Page 113 of Split You Open

Instinctually, I rock my hips, allowing the pleasure to wipe away the tension from earlier this evening in the woods.

“Shit, I think I might cum just by watching you two.”

I blink the room back into focus and look over my shoulder to find Santi watching with awe from the other side of the room. He’s naked, just like I’ve asked. He strokes his cock slowly as his eyes drink in the sight of me and Rhett.

“Come here, Santi.”

He doesn’t hesitate. In five long strides he’s there beside me. Santi cups the back of my head and immediately dips his to kiss me. A hard shiver of desire works its way through me. Between Santi’s hungry kiss and Rhett’s lazy tongue, I think I might combust on the spot.

Before I can get too wrapped up in it, I break the kiss and tug a handful of Rhett’s hair, forcing him to pull his mouth away from my pussy. When he looks up at me, his mouth is glistening.

“Santi, strip Rhett down. When he’s done, Rhett, entertain him while I grab something really quick.”

Pulling my leg off Rhett’s shoulder, I step back and watch as Rhett gets to his feet. He and Santi immediately kiss, both clearly on the same wavelength. Santi’s hands paw at Rhett’s shirt, eager to have it off. Somehow, they get his shirt off, barely breaking apart to do so. Rhett helps Santi as his pants go next.

Maybe I should’ve waited to have Rhett take off all his clothes. With both men naked, hard, and entwined in each other’s embrace, it’s impossible to look away. Santi kisses Rhett like he’s a starved man while Rhett quickly takes control to force Santi to slow down and savor the moment. The contrast between their skin tones; one pale, the other naturally golden, is beautiful—as is the way they seem to melt into one another.

My thighs clench together as I feel myself growing wet.

With a shaky breath, I leave the living room and head into the kitchen. There, I comb through the knife block until I find the sharpest blade. I grab it and return to the living room. There, I find that Rhett has reached down, fisted their cocks together with one hand and is jerking the both of them off.

My feet skid to a stop.

Heat gathers in my face as I watch. This is so hot.

I don’t realize I’ve whimpered until Santi breaks the kiss and looks over at me. His eyes are already glazed over with lust, his breathing ragged. He reaches out for me.

“Come join us, cariño.”

Rhett lets go of their cocks to do the same, his hand stretching out for me. “Come on, Blair.”

That’s exactly what I plan to do.

I toss the knife onto the coffee table, leaving it within reach for what I have planned later, and step up beside them. Without hesitation, I lean in to kiss Santiago first. Our lips collide and, as he had with Rhett, Santi tries to devour me. His tongue snakes into my mouth as he leans in. His enthusiasm leaves me breathless and needy. I allow it for a bit before I take control, biting his tongue hard.

He whimpers but as I suck the sting away, Santi groans.

My right hand finds his cheek and cups it, needing to feel him as I deepen our kiss. He’s trembling hard. I can’t tell if it’s from excitement or if he’s trying to hold back an inevitable release. Knowing him, it could be a bit of both.

When I pull away, it’s only to give my attention to Rhett. When I turn to him, Rhett is already there, ready to meet me halfway. Our kiss is a clash of teeth. He wants to control this and I nearly let him.

But I’m the winner of The Hunt so I don’t relent.

I nip and bite and suck on his bottom lip until he groans loud and long and opens his mouth for me. The taste of victory has a hint of tangy copper to it. I love it. I moan into his mouth, my hand skimming down his chest. Beneath my fingertips, I feel his body shuddering.

Breaking the kiss, I lean back so I can look between the two of them.

“I want to taste the both of you,” I tell them. “At the same time.”

Before they can ask what I mean, I slowly sink to my knees. Reaching out, I take a cock in both hand and give them each a few strokes.

“Shit, are you saying what I think you’re saying, cariño?”

I smile up at him. “Maybe? Let’s see.”

Leaning forward, I take him into my mouth first. Santi’s answering cry of pleasure has me clenching my thighs together again. He throws his head back and jerks his hips so that his cock is sent to the back of my throat. I choke and tears spring to my eyes but the thrill of seeing him so enthralled pushes away any discomfort.

I slide my mouth down the length of his shaft a handful of times before I pull away completely.