Page 116 of Split You Open

Santi’s tongue swirls over my clit before he burrows it into my pussy. I groan as my hips gyrate against his face.

“Santi. Santi. Santi…” I chant his name as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

When I cum, it’s hard and fast.

My body convulses as pleasure whips through me. It steals my breath and my sanity, wiping my mind of all thoughts except about how good this feels. The orgasm subsides too fast for my liking. I come down from my release, breathless and impossibly more needy than before.

I need to be filled.

To the brim.

With both of them.

Letting go of Santi’s head, I sit up on Rhett’s lap and push his head away from my pussy as he tries to force another orgasm. Santi lifts his head and I find a dreamy look on his face.

“Fucking delicious,” he says, practically purring with satisfaction.

“Get the knife,” I tell him weakly, waving my hand at the coffee table where I’d tossed it down.

Santi nods, the movement jerky as if he’s still trapped in the throes of an orgasm. As he sits up and back, I turn to face Rhett.

His eyes are clear and worry-free. There’s no sign of the anxiety that plagued him earlier. In fact, he looks blissed out. The warmth radiating from those dark eyes is so intense that I feel like I’m burning up.

This is my doing.

I’ve made him forget his fears.

It might not be for forever, but right now I’ve given him peace. My heart shudders under that enormity.

“I want you,” I breathe softly. “Take me from behind?”

Rhett’s answering growl causes my toes to curl. “Happily.”

I shift in his lap, straddling both legs as I give him my back—his pierced, hard dick juts out between my legs.

“Santi—lube!” Rhett snaps.

The bottle is already flying through the air before Rhett finishes the command. Rhett catches it with one hand and liberally applies it to his cock. The bottle is tossed aside when he finishes.

“Ready?” I ask Rhett, looking over my shoulder so I can see him as I lift my hips and place the tip of his erection at my back entrance.

Rhett’s eyes are smoldering as he nods. “Woof.”

My laughter is airy and short-lived as I work my way down onto him. The soft “ah!” as I carefully slide down his shaft doesn’t even begin to describe the pleasure radiating through me as he stretches me from behind. His piercings massage my inner walls, intensifying the experience tenfold.

I’m trembling by the time I’m seated in his lap.

Rhett sucks in a sharp breath before slowly letting it out. The sound is shaky and uncontrolled.

“You feel like paradise,” he says, his voice a deep rumble, as I rise back up. “So tight and warm… One of my favorite places to be for sure.”

I groan as his hands land on my waist only to slide up and around to fondle my breasts. He tweaks and rolls my nipples. I love it. My hips rise and fall as I ride him slowly, savoring how good Rhett feels inside of me.

“Santi,” I call out, my voice trembling. “I need⁠—”

Santi is already coating his once again, hard cock with lube with one hand—the other holds the knife. His grin is wide, feral, and his eyes gleam with excitement.

I reach for his wrist as I hold his gaze.