Page 23 of Empire of Carnage
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.
