Chapter 65 Celia #2
Had they been there the whole time? Had he brought them with him?
“You’re telling me you fought this hard for both of them, and neither have taken care of you?
You deserve to be fucked within an inch of your life.
But I’ll settle for mine if I have to. Tell the Doc to get a blood donor ready.
” His hand traveled south, reaching into my thong and stroking against my center.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, dropping my head back against his chest.
He continued his teasing, making circles on my clit before dipping inside of me, two knuckles deep. He groaned in my ear.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He thrusted two fingers all the way inside before pulling them out, forcing my eyes open at the shock of him leaving me desperate and needy.
By the time I turned around he was already sitting on a velvet chair in the corner of the room, forearms on his knees as he settled in. Mateo and Santos still hesitated at the door.
“I’m so tired of you all treating me like I’m made of glass.
You didn’t break me, and neither did he.
If somebody doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to go insane.
” Mateo was first, behind me all too suddenly before his hands traveled up my body, under the fabric of my shirt.
His coarse hands massaged my breasts, kneading them softly before turning his attention to my nipples.
My eyes were still stuck on Ronan, sitting in the chair.
“Close the door or get out,” Ronan told Santos in a commanding tone.
“I thought you didn’t want to watch me with anyone else,” I antagonized while immediately regretting my inability to hold my tongue even when it benefited me.
“I was wrong.” His gaze hardened my way. “I want to watch them split you open. Then once I’ve heard you scream enough, I’ll clean you up with my tongue.”
He leaned forward in the chair and nodded to Mateo, who began to move his hands once again at Ronan’s instructions.
Rayos
I felt like I was going to combust from every small touch. The sound of the door closing made its way to me, but before I could look over Mateo’s shoulder to see if he’d come in or not, Santos was already there, pressed to my other side and pulling my jaw in his direction for a kiss.
I opened my mouth, parting my lips and letting his tongue dance its way in before reciprocating the movements myself. He swallowed my moans just as Mateo’s fingers flicked around my nipples.
“Take her clothes off,” Ronan said.
Santos didn’t delay, he broke our kiss, pulling my shirt off and throwing it on the ground while Mateo worked to undo the buttons on my jeans.
I helped him, stepping out of each leg as he rolled them down my calves.
I reached for Mateo’s shirt, taking it off of him and turning to Santos to do the same.
He grabbed my wrist in his hand to stop me and pinned my arm to my chest before forcing my back against him.
“Where do you want her?” He asked into my ear but the question wasn’t for me.
“Bring her to the bed.” Ronan leaned back and crossed his ankle over his knee.
I didn’t miss the bulge in his pants and his refusal to adjust it.
We made our way to the bed, where Ronan had the perfect view.
Mateo’s fingers danced up my spine, forcing a shiver from my body.
Once he got to the band of my bra he unclasped it, exposing me to all three of them.
I heard the faintest growl coming from the corner but it was hard to tell if it hadn’t come from the other two men.
“Take your shirt off,” I told Santos, but he ignored me.
“Lay her on the bed. Head towards the edge.” Ronan was in charge, and I had no problem with that. I couldn’t look away from him. He was hungry, in every sense of the word, and somehow he was going to make do with what I gave him.
I was on my back. Mateo had me boxed between his arms as he hovered over me, and Santos stood above my head.
“I want to hear her choking on her screams,” he told them.
Santos pulled me by the shoulders, letting my head dangle off the edge of the bed and before I could figure out what was going on I felt Mateo’s hot, wet mouth on my center, lapping up all of my anticipation.
Santos chuckled like he knew exactly how to fulfill Ronan’s demands.
I heard the unzipping of his pants and shifted my focus from the vortex of pleasure that Mateo was drawing out from between my legs.
His tongue fucked me continuously, only stopping to provide more attention to my clit every now and again.
“Open your eyes,” Ronan commanded, but it wasn’t him I saw once I did.
It was Santos’ engorged and overly pierced cock, throbbing as it waited to enter my mouth.
I moaned, parting my lips to let him in.
I barely had time to inhale, and with this position he slid all the way down my throat with ease, filling up my airways and blocking all possibility of me breathing.
I felt each bar of his Jacob’s ladder against my tongue, the cold steel making it impossible for me to not try to wrap my tongue over each one as he sheathed himself inside of me.
A tear dripped from my eye, rolling down onto my forehead and soaking into my scalp. Santos wiped it before pulling himself out from my mouth.
“What are you doing?” Ronan asked before I could.
He didn’t answer, he just scratched the back of his head anxiously before shaking his head and locking his gaze onto mine.
“I want this,” I told him, lifting up and turning onto my elbows, turning back to look at him.
Mateo had come to a full stop, seeing the tension between Ronan and Santos and completely clueless on how to fix it.
“I promise, I want this,” I told him, turning towards him.