Page 205 of Split You Open

“Oh, c’mon, this is so not fair! Please cariño, I’m sorry! I really am!”

His eyes are locked on where Ledger and I are joined, his lips wet and parted as he breathes hard.

“Tell me why you’re being punished, Santi,” I demand as I try to lift my own hips. Feeling weak and with pain from my injuries sitting on the fringes of pleasure, I struggle a little. Ledger helps, lifting my body up then bringing me back down.

Santi mumbles his response distractedly as he watches us. His face flushes and his breathing intensifies. Between his legs, his cock twitches and another surge of precum surges forward and slides down his shaft.

Huh, maybe he will make a mess on the carpet.

“Speak up, Santi,” I snap. “Why am I punishing you?”

Ledger lifts me again and this time I moan loudly as the pleasure wells up. When I’m seated back down in his lap, I give Santi a pointed look.

“I came in your body wash!” He whines, his hips flexing. “But I won’t do it again, okay?”

“That’s what you said the first time I found out about your little pastime,” I remind him as I roll my hips.

My pussy clenches around Ledger as the sensation has my eyes rolling. We both groan.

Santi struggles against the rope. “I know but I can’t help myself sometimes.”

“You can most certainly help yourself,” I object. “I don’t want to be covered in your cum all day.”

I start to rock harder on Ledger’s erection but the move is too much for the fresh wound. A tremor of pain flares through my chest. Ledger takes over, gently rocking his hips, providing shallow but satisfying thrusts up into my pussy.

“B-but I like knowing you're covered in me. Doesn’t that mean anything, cariño?”

I laugh breathlessly at his petulance.

“Santiago Navarro, if you cum in her fucking body wash again, I’ll make you fucking drink the entire fucking bottle,” Ledger growls.

Santi’s eyes finally lift from where Ledger and I are joined to glare at Ledger. “Kind of fucked up calling me out on my bullshit when you’re not much better.”

I still in surprise.

“Ledger?” I look over my shoulder just in time to catch his quick glare at Santi. “What’s he talking about?”

Santi smirks. “Yeah, Ledger. Do you want to tell her about your little secret or do you want to mind your business the next time you find me jacking off into the shampoo bottle?”

My head whips around. “I thought it was the body wash!”

Santi’s eyes widen as he realizes his slip up. “Ah, yeah, that’s what I meant!”

Before I can demand to know what else he’s came in, Santi nudges his head at Ledger. With a sigh, I look back at Ledger.

“You better tell me. If I have Santi do it, you’ll be on the floor watching.”

“He likes watching you, cariño,” Santi says mysteriously. “Don’t you, Ledger?”

Ledger doesn’t stop rocking his hips. In fact, he just fucks into me with harder thrusts. The sudden change has me bearing down around him and groaning loudly.

“I have a camera pointed right at us,” Ledger growls into my ear. “It’s been recording everything since the minute you arrived. I’m going to watch this particular segment on repeat while I fuck into my hand when your cunt is otherwise occupied.”

My pussy grips Ledger so hard at his confession that he snarls and thrusts harder.

He laughs darkly. “Yeah? You like that, darling? Do you like knowing that I can’t keep my eyes off you? That when I’m not with you, I still need you?”

Suddenly he lifts me off his cock. I cry in outrage but it’s cut off as Ledger forces me onto all fours. He’s gentle about it, but even still—the stitches in my chest and in my leg and across my hip pull and tug and I wince. That’s all ignored, though, as I wait with eager anticipation. Ledger rises up behind me and sinks into me this way. Oh, hell… he’s so much deeper like this.