Celia rides them both hard, thrusting her ass against Felipe behind her, and her pussy down Kid’s cock. Both men groan as their cocks struggle for purchase within Celia’s body. The bed beats a staccato rhythm against the wall like a metronome keeping them in sync. Celia is insatiable. She will fuck for hours if Felipe allows her, and sometimes he does.
“Please!” Kid implores. He feels hot, suffocated, and overstimulated.
“No coming,” Celia says. Sweat drips down her neck onto Kid’s chest.
“Fuck!” Kid shouts angrily. He forces himself to change his rhythm to stave off the inevitable. He knows this game. Celia is setting him up for failure. He’ll come without being given permission and Celia will punish him. Celia has seen to it by tying him down, sucking his dick, and riding him while Felipe fucks her in the ass. Even when Kid stops moving, he can feel Felipe rubbing him through Celia’s tight, wet walls.
“Language, boy,” Felipe grunts. “Celia isn’t going to let you come.” Felipe slows and swivels his hips in such a way that both Celia and Kid groan. “You’re her distraction.” He thrusts. “Without you…” Thrust. “She couldn’t take me.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Celia collapses on Kid’s chest in a soggy heap. Her hair clings to his arm and shoulder. She pants hot, loud, and humid against his ear. “Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.”
“I’m sorry, Celia,” Kid says through clenched teeth. He won’t come. No matter what.
Celia pushes herself up to grip Kid’s jaw. Her nails dig into his chin. She trails her tongue over his lips until he opens to her kiss. She pulls back and groans. She stares into Kid’s eyes. “If you come,” she laughs at the pained sounds he makes, “I’ll beg him to fuck you instead.”
Kid’s eyes widen. He thinks about how good it felt to fuck himself with one finger and how different it might be from taking Felipe’s thick cock. His body heats up like mercury on a summer day, but he knows better than to show preference one way or the other. He might as well sit on Felipe’s lap if he’s going to succumb to that type of stupidity. It will happen one day, eventually, but he is in no hurry. Sharing Celia and knowing he cannot compete with Felipe is difficult enough, rolling over for him would be worse.
“Filthy little mouths, both of you. She never used to say things like that before you came, boy.” Felipe smiles and keeps pounding his lovers into blissful submission as Celia asks Felipe’s forgiveness. Felipe’s hands cup Celia’s breasts to pull her backward onto his chest, and Kid’s pained moans roar to life. The older man shuts his eyes to better hear them, and Kid does nothing to keep them tempered. “Would you like that, boy? If I simply took what I wanted and deflowered your pussy? I bet you’d come without a hand on your little cock.”
“Shit! I can’t…stop…ohgod…Felipe, please,” Kid sighs in defeat.
45. Felipe
Felipe punches his hips forward in shallow thrusts and nearly loses his control with every sharp clench of Celia’s muscles and Kid’s needy whimpers when their cocks grind and pulse together in her velvety grip.
“Can you feel me, boy? I can feel you. It makes me think about coming so you can feel every throb as I fill up our Celia’s tight little ass. Would that make you lose it, baby boy? Make you come in her pussy so I can feel your cock against mine?”
“Ah, ah ah, ah…fuck…goddamnitFelipe. Pleeeeeease!” Kid’s hips stutter sharply. Felipe can feel the boy’s balls tightening, ready to push out his load.
“Don’t you dare!” Felipe says through clenched teeth.
46. Kid
Kid rebels against the vision of his own cock pushing against Felipe’s as they flood Celia with come. Every thrust brings it back. He nearly screams when Celia hastily lifts off. Kid fixates on the sight of her bright pink lips quivering, and her vacuous little hole contracting around the ghost of his cock. Felipe’s fingers fill her void, sliding inside to keep her coming. Kid can’t tear his eyes away, not from Celia’s juices sliding toward her asshole, not from Felipe’s balls slamming against her, and not from the semen running back out.
Kid can no longer control himself. He curses them. He bucks wildly, pulling on the satin ropes that hold him spread out on the bed. His hard cock is red and leaking precum onto his stomach. “Please! Just touch my fucking dick. I’ll come. Please. Please!”
47. Celia
Celia and Felipe laugh pitilessly as they fall to one side of the bed. Celia reaches out and lazily pinches one of Kid’s nipples to make him hiss. “Shhh,” she sings. “You know better than that.”