Chapter 16
Santiago
Aglance between Wes and Ledger tells me what I pretended not to have witnessed is causing tension. They’re staring one another down as if waiting for the other to draw a gun. The tension is palpable, but I’m not quite altogether sure why.
Ledger said he was fine with it.
Blair looked smug as she slipped out.
So why is Wes tense and wary?
Neither of them blinks or acknowledges me. It’s like I don’t exist as I stand between them. That’s ideal for me because I’m sporting the hardest of hard-ons and I don’t need anyone noticing.
Without another word, I turn and head back for the living room.
On my way there, however, my feet slow. The hallway stretches out before me, but I’m not seeing it.
Instead, all I see is Blair grinding against Wes’s knee.
The drunken pleasure hooding her already sleep-looking eyes had caused my lungs to seize.
The sensual way her hips rolled was enthralling.
The soft sounds she made, that had just barely reached me from where I stood, were like pieces of a melody so beautiful that I know if I could be there to hear it all from start to finish, I’d be brought to tears.
Blair was magical in that moment as she came apart.
A goddess of sin and sex. I’ve never been so enamored by anything or anyone.
Time had stilled while the hair on my arms and back of the neck rose, and beneath my skin, my blood boiled.
I wanted to fall to my knees and beg for a turn to create a symphony with her next.
I almost did step up.
But just as I unlocked my muscles, the moment broke, and I lost the opportunity.
Fucking idiot.
Then again, maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t act on my impulses. What the hell did I know about making a woman cum?
“Santi? What are you doing?”
My head swivels toward the sound of Rhett’s voice and I’m momentarily stumped as to why I’m standing just beyond the threshold of the living room.
I blink, trying to dispel the trance Blair’s put me under.
I find Rhett staring at me from the floor with a baffled expression on his face, his cards still in his hand as he waits for me.
Mine sit in a pile, right where I left them.
“I, ah…” What am I doing?
“I thought you were getting us something to drink?”
Oh, right. That’s why I’d gotten up in the first place.
I look down the hallway toward the stairs. The urge to follow Blair is like a lasso wrapped around my waist, dragging me in her direction.
“I’ll be right back,” I mutter.
My feet have already started moving before my mouth can finish so I’m not sure if Rhett hears me, but all thoughts of him fade away as I jog down the hall then up the stairs.
With each step, jealousy is rearing its ugly head. How come Wes gets to touch and kiss and… well whatever that was with Blair? What does he have that I don’t?
It shouldn’t matter. I have Rhett… Kind of.
Rhett’s made it clear that there isn’t an ‘us’.
He’ll fuck me and hangout whenever I want, but there’s no real affection from his end.
He’s aloof and distant most of the time.
I’ve given him my heart, but he doesn’t want it.
Rhett just… tolerates it. Annoyance brews in my gut. It’s abrasive and uncomfortable.
I’m tired of feeling alone in this.
I’ll always love Rhett, but it feels like my hearts expanded enough to include another in the fold.
Again, my thoughts turn to Wes and Blair.
I shouldn’t care. If it had been any other woman in Wes’s possession, I wouldn’t.
But it wasn’t just any woman. It was Blair.
Wes has gotten a piece of the woman that’s slowly driving me mad since her arrival.
I’m doing things I normally wouldn’t do.
I’ve been reckless recently, but I haven’t been able to understand why. Until now.
As if just the thought of the shady shit I’ve been up to triggers the urge to indulge in it, my feet take me straight to the second floor bathroom.
When the door clicks shut behind me, I barely remember to lock it before heading to the shower.
My eyes lock onto Blair’s body wash. She had me get it for her a few days ago, along with shampoo and conditioner for her type of hair.
I reach for the body wash and twist off the top.
It clatters onto the counter as I toss it aside.
It’s forgotten as I drag in the subtle but mouthwatering orange creamsicle aroma that she’s mentioned is her favorite scent.
It’s easily become mine too.
Taking a seat on top of the toilet lid, I balance the body wash on one knee while I reach down and pull out my hard, red cock, and then my phone.
Swiftly, I unlock the device, go to the gallery and flick through the pictures until I find my favorite one.
It’s Blair laughing at something Wes has said.
She’s mid swing as she helps chop wood for the woodstove.
I’d caught this image without anyone the wiser.
Just like all the other pictures I’ve snapped of her.
I wrap my hand around my dick, and I choke on a groan. I’m a sensitive guy normally, but this new and exciting shift in my life has made me even more so.
This won’t take long.
I stroke myself, staring at Blair’s laughing expression.
Almost right away, my balls tingle and my breathing becomes ragged.
This is what Blair does to me. What she’s been doing to me since her arrival.
I’ve been dying to let her know that she’s flipped my world upside down but it wasn’t until tonight that I understood why.
My body craves her.
My mind is enthralled by her.
And my heart has laced up its sneakers so that it’s prepared to race any time I’m in her presence.
How do you express to a woman that you like her, but you’re scared you’ll fuck it up because you’ve never been with a woman before?
My answer: cumming into her body wash.
All day Blair is covered in me. It feels like a claim despite no one else knowing that I’m doing it.
It’s probably foolish—calling dibs on a woman who doesn’t even know what she does to me.
Stopping this, however, is impossible. It’s turned into a compulsion.
Every morning before breakfast, when everyone is cleaning up, I slip up here and spill my cum into her body wash.
And maybe a little bit into her body lotion.
And a splash of cum on her toothbrush.
And a drop or two on her towel.
Then, at the end of the day, before anyone returns to the house, I might find places—like in the pockets of her dirty clothes in the laundry room—to cum into.
Ok, and maybe once while she was watching tv, I’d snuck into the kitchen, and stole her boot to cum in.
By the time she put it on the next morning, the cum had dried and she hadn’t noticed. That was risky, but totally worth it.
What’s a little cum in the grand scheme of things?
Blair has become an obsession I don’t quite understand. I’ve never been so turned on by a woman, and yet in her presence, all the blood goes straight to between my legs.
Over the course of my life, I’ve found my interest in women lacking.
I did a little kissing here and there in high school.
I even went as far as poorly fondling a pair of tits back in college.
But each experience only solidified what I’d suspected all along.
Other than being soft and smelling nice, women just didn’t do anything for me.
I didn’t think I was missing out on much.
Clearly, my body was waiting for just one woman.
Everything that Blair says and every move that she makes, I’m locked in and hanging on every word. The first few days I was floundering a bit—trying to understand my body’s reaction. From my head, down to my heart, then further down to my dick, every fiber of my being has tuned itself to Blair.
I don’t hate it.
In fact, it’s refreshing. Blair smiles, laughs, teases and listens.
She’s present in all things and when those eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, are locked onto your face it’s hard not to fall for her.
I’m sure part of the attraction comes from the danger she presents.
Getting close to her feels like attempting to handle a loaded weapon I’m unfamiliar with.
This isn’t just a crush, this is a crush magnified to the hundredth degree.
The last person I fell for this hard is downstairs being a grouchy ass.
My balls tingle as I stroke myself faster.
Never one to hold back, no matter what, I know I’ll end up telling Blair about my feelings for her sooner rather than later.
I’ll take the sting of rejection over the feeling of needing to bite my tongue whenever she’s around.
There's a chance, a small one but a chance nonetheless, that we could end up entwined like she and Wes had been. It was hot watching her ride him.
It would be even more so watching her ride me.
My thoughts flip to Rhett again.
Would he be jealous if he walked in on me and Blair? I’d hope so. Maybe then he would realize how much he cares for me. What if he walked in on us and got turned on? Would he join us?
No, probably not. He hates Blair.
But the thought of being sandwiched between the two of them is enough to tip me over the edge into ecstasy.
I choke on a groan as pleasure shoots up my spine and bounces around in my chest as my orgasm erupts. Bringing the body wash bottle closer, I allow two full ropes of cum to splatter into it before catching the rest in my hand.
As my orgasm subsides and pleasure fades, I sag forward, breathing hard.
In the clarity that follows, I realize something: I have to keep Blair.
I’ve found a family with Ledger, Wes, and Rhett.
After losing mine, I’d been lost, angry, and hurting—much like Rhett is now.
But the difference between me and him is that I’ve found people who accept me and love me for who I am and it’s made life bearable.
Enjoyable even. The more I can add to my family, the further away from despair I’ll be.
Blair will be one more person I can place between me and the heartache of my past.
Maybe, between me and Wes, we can convince Blair to stay forever.
But how?
And how will Rhett take it when I tell him I want Blair too?
The flutter of nerves and fear that comes with that question are immediately squashed. What I have with Rhett is going to change.
At some point within the past few years, I’ve slowly come to accept my heart would be internally bruised from the lack of reciprocated feelings from Rhett.
I told myself I was okay with how things were between us and let it be.
But I’m tired of feeling battered. I’m going to share my heart with another.
Maybe, hopefully, loving Blair will be different.
By the time Rhett eventually comes around to the idea of me and him; it’ll be too late.
I’ll be there when he’s ready to commit to loving me. But I won’t be alone.
Rhett’s just going to have to learn how to share.
Fueled with determination and hope, I start to clean up the mess I’ve made.