Page 114 of Split You Open

Looking at Rhett, I smile and say, “Speak.”

Confusion flickers across his face before I see understanding flicker to light. He laughs but the sound is tense.

“Fuck, I’m going to make sure you never win again. You’re a power-hungry whore, you know that, Blair?”

“Your power-hungry whore,” I promise, quietly. To Santi I add, “And yours.”

“If he won’t speak, I will,” Santi rasps out. “Woof. Woof. Goddamn it, woof!”

I laugh at his desperation. “You’re always so eager to please.”

Rhett shoots Santi a smoldering look. “Okay, yeah… I can see the appeal of the whole ‘speak’ thing now.” His dark eyes find mine. “Woof.”

I shiver with delight.

It’s not the word, but his willingness to submit that gets me so hot and needy. As his reward, I wrap my lips around his dick. He hisses with pleasure. My tongue teases the tip of his cock before I take him into the back of my throat, careful of his piercings. As I sink closer and closer to his base, I reach out and stroke Santi with my other hand.

“Shit… I’m not going to last!” Santi whines as his hips thrust and he uses my hand to jerk off.

Good. I don’t need him to last too long. Not with what else I have in store tonight.

As I pull my head back up Rhett’s shaft again, I tug gently on Santi’s erection—urging him closer. Santi complies immediately. I pull my mouth from Rhett’s cock to look up at them both. They’re staring down at me, their pupils blown wide and a stark hunger is etched into their faces.

“Make out while I take the two of you into my mouth,” I demand.

They comply at once. I watch a moment as they make out and again, I feel the rush of desire make its way through me. With a deep breath, I take Rhett into my mouth first. I don’t take him far, knowing I’ll need room to make this work with Santiago.

When I pull Santi’s dick into my mouth, there’s a moment where I struggle to get them both to fit. But then they’re inside me—their dicks trapped in my cheeks. My mouth waters uncontrollably, my tongue sliding over Rhett and Santi; exploring each vein, ring, and expanse of smooth skin. Both men groan loudly. Rhett’s hand lands on my head, while Santi’s skims my face.

As if they understand that I’m unable to move too much, they take over using my mouth for their pleasure. Rhett pulls out just a little, allowing Santi to thrust further into my mouth so the tip of his dick can caress the back of my throat. When Santi pulls back, Rhett takes his place at the back of my throat.

Together, the two of them find a rhythm.

When one groans, the other lets out a weak sigh. Looking up, I watch as they make out. It’s sloppy now as they break apart to occasionally stare down at me. I’ve never seen them look this hungry before. It’s like they're more animal than man.

Their sounds of pleasure grow increasingly louder.

Reaching up, I take the length of each one of them into a hand and stroke.

Santi whimpers, breaking the kiss to let out a whine. “Shit, this is fucking incredible. How is this real? I can’t… I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Cum, Santi,” Rhett growls as he leans forward and kisses along his neck. “Spill your cum down our woman’s throat. She’s hungry, Santi. Feed her.”

“Mi Amado…” Santi’s body tenses. “Cariño …”

His hips jerk forward and he stills as his release erupts in my mouth. Rhett pulls his cock back so that I have room to swallow.

I devour every last drop.

When I pull back, I look up at Santi and practically purr, “Good boy, Santi.”

The blissed-out look on his face disappears only for him to beam down at me.

“We should do this every night before bed—I swear I’d sleep like a rock.”

Absentmindedly, I continue to stroke Rhett as I nod. “I’m not opposed to the idea.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Santi warns as he crouches down to be at my eye level. He kisses me hard before he pulls back and whispers, “Make him speak again. I liked that a lot.”