Page 160 of Split You Open
Holy shit.
I pant and whine with need as Ledger sinks deeper inside of me. Wes’s lips skim across my shoulders, my chest, and all over my face—kissing everywhere that he can reach. His hips move, creating shallow thrusts to keep the friction and pleasure between us as Ledger continues to fill me from behind.
I’m sweating and shaking by the time both men are situated inside of me.
“Goddamn it,” Ledger hisses. “This is… fuck. Better than anything I could’ve dreamed up.”
“Please,” I gasp out. “I need you both to move. I need—”
“We got you, baby girl,” Wes says as he pulls his hips back.
Somehow Ledger sinks deeper. As Wes thrusts back in slowly, Ledger pulls out. One arm unhooks itself from around Wes’s neck so that I can reach back to wrap it around Ledger’s. I rock into them as both men find their rhythm.
Behind us somewhere, I can hear the sucking and slurping and moans of pleasure coming from my other two guys. I wish I could see them. Talking right now to make that demand, though, is impossible. Not with the rivulets of pleasure coursing through me so thoroughly.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” Santi cries out. “Fuck, Rhett, I’m going to—”
Santi’s loud, unabashed wail of ecstasy causes my pussy to tighten, which in turn has both Ledger and Wes shouting curse words as I strangle them both.
Tipping my head back, I wordlessly demand a kiss from Ledger.
His lips instantly claim mine.
At the same time, Wes leans forward and sucks on the swell of my breasts that have arched up for him to claim.
I can’t take it. The pleasure building is so intense and breathtaking that I can feel the telltale signs of my orgasm rushing in. I try to fight it—to prolong the deliciously inevitable end for just a little bit longer.
Because here reality can’t touch me.
The ugly truth that’s been revealed can’t hurt me—not when I’m surrounded by this. By them.
As if summoned by my thoughts, Rhett and Santi appear on either side of us. I break my kiss with Ledger so that Santi can claim my lips next. His kiss is just as energetic and chaotic as his personality. He’s hungry despite the fact that he and Rhett had been playing just beside us.
When I break the kiss, I see the promise of “later” in his eyes.
I answer that promise with a nod before hungrily seeking out Rhett on my other side.
He kisses me hard. Hard enough that I have to open my mouth. As I do, Santi’s release fills my mouth. I swallow it all without hesitation. The taste of both of them on my tongue does the trick.
My orgasm is explosive.
The cry of agonizing bliss that slips past my lips echoes around us.
Both Wes and Ledger pick up the pace, though the fluidity of it sputters out as they both race to finish too. Wes is first, but only by a second as Ledger fills me with his release from behind. Their pulsating cocks force my orgasm to go for longer, the aftershocks almost as intense as the orgasm itself.
By the time we’re all through and I’m left sagging against Wes’s chest, I feel better.
This is exactly why I’ll never leave Gnarly Pines again.
Thirty-Three
Blair
The house is quiet while I get ready for the day.
I’m up much earlier than normal but that’s intentional. After slipping on my boots and pulling on one of the guy’s flannels hanging by the door, I pause. Tilting my head I listen for signs that the others are starting to stir.
It won’t be long.
