Page 68 of Split You Open

I hear Rhett whisper something to Santi.

A second later, a single finger slides into my pussy, pumps a few times in and out of me and then a second finger is joined. Then, together, they curl and caress my insides. Oh, I definitely didn’t teach Santi this. The fingers must be Rhett’s quick lesson. My hips arch upward. Santi sucks and teases my clit and I choke on another moan. My free hand remains in his hair, holding his head down.

My legs start to tremble.

My breathing comes in soft gasps as the building pleasure grows unstoppable.

Santi’s fingers are held tight as my orgasm crashes over me. Unable to stop them, my thighs come up to clamp down around Santi’s head. I bite back a cry as my back arches up off the mattress.

Santi doesn’t stop feasting on me.

Not when the convulsing stops.

Or when my legs fall from his head.

He doesn’t even stop when I try to tug his head away from me. Santi just grabs my hips and keeps going.

“Shit, Santi…” I hiss, writhing beneath him. “Santi!”

When I cum again I forget to cover my mouth and cry out, breaking the silence in the room.

Still, Santiago doesn’t stop.

I start to beg him to relent, to take a beat, but he doesn’t. Beside me, Rhett chuckles darkly.

“I told you, gluttony at its finest,” he teases. “And here you thought that you were the greedy one, Blair.”

“Help… me…” I beg.

Rhett smirks as he rakes his hair from out of his face. “I don’t know. I’m having a good time watching you two.”

I shoot him a glare and he chuckles.

“Fine, I’ll have to save myself.”

I clamp my thighs hard around Santi’s head and throw my weight to the side. Taken by surprise, Santi simply rolls with me until I’m on top of him. He yelps and I take advantage of being free from his mouth. I grab his arms and pin them to the mattress on either side of his face and wiggle my way down his body so I’m straddling his waist.

“What if I took what I wanted, Santi? What if I just sunk down on your cock right now and⁠—”

“You’ll have to give me a second.”

I blink in surprise. “Why?”

Rhett laughs softly. He sits up and crawls over to us. To my surprise he grabs me by the hood of Wes’s sweatshirt and yanks me off Santi. He drags me back and pulls me up against his chest. As he wraps an arm around my waist, he uses his other hand to point to Santi lying there breathless.

“Look at what you’ve done to our Santi. You made a mess of him.”

My eyes fly down to see the front of Santi’s boxers drenched. I giggle in surprise.

“Santi!” I admonish softly.

He whines, his palms hitting the mattress with frustration. “I told you what happens when you put your thighs around my head! This is your fault.”

Rhett’s body trembles behind me as he tries to stifle his laughter. I lean back against Rhett and am not surprised when I feel his erection brush up against my butt through his boxers.

I twist in his arms and look up into his eyes. “Hm… maybe Santi can’t do anything for me but you can.”

Before he can reply, I lean forward and kiss him. Rhett growls against my mouth. His hooped piercings press against my lips as I kiss him harder. With another growl, he throws me down and crawls over me.