dry lips, you wiggle this time and coax more noises out of him.

"Wait-", he pleads pathetically. "I'm going to-"

A smack cuts through the air like a whip and sharp pain explodes on your ass cheek. It should hurt. Should put you out of the mood. Yet it doesn't. Your eyes roll all the way to the back of your skull as your walls clench around Javier from pleasure. Flaco had slapped you and now that spot aches deliciously. You know that it was to stop you from playing around with the younger man, but if those will be the repercussions, then you're mighty tempted to repeat it.

"Mierda!", Javier curses through gritted teeth. "She liked that. I felt it."

He sounds so breathless that you're surprised he's even able to wring out any words at all. Flaco scoffs out an amused laugh as if he expected it already.

"Then I think she should get more of that. Isn't that so, hermosa?", he asks and your toes curl at the prospect. You nod, face buried back into the bed.

Your cunt is weeping from arousal and you're close to crying too. Whether it's a result from the pleasure or the sheer happiness of getting to experience this again, you can't quite tell. His flat palm collides with your other cheek this time and you flinch from surprise. Blood pumps in that spot from the impact and Javier grunts from your reaction.

Suddenly, you feel a pressure at your rear and although you can't see what's going on back there, you know what's happening. After stimulating your tight muscle during the spanking, Flaco finally decided that it's time. His finger slides in slowly, giving you time to adjust to the foreign intrusion.

You gasp into the sheets, unsure how exactly to feel about it. On one hand, it's a strange sensation to have something enter you there, but on the other, you like it too much to tell him to stop. Javier has stilled entirely and you glance to your side at the mirror perched against the wall. Only the lower part of your body is reflected in it, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the gaps of the curtains.

Silver shards spill onto your propped up rear, lighting up just enough to see Javier buried balls deep inside your cunt. His eyes are trained on Flaco's hand and his index finger that is gradually disappearing into your body. With each passing second, you get more used to it and when he notices you relaxing, he adds another finger.

At this point, it's more pleasurable than alien, sending jolts through your entire body. You feel his fingers push against the wall separating them and the other man's erection. Sensing it too, Javier shudders and a wolfish grin spreads over Flaco's features. He pumps his fingers in and out to test the waters and you tremble.

"This good, hermosa?", he asks.

"Very much.", you answer in a hoarse voice.

Then he turns his attention to Javier and much to your disappointment, removes his fingers. "Try it."

The emptiness doesn't last long. Only a second later, a new pair of fingers slides into you and you clench your hands into tight fists. Pain floods your system as your nails dig into your palms.

"Shit.", Javier gasps.

"She's tight, eh?"

He lazily pumps them in and out a few times before pulling them out entirely and much to your sorrow, his cock as well. There you are, ass perched up into the air and leaking from your cunt in need. You're this close to begging them to fuck you into the mattress and spill their load into you.

A pair of hands grabs you by the waist, gently pulling you off the bed and you find yourself being held by Flaco. Back pressed flush against his chest, you lean most of your weight into him to give your weak thighs some respite. His hand cups your crotch while the other travels up to your chest. Just as he pinches your nipple between is fingers, he plunges a finger between your hot folds and you almost cry out from the overwhelming sensation.

The coil tightens in your lower stomach, threatening to snap, but before it can, he stops. His fingers rest idle inside of you, just soaking up your arousal that is drooling down his hands and onto his wrist. Moving your hips, you try to fuck the orgasm out of yourself on your own accord when he suddenly grabs you by your jaw.

Palm pressing against your clit, his fingers wrap around your throat like a vice but he doesn't tighten his grip. As much as you want him to. Slowly, to test his patience, you roll your hips again and he squeezes. It cuts off part of your air flow and you let out a choked back gasp. Then you repeat your action, accidentally flicking your clit over the ball of his palm. Together with the hand around your throat tightening, it sends you barreling straight into a second orgasm.

You almost go slack in the gunslinger's embrace as you cry out his name. Javier, who has taken up the empty space on top of the bed now, gapes at you with open fascination.

"Did she just…?", he asks befuddled.

"Cum from getting choked? Yes.", Flaco answers and takes his fingers out of you, popping them into his mouth.

He licks up every drop that leaked out of you from the tips of his digits down to his wrist before gesturing towards the bed. While still holding onto his arms, you wobble towards the edge and drop down onto the mattress with your knees. Javier's legs are hanging off the edge, feet planted onto the floor. His dick stands erect, still glistening from earlier.

Although your thighs are starting to lose their strength, you somehow find it within yourself to straddle his lap and he helps you align his tip. Sighing in bliss, you sink down onto it. In all honesty, you were worried that you might be too wet to feel anything by now, but he's more than wide enough to make you feel every stretched out inch.

You sit on his cock, feeling fuller than when he took you from behind. His head rests against your cervix and his full, heavy balls press against your rear. Then the mattress dips behind you followed by fingers scooping up the wetness oozing out of you and spreading it over that pucker between your ass cheeks. They dip into the hole that has been stretched out as preparation.

"I think you're ready to take it now.", Flaco murmurs by your ear and you chew on the inside of your cheek.

Something hard presses against the hole and you brace yourself. The penetration hurts. It burns and aches and you let out a strangled gasp. Javier stares up at you in awe, taking your hands into his and cooing praises and compliments. They work and talk you through it, taking it slow. By the time, Flaco is fully inside and his balls push against Javier's, you're so full that the entire room is spinning. Knuckles caress the backside of your neck.

"Tell us if it gets too much, hermosa.", he murmurs and you nod.

So far, it does feel like too much but in a good way. Neither of them move. They stay put, pushing against each other with nothing but a wall of flesh separating them. The pain eases after some time, giving way to a sensation you didn't think possible. Heat runs along your spine and you rest your flat palms on top of Javier's stomach for support.

Slowly, you roll your hips and don't even recognize your own voice producing the most obscene of noises. It bubbles up inside your sore throat and leaves you low and guttural. They stroke you so nicely. So perfect. Flaco lifts his leg and places his foot onto the edge of the mattress as he parts your ass cheeks, watching the way his cock disappears inside you.

Javier's hair hangs loose around his head, his hair tie having gotten lost somewhere in this room. It's sprawled out over the bed just like he is. One hand is clawing at the sheets like you did earlier while the other is caressing your hips almost lovingly. You can only imagine the feeling of your walls choking him with Flaco's erection adding more pressure. You wonder just how much of the other they're feeling right now.

Thighs growing weak and tired together with your arms, your elbows buckle and you drop onto his chest. Javier catches you, wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his sweaty face into the crook of your neck. Glancing towards the mirror again, you spot the way their gazes lock. They look like they're carrying out a silent conversation among each other.

Suddenly, they pick up the pace. Arms and hands hold you in place as they both fuck into you and your mouth hangs open for a strangled moan. Your nerve endings are on fire while the air is being knocked out of you. It's so much. So good. Reaching depths you never imagined you'd be able to explore.

Both your holes are being stretched out to an unimaginable extend, leaving waves of pleasure crash down on you one after another. Surely, the other guests have caught wind by now. How can they not with all those filthy sounds that your body produces and the creaking of the old bed.

They drive their cocks deep into you, each with their own rhythm. Not a second passes where you aren't stuffed. Where one pulls out, the other thrusts and your sensitive, ruined cunt flutters and throbs. Your clit scrapes over Javier's hair and skin and you buck your hips to feel more. Greedy, you push back into the two men because even with a cunt and ass full with cock, you still crave more.

The third orgasm hits you like a brick. They rip it out of you almost violently so and your body convulses. Your limbs aren't yours anymore as you slump down boneless. Soon after, Javier squeezes you tighter in his embrace. He whimpers into your ear and thick ropes of cum paint your inner walls. The pressure is close to unbearable, yet you can't wait for Flaco to follow suit.

And follow, he does. His length throbs and twitches and fills you with a similar heat as Javier's. It leaks out of your ass and down onto your slick folds, mixing with the other's semen. They don't pull out immediately, but instead remain in this position as if to regain their bearings. You're a wreck. All three of you.

Flaco is the first to pull out and it produces a long, wet sound. Sscchhlik. Javier stays for a second longer before pressing his lips against your clammy temple and pulling out as well. You drop to the side, rolling onto your back and sighing in bliss. Cracking one eye open, you watch as Flaco submerges a cloth into the water basin by the door and tosses it to Javier.

He brings the cool cloth up to your forehead, dabbing the sweat off your skin and you smile at the soothing feeling of the chilly water. Then he moves down to your thighs, gently wiping away the mess they created. The mattress dips to your right and you turn your head, coming face to face with Flaco who grins from ear to ear. His touch is uncharacteristically tender as he runs his knuckles along the side of your face.

"Qué preciosa.", he mutters and you dip your head to plant a kiss onto the tips of his fingers.

Once Javier is done and discards the cloth, he takes up the space to your left, leaving you nestled between their warm bodies. All three of you are soaked in sweat and practically sticking together like glue. That's when a wave of sorrow washes over you and you gaze up at the ceiling. Emotions lie heavy on your chest.

"You two will leave again.", you whisper. It's not a question but a statement.

You fear that this is going to be a repeat of the mountains. They gave you a good time (a wonderful time, in fact), but will inevitably leave you to continue wandering across the country. The two men exchange looks.

"No.", Javier answers firmly and Flaco nods along.

"Then what will you do? It's not like you can just stay here.", you argue, voice stricken with grief. They're wanted men. There's scarcely any future left for them in civilization.

"You can come with me. The gang I ride with travels a lot, but they'll take you in.", Javier suggests and Flaco huffs.

"And what? Am I supposed to chase you two through the entire country?", he protests, voice rumbling through the room.

"We won't move to your run down house in those mountains.", the other man points out and you raise a hand to shut them both up.

"We'll find a way.", you say. "But I want to enjoy this now. I don't think either of us will leave Valentine anytime soon, right? We have time to figure this out."

"All right.", Javier answers and Flaco hums in agreement.

Sinking back into the mattress, you smile to yourself. Their heat rolls over you, enveloping you like a blanket as you drift off to sleep. When you open your eyes again the next morning, the entire room is lit up by the sun, revealing its messy state from last night. Clothes are scattered askew, unable to tell which piece belongs to who on first glance.

Your heart rate spikes up. Fear sinks its claws into your flesh as you sit up, beyond terrified of finding yourself alone again. Soft snoring reaches your ears and you twist your body to look behind yourself. Flaco and Javier are still lying where you left them a few hours ago. They barely moved an inch and you clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle the sob of relief escaping you.