Chapter 17 #2
Somewhere along the way while Pablo has been staying with us, he started calling me that. I suppose he’s earned the right to use the nickname after holding me through the tremors and vomiting this past week.
“Yes. Vero?”
“Fuck. Yeah, baby. I can do that.”
Scooting down, she pulls off my panties and hooks my thigh over her shoulder before her fingers part my lower lips.
My whine when she takes too long admiring me brings both of Pablo’s hands around my breasts to begin kneading them.
“Is this the first time she’s seeing you?” he rasps, his breaths coming a little faster.
“Yes.” He pulls hard on my nipples just as Vero covers my pussy with her mouth.
It’s different than when she’s helped me change or shower. This is more sexually charged, and will change our relationship forever. It feels like a big fucking deal.
“Fuck, that’s such a pretty sound. Please tell me if I’m being too rough. This is new to me.”
“What is?” I wail as Vero sucks on my clit, causing her to flick her tongue before doing it again.
“Being around a woman. Watching her being pleasured…touching her. Wanting her,” Pablo breathes, scent marking my cheek.
Turning my head, I moan as he catches my lips, kissing me hard.
And fuck, can he kiss. His lips are pouty and soft, and he teases me until I’m arching against him to feel his tongue brushing along mine.
His hands easily continue to palm my breasts, torturing them while Vero pushes her tongue inside my entrance.
He swallows my cries as he kisses me, and his thick cock digs into the small of my back.
We’re both gasping for breath as we break apart, and I whimper when Vero pushes a finger inside my cunt.
“Does that hurt?” Pablo asks, biting his lip.
“I’m a virgin, it’s just the first time I’ve had a finger inside of me that’s not mine,” I admit.
“I can stop,” Vero murmurs against my skin, her tongue dragging up my arousal as my head drops onto Pablo’s shoulder.
“Don’t…please,” I whine.
“You’re the boss, baby.”
She continues to curl one finger inside of me, and I rock against her lips and tongue as she drives me wild.
“You’re so pretty and flushed,” Pablo groans. “I can’t help but grind against you. I promise to stop if it bothers you.”
“It doesn’t. I want to feel more of you.”
He’s not wearing a shirt, something that slowly began happening more and more each day. There’s a lot of body heat between the three of us, yet his hands are always cool.
Vero tugs on his pants as she makes me writhe, adding another finger inside of me.
“Oh God,” I rasp, my voice cracking as my eyes roll back.
“I want to hear how you say her name when you come on her face,” Pablo says, shoving his pants off his hips and then wiggling until he can kick them across the room.
His cock is heavy and leaking as he presses against me again, distracting me from its length as his hand ghosts down my body to join Vero’s hand.
“Can I join her?” he asks, his lips making me insane as my cunt clenches around Vero’s slim fingers.
“Yes,” I gasp, my chest heaving. “I’m so close.”
“We can tell,” he says almost smugly. “You’re making a puddle.”
His fingers enter from behind into my entrance, and my eyesight begins to darken because Vero’s are still inside of me as well. Working together, they wind me up until I’m loud enough for any neighbors to hear.
“That’s it, Rosa. Ah. You’re being so fucking good for us,” he groans. I didn’t realize I enjoyed being praised before. Verona is the praise princess usually. “Your body was made to be worshipped.”
Vero looks up the line of my body from between my thighs with a wicked smirk, loving how I’m responding. There’s no one here to see, it’s just us, and I’m not afraid.
Funny enough, it’s the slick all over her lips and chin that’s almost what tips me over the edge. Fuck, I just need a little more.
“Poor, sweet, needy, little omega,” Pablo whispers, his lightly accented voice lifting goosebumps over my skin. “Do you need pain or more pleasure? Are you greedy or a pretty little masochist like me, I wonder.”
“I like when you pull on my nipples,” I admit.
“Good,” he purrs. He pushes his fingers even deeper inside of my cunt, and I lose my ability to breathe just as Verona's teeth and lips clamp down on my clit.
I come with a scream, squirting all over Pablo’s fingers and Vero’s face. He mumbles nonsensical things against my skin as I lose my mind, and his free arm holds me tightly against his body as he rolls his hips against me.
I’m boneless as he presses a kiss against my temple. He had his fingers thrusting inside of me to draw out my orgasm, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have one alone again. It simply won’t compare.
“For the record, Verona’s name sounds just as pretty when you moan it, as when you scream it out.”
Pulling his fingers free with a sloppy sound, he moves away from me as he shoves them into his mouth to clean them off.
Vero’s cheeks heat as she moves up to lay next to me, and I turn my head to watch as Pablo gets up. His cock bobs in front of him proudly, still leaking slick down its length.
“Where are you going?” I pout.
“To take care of this,” he says, pulling his fingers free. The words were slightly muffled, and now it’s my turn to blush at how much he’s enjoying the flavor of my release. “It felt wrong to come on your skin for some reason.”
My lips part as I watch him disappear into the bathroom, glancing at Vero as the water turns on.
“He doesn’t act like his brothers,” she grumbles hesitantly. Her side is still a myriad of angry colors from the knife wound, but only the ends of her stitches are showing as they absorb into her skin. The doctor mentioned we’ll be able to cut the knots ourselves in a day or so.
The scar will be a reminder of what we’ve lived through, and I decide that I’ll always remind her of how beautiful it is.
“No, he doesn’t. Do we like him?”
I’m feeling a bubbly sensation inside of me, and my stomach is flip flopping with remembered arousal.
“Yeah, baby. I think we do,” she muses, her eyes on my lips. “I want to kiss you, but I’m messy.”
“I don’t care,” I reassure her. “I made the mess.”
Pushing me onto my back, she holds my hands and raises them over my head as she kisses me. She manages to move so that she’s rubbing her sleep shorts over my clit in just the right way, and I moan as she kisses me. Her breathing becomes labored, and I bite her lip.
“Take off your shorts and panties,” I insist. “I want you to come with me.”
I am obviously feeling better because I’m a bossy little shit. Verona huffs out a laugh as she pulls off her shorts, but also removes the rest of our clothing.
“We'll shower and change the sheets later,” she growls.
Fuck yes. While she can act submissive and soft, I love when she takes control too. Her fingers rub my clit, enjoying watching me continue to keep my arms over my head as she plays me like her favorite instrument, and then she’s grinding her hips against me instead.
Pablo’s groans from the shower as he gets himself off to our noises intensifies everything, and I bite my lip as I gaze at Vero’s gently swaying breasts over me.
“Do it,” she whispers, her body beginning to tremble as she realizes I want to bite her there. “Baby, please. Finish the bond.”