Page 206 of Split You Open

I cry out as he starts to fuck me hard.

“It turns me on knowing you’re turned on by it,” he growls.

If only he knew that I used to have to use my imagination when I wanted to see him naked—no cameras for me.

Now, I just have to smile in his direction.

Santiago’s eyes widen as his eyes lock onto my breasts as they sway back and forth with each hard thrust. His dick twitches and more precum emerges forward. My mouth waters. I’m about to tell him to forget his punishment and come here so I can slide him into my mouth but then Rhett walks in.

“Well, what in the fuck is happening here?” Rhett asks with a chuckle.

“Tell him, Santi,” I huff out as my pleasure begins to mount.

Tension coils in my lower abdomen. I focus all my attention there. It’s been three days since waking up in this bed. I still ache all over but I’ve needed this. The desire to be filled by my guys was so great that it’s been overriding common sense.

I should be resting.

Instead, I begged Ledger to help me punish Santi by fucking me.

He didn’t even hesitate to hunt Santi down for me before stripping and climbing into bed with me.

“Ledger caught me jerking off into Blair’s conditioner⁠—”

“Santi! You said it was my body wash! Now it’s all my hair products?!”

My outrage is only half real. I’m so close to coming that I really don’t give a shit where Santi’s came. I almost wish he’d just fill me up right after Ledger’s done with me.

It’s like facing death and beating it has made me starving for life in the most animalistic way.

“As my punishment I have to watch him fuck her but can’t play,” Santi whines. “Untie me, mi amado, and you and I can⁠—”

“No, Rhett, come here,” I urge. “I want to taste you.”

Rhett chuckles and reaches down to unbuckle his pants. “Sorry, Santi. A brat’s got to learn when to listen, and it looks like today’s the day you’re going to learn that lesson.”

Rhett chucks off his pants. He’s already hard and ready for me. The sight of his cock and the glitter of his piercings has my stomach grumbling with hunger. My eyes trail over his body as Rhett peels off his shirt next before crawling onto the bed.

“Be. Careful,” Ledger warns, slowing down his vicious, steady pumps.

Rhett rolls his eyes. “I know. Just so we’re all clear, if Wes walks in here and sees this, it wasn’t my idea and I’m telling him you forced this on me. That fucker is adamant no one touches you until you’re one hundred percent better.”

“I’m telling him it’s your idea,” I counter.

“What was that?” Rhett asks.

“I’m so telling Wes that⁠—”

Rhett shoves his cock into my mouth and down my throat, causing me to gag hard on him. Ledger laughs, Santi snickers, and Rhett growls loudly as I try to relax around him.

“What’s wrong, Blair? Cat’s got your tongue?” Rhett taunts as he grabs a handful of my hair to hold my head still. Rather than allow me to move, he uses my mouth for his own pleasure. “God, you’re so pretty with a cock down your throat and tears running down your face. You’re such a hungry cock whore, Blair. I can’t help but satisfy your cravings.”

His piercings knock against my teeth before I can hollow out my cheeks and adjust my jaw. As he slides down my throat, I gag again. At the same time my pussy grips Ledger in a vice-like hold.

“Shit, Blair…” Ledger snarls before reaching around to play with my clit. “You better fucking cum soon.”

The strain in his voice drives me wild.

“Fuck have I missed being inside of you, Blair,” Rhett groans. “Santi, do you remember how her mouth feels around you? I bet you do. It’s hard to forget.”