I wait until he’s walked away before I go back upstairs to find Celia waiting for me. She’s tapping her foot and wringing her hands together as I approach. We haven’t spoken openly about the conversation we had where we admitted to wanting to use. But though nothing else has been said, it’s always there in the back of my mind. And I know it’s been there for Celia too.
“What’s up?” she asks, her usually raspy voice squeaking slightly.
I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. My hands are sweaty and I rub them against my tan slacks. “Uh, he left.” She knows this, but I’m nervous. There are two grams of coke in my pocket and I don’t really know what to do. I’ve never bought drugs before. I’ve never used anything other than the scripts my father would have. I feel like I’m floundering. “Um, he gave me…well he had some stuff. And he sold me a bit.”
“What and how much?”
I look around. There’s no one visible, and the music blasting behind my apartment door helps keep our conversation more private than it would have been otherwise. Still, I kneel before Celia to tell her. “One hundred and it’s coke.”
Her eyes widen ever so slightly. Then her lips purse and she exhales slowly. “Okay. Okay.” She’s nodding to herself as she stands. “Okay. We can do this.”
Since my apartment is right here, and my bedroom has a lock on the door to keep partiers out, we rush back inside and through the crowd. There are cheers and taunts that follow us as we rush to my room. Most no doubt think we’re on our way to my room to fuck. I’m okay with that.
I struggle to get the key into the slot, adrenaline is coursing through my body. Celia has to take over. And then we’re inside, and the lock is sliding back into place and we’re breathing hard and staring at one another.
“I’ve um, I’ve never actually tried it before.” Celia breaks the silence as we move to sit on my bed. “But I have, well, I’ve seen my mom use. She hid it pretty well in the beginning, but as she got more and more addicted, and moved on to other drugs, she wasn’t so good at keeping it from me.” It’s a heavy moment, a slap of reality. It’s been years since either of us have had anything and the two small packets I’ve pulled from my pocket are about to change all of that.
“Are we making a mistake?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle. We’re not completely stupid. We know what this means.
“I just want to not feel any of this shit for a while.”
“Me, either.”
With trembling fingers, Cecelia takes one of the packets. She tells me we’re not using too much. For one, it would probably kill us to, and second, until we know what this does, slow and low is best. Using the desk in my room and the protractor I have sitting on top, white powder is spilt, lines are drawn, and judgment day has come.
With a gust of breath, we lean down together, pinching one nostril, and inhale the world away.
TEN
The sun is peering through the curtains, trying to sneak its way into my bedroom. I sense the heat of it crawl up my legs until it rests, stopped just below my cock. A grunt leaves my lips, and my fingers tighten on the bed sheets as I feel Celia’s tongue flatten against the underside of said cock before tugging the ball of the apadravya piercing I have between her teeth. She giggles, no doubt at the look on my face, before taking my entire length deep into her throat.
Cecelia Santos does not have a gag reflex.
Sometimes, that fact is really hot. I love the way it feels to have my cock slip far back into her throat as she sucks me off, the way my piercing drags along her tongue into her throat. Other times, the stupid guy in me, the one who has watched perhaps too many porn movies featuring blow jobs and thinks it correlates with the size of the dick being sucked, wants to hear the noise. She’ll pretend to gag to stroke my ego, but I know it really is all pretend.
“Oh my God, baby. That feels so fucking good.” Lifting my right hand, I run it along her body. She’s at my side, bent over on her knees, ass in the air. I need to touch her. I guide her movements for a bit, letting my fingers tangle in her hair as I control the up and down flow. But then my eyes wander toward her gorgeous ass and I need to touch her there. I need to taste her too. “Mmm, let me have you, baby. I want you to sit on my face while you suck my cock.”
She lifts off me with a slurp. Gripping her left thigh, I encourage her to be quick as her leg swings over my head to rest beside me. She’s a little too far forward, resting more on my chest than over my mouth, so I pull her back by her hips. Instantly, her mouth returns to my dick and I have to bite my lip to keep my focus on my task at hand.
She’s spread open for me, her delicately shaved pussy a pretty dark pink. My eyes flutter as her teeth scrape along the head. I need to get moving before she makes me come without ever getting the chance to eat her out. Pulling her hips down, I lick along her slit and feel her shiver. I repeat the action before wrapping my arms around her body so I can spread her open for me wider. This action causes her clit to pop out more to my waiting mouth.
I suck lightly on the hard nub, before flattening my tongue against it and pressing. More shudders break through Celia’s body, and she starts moaning too. I love how that feels and a moan slips from me into her.
“Fuck, Chace,” she gasps lifting her head away as she grinds against my mouth. I love it when she fucks my face like this. We’ve only ever been with each other, and since our first time in rehab, we’ve gotten really good at giving each other exactly what we need to feel good. “Shit, I love it when you fuck my pussy with your tongue like that.”
I love it too. Not only do I love making Cecelia feel good, but I love how it takes away her inhibitions. For a long time, because of who her mother was and the things her father said and thought about her, Celia was shy, reserved. Sex with her in the beginning, while not boring, was more modest. Missionary. That’s not to say we only did it in the missionary position. But it was safe. She moaned when I did something the liked, but she didn’t vocalize much. As time has gone on though, with the new city, and her father’s voice so far away, she’s losing those reservations that kept her from expressing her pleasure to me.
I also love the way her pussy coats my tongue with her juices when I fuck her like this. I won’t lie and say she tastes like the sweetest peach, because pussy is not a fucking fruit. It’s an acquired taste, to be honest. But still, I love the way Celia tastes. She’s tart and tangy and when we’re together, she’s so fucking wet. And right now, not only am I tasting Celia, I can also taste faint traces of myself.
See, it wasn’t that long ago I was buried balls deep inside this pussy I’m tongue fucking. I had Cecelia on her knees as I pounded her from behind slamming the headboard to my bed against the wall, no doubt pissing my neighbors – if they’re home – off. I came so fucking hard we had to take a moment to get our bearings after that round.
But now I’m better. We’re better. And while I have traces of my come coating my tongue as Celia’s juices spill into my mouth, I know she’s tasting herself on my cock. And fuck if she’s not lapping it up like it’s her favorite ice cream cone.
I feel a tingle begin deep in my belly, spreading out to my thighs and into every nerve ending. I’m so fucking close. I want Celia to come when I do so I slide a finger into her, feeling the squeeze, before slipping a second. I curl my fingers the best I can from this angle as I continue to lap and suck at her clit.
She’s moaning in earnest now around my cock and her walls are starting to clench. I hold back my own orgasm until I feel her clit begin to throb against my tongue before I come with a chest deep groan right into her waiting throat.
“Jesus fuck!” I shout as every muscle locks up. Celia’s no better as her legs practically crush my head as her climax ripples through her.
We’re still a moment, her pussy still resting above my face, her head near my slowly softening cock. But then she moves gingerly off of me, standing on unsteady legs next to the bed. There’s a glazed look in her eyes and a goofy
smile on her lips. I watch her lick those lips before she walks to my desk to retrieve the flat mirror we’d lined the coke on. As she returns to the bed, I notice her frown.
“This is the last of it,” she tells me before snorting one of the last two lines up. She offers the other to me and I inhale sharp and fast. The burn is swift but welcome. It makes my body tingle, not as good as the pleasure Cecelia pulls from me, but I love the way my heart races. I also love the way I feel myself hardening with all that increased blood flow.
“We’ll just have to get some more.” I pull Celia to me kissing her hard. Her come, my come, they mix together on our tongues as we make love with our mouths.
Once we’ve pulled apart, it takes me a few minutes to find Hagen’s card to call him. He tells me to meet him at some motel off South Pulaski. The Midway Inn or some bullshit.
It takes us nearly an hour to come off the jitters our last round caused, and then another forty-five minutes to get to the stupid place by train. My cheap cell phone chirps with his room number as we reach the Inn.
“Room 112,” I tell Cecelia as we stumble against the chilly air and into the lobby. We’re trying to act natural as we search out the room we need. Thankfully it doesn’t take us long to find it and we’re seated in front of the tall, lanky guy I saw Frankie kick out however long ago. I study him for a bit, and an errant thought crosses my mind that he could pass for one of the chess club nerds I used to see at my old school. Besides being gangly, his dirty blond hair is slicked back with either too much hair spray or gel, he’s got thick lens glasses on, and is wearing a polo shirt and pressed slacks.
I have to hold back a laugh at him. He has available what Cecelia and I want so I’m not going to laugh at his face. “Thanks for meeting with us.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Same as before.”
He watches us for a moment, seemingly analyzing us or vetting us, I can’t be sure. Then a smile takes to his face. “I can do you one better. Some new stuff. I’ll even let you try it before buying just in case it’s not to your liking.”
We sit on a dirty sofa and watch Hagen cut lines before offering the first to Cecelia.
“Ladies first,” he says and with a quick glance my way, Celia takes the straw he’s offering and inhales the line of white. I see her squeeze her eyes shut tight, her face scrunched up almost as though she’s in pain. But then her face relaxes and a lazy smile forms on her lips.
She passes me the straw and looks at me. Her light brown eyes are glowing. There’s lust and desire and need burning within their depths. Not taking my eyes off of her, I lean down and take the powder into my body. I have to grit my teeth as it overwhelms my senses.
“Well? What’s our verdict?” I’d almost forgotten Hagen was still in the room with us.
Without looking his way, I nod. “We’ll take it.”
“Good. Let me just go grab you a fresh packet. I’ll do same price as last time too.” He stands and walks out the door leaving us alone. I don’t bother contemplating why he doesn’t have his stash with him, or why he wasn’t ready for a sale. I don’t really care. All I care about is the way Cecelia is looking at me. The coke is flowing through my body, spiking every nerve into a frenzy and I lose my breath at the look I’m getting.
She doesn’t say anything, just stands and moves to straddle my lap. In an instant her mouth is on mine, forceful and hungry, her tongue slides against my bottom lip before slipping inside to caress my tongue. I groan long and deep as she starts to circle her hips and grind in my lap. I’m hard in no time.
“What are you doing, baby?” I’m gripping her hips, guiding her movements for optimum friction for the both of us.
“I want you inside me, Chace.” Her voice is whiny, needy. I’ve never heard her sound like this before. It makes me harder. “Please fuck me. Fuck me here.”
“He could come back any second now,” I argue weakly.
“Don’t care. Please,” she begs again and I can’t say no to her.
I unzip her coat but don’t remove it from her shoulders. I do the same to her flannel long-sleeved shirt. Pulling her breasts from the cups of her white cotton bra, I lean my head down to lick and suck on her nipples. “You need to take your pants off, baby.”
She pulls away from my mouth and slips the black leggings she’s wearing quickly down her legs, pulling one leg over her sneaker but not removing her shoes or the other side. I feel my mouth water as the small patch of neatly trimmed hair just above her pussy is exposed. But then I come to my sense and pop the buttons open on my jeans, shimmying my pants down just enough to pull my cock comfortably out.
I’m hard and leaking as Celia straddles me again, giving no preamble, she sinks down onto me. “Jesus Christ.”
Her breasts thrust to my face, her nipples captured by my waiting mouth. Her hips swirl and grip. Her body welcomes me with intense wet heat and I forget where we are or what we’re doing. I forget everything but the way it feels to be with Celia like this.
We don’t hear the door open or Hagen step back inside the room. We don’t hear his surprised “oh shit” as he takes in the free porno we’ve supplied. We’re not aware of anything until he’s standing near the arm of the sofa we’re fucking on. It’s Celia that sees him first too. She notices his erection straining to break through the zipper of his slacks. She notices the way he grips his dick, clearly turned on and trying to relieve some pressure.
“Fuck, you guys are hot together,” he groans and I smirk against Celia’s skin. I feel like steel inside of her, made harder by this guy watching us together. I’ve never been much into exhibitionism, and I can’t help but wonder if part of this is because of the cocaine manipulating my mind. “I bet she’s good cock sucker. Look at those plump lips.”
“You want me to blow you? Huh?” I hear Cecelia ask, and though the idea of sharing her is not something I’ve ever wanted or thought of, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to see her fuck someone else. To watch her take her pleasure from someone else. “Yeah, you want my lips wrapped around your dick so badly.”
As I continue to thrust up, continue to lick against her throat, I hear the zipper peel apart. An executive decision on Cecelia’s part has obviously been made. As my lips trail up her throat, my teeth nipping at her ear, I see out of the corner of my eye, her tongue slip out and lick the tip of Hagen’s cock, pulling the pre-cum into her mouth. He groans, loudly.
“Fuck, that’s it. Suck my cock.” I see Hagen’s hand move to Celia’s head, but I push it away. He doesn’t get to take, he only gets what she chooses to give him. “God, I bet your pussy feels even better. So wet and hot.”
In a blur of movement, Celia and I share a moment, a settling of common ground and she’s gone from my lap, leaving me hard and drenched from her juices. I hear foil tearing, see Hagen sit on the edge of the bed as he sheaths his dick, and then I see Cecelia hover over him, her back to his front, her eyes on mine, as she sinks down onto him.
Fuck.
The sight is both erotic and gut-wrenching.
He can’t touch her and balance at the same time. So she’s doing all the work. Bouncing. Swirling. Pulling moans from his lightly muscled chest. And still she stares at me. I wonder if she even realizes it. Because her stare is so intense, even watching this woman I care so much about fuck another man is doing nothing to derail my desire for her. I walk to stand before her, letting my cock hang before her face. Letting it shine with the bar through it and her cream.
She smirks at me and then takes me into her mouth, scraping her teeth along the length. I will more than likely come if she keeps that up, but I don’t want it to be in her mouth. Dropping to my knees, I torture myself by watching closely the way his condom covered cock slips in and out of her. Her clit is hard and calling my name.
Without thinking, I lean forward and flick it with my tongue. The mewling cry that escapes Celia’s mouth has me doing it again, only I add sucking the little bud into my mouth as
well. One of her hands slips through my short hair, tugging at the ends before scratching at my scalp. Her whole body trembles as I scrape my teeth against where she’s most sensitive.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I hear muffled through the room. Then a grunting jerk follows and I know Hagen has just come. Apparently we’re just too much for him. But I haven’t come yet and neither has Cecelia. No matter how good my mouth and tongue were making her feel, though I know she held off just for me.
Needing to be inside her again I lift her from Hagen’s softening cock and toss her back onto the sofa. I slip into her easily, pounding her until we’re both nothing more than breathless, quaking limbs.
We spend several minutes trying to recover from the exertion. But there’s still adrenaline coursing through my veins. I’m still hard. I’m still needy. After losing my virginity, I wanted sex all the time. It feels good and I have some understanding of what Marshall had gone through. Of course I didn’t have the need to hump everything female that crossed my path, just Cecelia, but I understand how badly he must have wanted to be buried in a warm, wet pussy. Then again, I was a newly sexed teenaged boy, so while I understood Marshall, I think my experience was more normal than his by a long shot. And again, I only crave Celia.
I slip out, cock standing slick and creamy at attention in the low light of the room. I see my cum leak out of Cecelia and a part of me wants to crawl back between her legs and eat her pussy until she’s screaming my name. I don’t though because for as much as my mouth wants to take her again, I want to fuck her again. I want her bouncing on me like she was him.
“Yeah? You want to put on more of a show, baby?” she asks and I don’t realize I’ve spoken aloud. So I just nod dumbly as she lifts off the dingy sofa and slips back onto me. My come, her juices, they make it easy. So warm. So wet. God I love it.
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