Page 71 of Split You Open

Wes’s gaze flickers back to Santi who I can feel shift closer to me from behind.

“Deep breath,” Rhett orders from behind me.

Wes sucks in a deep breath and I follow his lead. Santi’s hips press forward and I can feel the head of his dick slide into me. Wes lets out the breath he’s sucked in and I do the same. With every inhale Wes takes, I do the same. And every time I breathe, Santi sinks further into me.

There’s stretching.

Oh god is there stretching. My fingers dig into Wes’s shoulders, and I whimper when it gets to be too much.

“You’re doing so good, Blair,” Rhett says, his voice husky now.

“So good, cariño,” Santi confirms. His mouth peppers the side of my neck with kisses and his hands come around to hold my breasts. “You feel so fucking good. “

Wes lets out the breath he’s taken, and I follow suit. When he speaks, his voice is rough. “You’re wrapped so tight around me that you feel like a second layer of skin. Fuck, baby girl, you feel like heaven.”

I say nothing as I focus on his fingers. I don’t have the capacity to do much else. I'm a trembling ball of nerves and despite all the breathing and the clit coaxing, I feel like I’m at my absolute breaking point by the time Santi is seated completely inside of me.

“Oh, god, I’m not going to last,” Santi chokes out.

Wes lets out a strained laugh. “One of us has to, Santiago.”

“You’re both going to last for our woman, got it?” Rhett snaps, though I can hear the strain in his voice.

“Easy for you to say,” Santi whines.

I can feel him trembling as he leans into me, his breathing ragged and hot on my skin.

“Ready, Wes?” Rhett calls.

Wes nods.

“Wait, ready for w-what?” I gasp out.

“Time to move, baby girl,” Wes explains and lifts his hips. It's a subtle thrust given how he’s sitting and how I straddle him but it’s definitely noticeable.

At the same time, Santi pulls out of me. Or rather, Rhett pulls Santi out of me.

The sensation is so strange that I tense. The sound I make is somewhere between a whine and howl.

“No, no,” Wes chokes out. “Relax. Breathe.”

I do as I’m told. In the past, following orders meant staying alive. Right now is no different. Wes pulls out and Santi pushes in, and I force myself to inhale and exhale once more. As my body relaxes, I start to feel it.

The pleasure is subtle at first.

But it builds as the guys work together, and I can see the appeal of this. I feel pleasurable tension coiling in my lower stomach. My mind goes blank as I’m overwhelmed with sensation. I’m so full but it feels so right. My trust in these men has brought me to this very moment where we’re all connected—I love it.

Moans and whimpers, cries and pleas begin to pepper the air. Some are from me, but the others are just as vocal with their need. All three men are building toward the same precipice they’re forcing me toward and I can hear it in the sounds they make.

I arch into Wes, searching for his mouth. He meets me halfway. Our tongues collide and I moan into his mouth. He devours me, never missing a beat as he thrusts up into me. I rock my hips, hoping to help without throwing everyone off balance.

Santi’s hands knead my breasts and roll and tweak my nipples. His mouth slides across my shoulder and the heat of it makes me shiver. Hearing the shaky way he’s breathing is so hot.

“Fuck… Rhett… I’m not going to⁠—”’

“If you come before Blair, I’ll make sure you don’t touch her for a goddamn week,” Rhett snarls. “You’ll watch us fuck her every which way and you won’t be able to play.”

His threat causes my pussy to spasm around Wes who swears violently.