Chapter 77 Celia
CELIA
Ithought I was ready to answer but it wasn’t his fingers inside me that I felt, preparing to open me up so that his cock could slide inside with ease.
No, it was the head of his manhood, pushing against the tight barrier of my ass while Mateo made no effort to slow his methodical thrusts into me from below.
“Oh god, you’re too much,” I dropped Santos from my mouth in order to cry out just as he pressed his way in, bottoming out inside me.
I was so full. It was the kind of sensation that felt so unreal it seemed wrong, feeling both their lengths sliding in and out of me, stretching me to the brim and rubbing against each other through a thin barrier of skin.
“Oh God,”I cried out again just as Santos gripped the back of my hair once again.
“God isn’t the one filling up all your holes right now, Morena,” he reminded me, pulling my face towards him so that he could use it for his own pleasure. “Should I stop?” he asked just low enough for me to hear, making me realize I’d closed my eyes again.
I shook my head side to side and blinked up at him.
If I stayed looking at them, they kept me grounded.
Kept me from glimpsing into the memories I wanted to stay locked tight in the vault inside my head.
Because I knew that when I looked up it wasn’t the face of a monster that I would see, it was the face of someone who loved me.
The face of someone who did whatever he could to keep me safe, and I did the same for him.
That’s what our scars meant, they meant we loved each other, and that someone else felt threatened by that.
Guillermo didn’t deserve my fear, and he didn’t deserve an ounce of my memories.
I took a deep breath and shifted my eyes up to him, seeing nothing but love and admiration in the reflection of that hazel stare. He slowed down like he could sense my thoughts and he cupped my face with the palm of his hand.
“Celia?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“No, please. Don’t stop.” I shook my head with barely enough time to open my mouth again as he slammed his way in, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust of his hips. They were somehow in sync, each thrust hitting the deepest parts of me like a steady metronome.
So many hands were reaching out, caressing, stroking and rubbing every sensitive part of me, making my head spin from an overload of pleasure.
In and out, in and out. They filled me up, stretching me past what I thought was possible.
The first orgasm came from a buildup, my core tightening as it waited in anticipation for the release while my body slow climbed that diving board reaching higher and higher towards bliss, ready to submerge into the water.
I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t scream. Each attempt only muffled by Santos’ pierced cock thrusting deeper into my mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispered, his eyes staying fixed on mine before he held my head in place, his entire length sheathed down my throat as he emptied his release so deep inside me I couldn’t even taste his salt on my tongue.
I fought back the urge to gag every time he hit the back of my throat but the sound of me choking on his dick just made him moan louder.
He pulled out of my mouth, his cock slapping Mateo in the forehead, making him scowl.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter as he shoved Santos away from him, but it was cut short when Ronan yanked on my hair.
He pulled me against him, forcing me upright so that my back was pressed to his chest. I dropped my hands to Mateo’s sculpted abs, holding myself in place as they both moved in and out of me.
“Oh F—” Ronan cut me off, releasing my hair and wrapping his fingers around my throat.
His thumb stroked up and down the sides gently before he applied pressure.
I moaned, closing my eyes to surrender just as fingers slid between my folds and forced a burst of pleasure to cascade all throughout my body.
I wasn’t sure who they belonged to, and sparks of color were blooming throughout my vision.
Just as I was getting to that floaty place my thighs shook and weakened under me, my orgasm coursing through me like a broken power line sparking over wet asphalt.
“Oh fuck yeah, sunshine,” Mateo breathed out underneath me, one set of fingers still digging into my hips tightly while the others continued to torment the bundle of nerves full of heat between my thighs. “You’re squeezing my cock so good.”
Just as he said it, he put all his power into one final thrust, painting my insides with his hot, sticky release. I was breathing heavily, drops of sweat running down the side of my face while Ronan thrusted in and out of my ass slowly and methodically.
“How are you not done yet?” I asked, looking back at him, his hand still positioned around my throat but in a gentle hold.
“Done? I plan on being inside you for so long that our bodies fuse together, and they’ll have to medically separate us.” I started to laugh but he pulled me off Mateo, the sudden odd feeling of still being full in one hole but not the other always left a confusing need.
“More,” I begged just as Ronan pulled me with him, sitting back against the headboard of the bed, spreading my legs apart.
Mateo’s cum dripped out of me, coating the base of Ronan’s cock while he guided my hips against him slowly.
That’s when I noticed Santos had been standing a few feet away watching this whole time.
He stroked his pierced shaft up and down, his fingers purposefully hitting each bar every time he moved his hand.
He was a God towering over me, and I wanted to lick every scar on his beautiful body. Ronan’s hand traveled down, his fingers rubbing me while he taunted my puckered hole with his thick length. I moaned, another sharp bolt of pleasure striking my core while he played in mine and Mateo’s cum.
“Come here,” I demanded, shifting my eyes back to Santos.
He obeyed silently.
I reached out, my fingers tracing over each fucked up scar from wounds that had been barbarically reopened multiple times. He let out a stuttered breath. Ronan curved his fingers entering me and moving in and out of me. I reached up, clutching Santos’ forearms.
“Oh… Oh God,” I moaned just as Ronan adjusted us into a more reclined position so that Santos could climb on top.
One fist firmly planted into the mattress while another hand explored my naked body humming in approval as his fingers twirled my nipples between them. Ronan’s fingers moved away to make room.
I gasped, feeling him position the tip of his cock at my entrance.
His chest pressed against mine, forcing me harder against Ronan. And then he entered me, each delicious inch of his throbbing erection slid inside me with ease. Each bar of his piercing pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm from the sensation.
“Oh fuck.” Ronan groaned. “I can feel your piercings.”
“Shit, that’s so fucking hot, talk dirty to each other,” I whined needily.
Santos chuckled, like he knew the power his mecha-cock had.
“You gonna come from my cock rubbing up against yours Zerkos?” He was challenging him, which made me realize they were in a better place than when they had left.
Something happened while they were gone.
They’d somehow healed.
“Please” I moaned, feeling my overspent body climbing to try for one more orgasm like it hadn’t already run a marathon’s worth of them.
I reached down, finding my clit still sensitive and swollen but desperate for that friction I craved that I knew would send me right over the edge. I made slow circles, relishing in the feeling of the two of them moving against each other inside me until I could no longer contain it.
My climax burst out of me like a riptide, swallowing up everything in its way as I fought for an opportunity to breathe in between filling my lungs with sea water. Violent and potent, leaving me deaf to all sounds around me momentarily.
“Fuck.” Ronan gripped me tight, emptying his release inside of me and pumping me full of his cum as if my orgasm had taken him with me as well.
He moved my hair out of the way and turned my chin to the side, exposing the side of my neck to his mouth.
His tongue dragged against my flesh, licking the salty sweat from my skin before he slowly pulled out of me.
I shuddered, my body still convulsing in tremors from the powerful aftershocks of the full body orgasm they wrung out of me.
Ronan rolled away and just as I moved to get out from under Santos, he gripped me tight and stood from the bed, keeping me impaled on his steel adorned length. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, feeling him deeper inside of me as he walked me over to my private bathroom.
“I’m not done with you yet, morena,” he whispered into my ear, opening the door.
I held his face in my palms while he toyed with the shower controls, and once his eyes found their way back to me, I pressed my lips against his.
It was tender, far sweeter than I would have thought possible for two people raised on violence and death.
He walked us under the hot stream of water, guiding my hips up and down his shaft in a slow and torturous rhythm.
“I don’t think I can come anymore.” It felt impossible, there were literally no fucks left inside of me and he was still trying to draw them out somehow.
“Is that a challenge?” He smirked pushing me against the cold tile wall.
I turned my head just in time to see Ronan and Mateo striding into the bathroom, cocky looks on both their faces as they watched Santos thrust into me with a feverish passion.
“Put a timer on, if he takes more than five minutes to get her off I’m stepping in,” Ronan threatened and Mateo barked out a laugh.
“Bet I can get her to do it without even using my cock,” Mateo responded.