Chapter 67 Celia
CELIA
It was nearly unbearable, having all of them watching me, craving their touch, and not getting it. Mateo sensed my need and rolled my nipples between his fingers again, flooding me with an aching desire for more.
“Please,” I begged.
Ronan chuckled louder. “I regret not doing this sooner.”
Mateo sat, bringing me down on his lap with his erection pressed at my ass.
“I’m going to fuck you here, Sunshine,” he whispered in my ear.
He wasn’t quiet about it though, and Ronan tossed a bottle of lube his way with a smirk.
Santos peppered kisses down my neck, his fingers dancing their way down my belly until they found the slick folds of my pussy right against Mateo’s thigh.
He moved his leg out of the way, getting ready for what was going to come next.
Santos’ fingers made contact with my clit just as Mateo’s lubed up fingers skirted the entrance of my puckered hole. First one finger slid through, eliciting a full body shudder from me while Santos sparked bursts of pleasure from me.
I moaned again and heard a wheezed grunt coming from Ronan.
Mateo inserted one more finger just as Santos speared himself inside my pussy, fingers scissoring their way in and rubbing against my walls. I cried out, an unexpected orgasm bursting its way out of me before I was ready.
“You weren’t supposed to come yet, Sunshine,” Mateo whispered in my ear.
I clutched his thighs, digging my nails into his flesh as I rode the last of that wave and forced him to hold me up from behind. He gave me the courtesy of letting me catch my breath before he hitched my legs up, wrapping my knees over his elbow and splaying me open for Santos and Ronan.
“Do you want him to fuck your ass, baby?” Ronan asked me.
“Yes.” I nodded at him first before turning my head back to Mateo.
He shoved his tongue into my mouth, a passionate sloppy kiss to distract me from the burning sting of his way too thick of a monster cock pressing against my puckered hole.
“Fuck!” I bit out, breaking our kiss as the head pushed its way through the tight barrier before sliding in. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” I breathed, recognizing how long it had been since the last time.
Santos dropped his head down my center, licking this way through my most sensitive area while Mateo continued to work his way inside me.
With a few more thrusts he had bottomed out, and the confusing sensation of fullness paired with the emptiness I still felt with my pussy unoccupied was too much to bear.
“I need both of you, please,” I gasped, yanking my fingers through Santos’ hair to pull him up to my face level.
He wet his bottom lip. Any reservation he may have had before was now gone. I could see it clearly. We’d wasted too much time holding back before, and all it got us was regrets and scars. It was time to claim what we wanted and burn anyone and everything that stood in the way of it.
I practically screamed once Santos pushed himself inside.
Each bar of his piercing drug along my walls with every inch he sunk deeper inside me.
He knew exactly the type of madness that thing caused, and he knew how to use it well.
He pulled out completely before he’d had a chance to go more than one or two bars in, and with a violent thrust of his hips, he impaled me.
The noise I made wasn’t human.
It didn’t stop them from continuing their torture.
Mateo still held my legs under the knees, and Santos’ hands roamed everywhere they could find within reach. Thrusting back and forth once they’d found a rhythm that worked for them both.
“I can feel your dick piercings,” Mateo groaned, making me wonder what that felt like for him, if it felt this good for me.
“Fuck,” Santos breathed out, picking up speed.
“Wrap your hands around her neck.” Ronan gave one last command and I waited to see which one of them would oblige.
Mateo froze, but I knew it was in hesitation.
I gave Santos my most seductive stare, challenging him to dare to disobey.
He didn’t have it in him. His hand found its way to my throat, pressing at the side to restrict my blood flow.
Mateo did the rest of the work, moving my hips in sync with his thrusts so that each time my hip came down I would come down onto Santos as well.
The position had his dick hitting my g-spot every time he skewered into me, but with his grip around my neck I wasn’t able to moan, to cry, or scream.
My breathing was shallow but the winding in my core grew tighter as my body got closer and closer to release.
One hand still on Mateo’s thigh, the other gripped Santos’ forearm, and I squeezed, knowing an earth shattering climax was just around the corner.
My vision went hazy from the pressure around my throat, and I closed my eyes to lose myself to the colorful bright spots in my eyes, feeling the next climax tear through me like an avalanche.
“Not yet.” I heard Ronan’s muted voice telling Santos when he tried loosening his grip on me.
Another thrust. There was no distinction between the end of one orgasm or another.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I didn’t know what any part of my body was doing at any point in time.
I was simply in pleasure, like diving into the bottomless ocean.
A moment where all that mattered was how good I felt and how good they could make me feel.
And we were all in it together.
I exploded again, this time hearing Ronan’s approval and Santos moving his hands just in time for a guttural cry to rip its way out of me.
He pulled out in a single move, his piercings rubbing every right spot along the way, prolonging an orgasm that felt like it would never end.
A flood of liquid poured its way out from between my legs and onto the sheets, my body convulsing with tremors as I collapsed onto Mateo.
“We’re not done,” Mateo spoke from behind, forcing my eyes to flutter back open.
He was right, they weren’t.
Santos looked determined, cock hard in his hand as he stroked up and down, playing with the bars of his piercings every time his fingers grazed over them.
“Fuck, that thing is so hot.” I let my brain vomit voice itself out loud through my mouth.
I was panting hard, but I was a puddle of cummed out mess, unsure if I even had it in me to satisfy the two of them.
I was already three deep and they hadn’t even come once yet.
Mateo let my legs go, dropping me to my knees on the bed while he stayed inside me.
He placed his hands between my shoulder blades, letting me know he wanted me to drop down.
I obliged, lifting my ass up into the air as I pressed my chest to the mattress, turning my head to continue watching Santos pleasuring himself.
Precum gathered at the tip, and he rubbed his thumb along it, spreading it around and coating his length in it.
He didn’t need it. He was still plenty wet from being inside of me.
Before I knew it, my mouth was watering.
Watching his hand work his manhood in a way that had his eyes burning into mine as he chased his own pleasure was riveting.
With every thrust of Mateo’s hip against my ass I felt myself creeping closer to unraveling all over again.
No time to get my bearings or recover, I was shaking at the first contact Mateo’s fingers made with my clit, giving me the friction I needed to find my release again.
This time I took him with me, feeling the way his cock pumped inside of me while his cum filled my ass.
He pulled out slowly, aftershocks surging through my body and forcing an awkward twitch from me as I wriggled against him.
As if my pleasure was enough, Santos took two more pumps of his fist before ropes of his cum were landing on the bed, warm droplets landing on my face while he moaned through his climax.
The three of us breathed heavily, taking our time to come down from our high as gently as possible.
“Spread her legs,” Ronan demanded and Santos was there in an instant, flipping me on my back while Mateo held me open like a buffet.
I raised up onto my elbows, watching Ronan struggle to get off the chair on his own before slowly making his way towards us. Mateo stood, giving him his arm to help him down onto his knees.
“Fuck me,” Ronan whispered before his head disappeared between my legs.
He was making good on that promise.
The flat of his tongue raked against my swollen, abused clit but he didn’t care. He licked up every drop of arousal that coated me before shoving his tongue deep inside, doing the same to all of the liquid heat that threatened to spill its way out of me again.
“Oh God,” I cried, every nerve ending on my body was still too sensitive, but he didn’t seem to care.
His tongue moved in and out of me as he cleaned every inch of my ass and pussy with his mouth.
It was too much. I shook my head back and forth, whispering obscenities in Spanish until there was nothing left but for me to come once more, violently shaking in his hold while Mateo kept me spread apart.
“Fuck!” I cried out, clawing the sheets below me desperately.
Once I could finally stop hearing the blood pumping through my ears, I rose back up to a seated position and looked at Mateo and Santos.
“Help me undress him,” I told them. “Get him in the shower.” I nudged my head towards the en suite bathroom.
Santos was up first, lifting Ronan from his knees while Mateo did his best to remove his shirt without putting him through too much pain. He was healing well, the Doc said so herself, but he was still supposed to be receiving assistance with day to day things like this.
I headed over to the bathroom, stepping on the cold tile floor before walking through the glass doors of the shower and turning it on. Hot water sprayed from the showerhead, instantly filling the room with a plethora of steam.
“Sit.” I gestured to the concrete stool across from the showerhead.
All three followed but only Ronan took a seat, knowing my words were just for him.
I filled a loofah with soap before dragging it across his body, starting with his shoulders and being mindful to not put pressure on his stomach.
He leaned against the tile wall, closing his eyes and seeming unbothered by how cold it must have felt.
I bent over and turned to scrub his massively muscular legs.
“Will you tell me what happened? When Guillermo had you both?” he asked, his eyes remaining shut.
“I got on my knees for him,” I told him. “To keep him from hurting Santos any more than he already had.” His eyes jarred open and looked past me.
He was looking at his brother’s scars again.
“How can I make it better?” It was so Ronan of him to ask me that.
Ever since we were children, he was always looking for a way to make things better, to fix whatever it was that was keeping a smile from my face.
But it wasn’t up to him or Santos or Mateo to make it better.
It was only up to me. I was the one who decided how damaged I was going to be from this, not them, and certainly not Guillermo.
“By letting me get on my knees for you,” I told him, not wavering my gaze from that emerald forest that burned so brightly in his stare.
I lowered down in front of him, the water hammering into my back like a hot massage that pressed against my muscles.
He was hard and ready for me, and there was no way I wasn’t going to be savoring all the best dick of my life in one day.
I wrapped my lips over my teeth and lowered my mouth onto his erection, licking the shiny head of his length before sending it further into my mouth.
He groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling.
“Fuck flower, I forgot just how good that mouth of yours feels.” He let out a desperate grunt and I looked up to find him watching me intently, not a care in the world about the two other men enjoying the show behind me.
He pulled at my hair, letting me know he was going to take control and I relaxed my throat, readying myself for it. He thrusted deep down my throat before pulling all the way out to slam again. I closed my eyes, but a picture of Guillermo’s sick smile flashed over my vision in the dark.
“Look at me,” he said, as if he knew exactly where I’d gone.
I choked out an inhale, opening my eyes to find him looking down at me with nothing but admiration.
“I love you,” he said, pulling out of my mouth.
“No, stop. We’re not done, you’re not done.” I shook my head, but Santos pulled me up from behind and began washing me with the same loofah before I’d had a proper chance to fight about it.
Mateo helped Ronan up, but he walked out of the bathroom on his own. The two of them stayed, closing in on me while Santos continued to lather me up.
“It’s okay to not be okay, sunshine.” Mateo cupped my cheek. “No one expects you to pretend like you’re fine.”
“I am fine,” I said through clenched teeth, my nostrils flaring widely before I pushed through them, dripping wet with no towel as I made my way out of the bathroom.
“Fuck!” Santos cursed just loud enough for me to hear.
Ronan stood there, as naked as I was, but seeming ten times less bothered than me.
“Let me try again,” I said nervously.
He shook his head.
“Another time, I just want to sleep next to you again. I want to hold you in my arms.”
“I love you Ronan,” I said the words that had taken too long to come out of my mouth again.
“I love you too, Cecilia. Celia. Whatever the fuck you want to be called these days.”
“I’ll settle for your majesty.” I smirked, grabbing a towel that hung from a chair and using it to dry myself.
“Then come sleep with me, your majesty.” He reached out and I accepted his hand, letting him pull me closer.
I helped him onto the bed, thankful that all the wet spots were at the bottom towards our feet and making a mental note to change them in the morning when I wasn’t completely fucked out of energy.
He laid on his back, and I propped the pillows up just slightly for him, making sure he was comfortable and settled in.
I nudged myself into a nook at his side, draping one leg of mine over his and laying my arm over his chest. My head found a comfortable place on his arm, and I closed my eyes to appreciate this moment, wondering for a second what the fuck was taking the other two so long to shower.
Ronan ran the tips of his fingers up and down the side of my arm, the gentle touch sending a wave of goosebumps down my spine.
Guadalajara was quickly becoming home again, because home wasn’t a set place.
I didn’t know that I’d ever get tired of saying so.