Page 207 of Split You Open

Santi lets out a whimper. “Please, let me play. Please, I want to cum inside⁠—”

“No,” Ledger snaps. “Now shut up and watch the two of us fuck our girl.”

“But I’ll be good! I won’t cum in the bath products anymore.” He groans. “Please, let me play. Please.”

The desperate, achy whine Santi lets out is so hot. While both men inside of me ignore Santi as they use my body, I look down and hold his gaze. Our eyes lock and I watch as his face flushes and body starts to shake.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in pained awe.

Then, he cums.

His release shoots up and then falls onto the carpet just like Ledger warned would happen. He cries out in pleasure but our eyes never leave one another’s face. The sound of him coming undone sends me over the edge.

My orgasm rushes through me hard and fast. The cry I want to let out is muffled by Rhett’s dick as he shoves it further down my throat. As I choke, my pussy tightens around Ledger. Ledger curses under his breath and then goes still as he finishes inside of me. The walls of my pussy flutter with aftershocks as I’m filled with Ledger’s cum.

Rhett finishes in only a few more thrusts.

His release is warm as it coats my tongue and, like his good girl, I swallow it down.

“Santi? Rhett? Ledger? Where the hell is everyone? I told Colly we’d help her load up the trucks with the festival shit!” Wes calls from downstairs. “Anchor’s being a little asshole and disappeared on me before I could get him to help.”

At the sound of his footsteps ascending the stairs, everyone leaps into action. Ledger pulls out of me and helps me lay back down while Rhett scrambles off the bed and starts tugging on his clothes. Ledger snags his sweats from the floor, foregoing the shirt and kicking it beneath the bed. He pulls a small knife from his pocket next and slices through the rope holding Santi’s wrists behind him.

Santi takes advantage of the chaos and dives into the bed with me. He throws the covers over himself, burrows down the bed, and forces his way between my legs.

Before I can warn him to cut it out, Wes steps into the room.

Ledger and Rhett step in front of me so I have time to rake my fingers through my hair.

“What’s going on? Everything okay in here?” Wes asks.

Santi’s face burrows closer to my pussy.

I know what he’s about to do even before I feel his tongue lick up the mess leaking down my thighs.

“Yeah, just checking on Blair,” Ledger says.

Rhett clears his throat. “I was just telling Ledger we needed to head downstairs to see if everyone needed help.”

“Great, come on,” Wes says and steps aside.

Ledger and Rhett stroll out of the room as if they hadn’t just fucked me good. Wes watches them go, then turns to look back at me. One brow raises in question.

“Do they really think I wouldn’t know they were just fooling around with you?” he asks. “Or miss the smell of sex in here?”

I shrug. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. We were simply having a heart-to-heart.”

Wes snorts his amusement as he shakes his head with frustration.

“Yeah, sure.” He gives me a pointed look and asks. “Are you okay? You’re not bleeding, are you?”

“I’d be better if you and I could have a heart-to-heart next,” I reply innocently.

He laughs. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

“Later, we’ll ‘talk’,” he says, sarcastically. “I have employees waiting for me to come downstairs and help them prepare for tomorrow.” His eyes flicker to the large man-size lump between my legs. “Santi, get your ass downstairs and help out.”