Page 44 of Split You Open

I suck hard and roll his balls just right, and just like that Santiago cums. His cry, loud and unabashed, fills the silence in the room. He lifts his hips up off the mattress as rope after rope of cum hits the back of my throat.

"Rhett, Rhett... oh shit, Rhett!" He chants breathlessly.

Only when he's spent do I slowly pull my mouth away from his dick. Breathing hard, Santi lays there as I stand up and move toward my dresser drawer.

"That was... wow…” Santi wheezes out.

I grin as I grab the lube from the top drawer and return to the bed. A content smile splays across his lips before he starts to roll over.

"No." I grab the front of his neck to prevent him from turning onto his stomach. He frowns, confused. "I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you hard, got that?"

Santi's eyes widen in surprise before a grin splits across his face.

“Yeah?” he confirms.

I let go of his neck to pop open the lube and coat my fingers. “Hell yeah.”

Santi whoops with excitement. The sound causes my heart to do a backflip. He scoots back on the bed and I climb onto it, prowling after him. I grab his ankle before he gets too far and yank him back to me.

“Where’re you going, pretty whore? I’ve got what you want right here.”

Santi’s lips part with a gasp as I spread his cheeks apart and lather his asshole with lube. Usually, neither of us mind if I don’t prep him. Then again, we used to fuck often enough that he was always pretty ready for me. But it’s been a while—too long—and I don’t want to hurt him.

My eyes flicker over my bite marks—a claim that I couldn’t resist indulging in. His muscles contract and relax as I probe him with my fingers, and he moans. I drink in the sight of him, writhing for me. Fuck… I can’t wait to sink into his body. I’m desperate for the connection.

“You’re so perfect, Santi,” I growl as I pull my fingers free from his ass. “So fucking perfect. Your body, your heart, your fucked up mind… God, I’ve missed you.”

Pink gathers beneath the golden glow of his skin as a flash of uncertainty creeps into his expression.

“Ah, Rhett?” he asks quietly. “You don’t have to be nice or sweet just because⁠—”

“I’m not being nice or sweet.” I scowl at him, annoyed for a moment.

Not at him, but at myself.

Have I been that cruel that Santi doubts my words right now? I push the shame away. There’s no changing the past, but I can make sure he knows the truth from here on out.

Swallowing hard, I admit, “I’m simply stating the truth.”

Santi’s eyes track my every move as I position myself at his back entrance. I hold his gaze as I slowly push into him. His soft cock begins to harden again.

“You are my everything,” I growl as his body clenches around me. I don’t look away from his eyes as I sink further into him. “And I learned that I can’t fucking live without you, Santiago.”

“Same,” he gasps.

I watch his eyes roll into his head as I bottom out inside of him. My hands slide to his waist, and my fingers dig into his skin as I hold Santiago there to savor the grip his body has on me. It steals my breath and the urge to rut into him is almost impossible to ignore.

But I do resist.

There’s something I need to say that’s more important than seeking out pleasure in Santiago’s body. I pull out just as slowly as I sank into his body, then thrust back just a little harder.

“Ah!” Santi bites his bottom lip and his back bows. Piles of sheets are wadded up into his fists as he reaches out to ground himself. “God, you feel so good inside of me, Rhett.”

“Look at me, Santi,” I rasp out, still watching him.

Santi groans loudly as I pull out then thrust back in, faster and harder this time. He takes several gasping breaths before forcing his eyes open.

Swallowing back the terror and vulnerability that wants to keep the words back—to protect myself from anymore heartache—I manage to growl, “I love you.”