Chapter 35 #2
“Would you like that?” he asks. “A consolation prize?”
“That sure would be nice,” Blair agrees, playing along. “But what’s Santiago got that I could possibly want?”
Without thinking, I blurt out, “A tongue that wants to lap at your pussy all night long and a dick that longs to fill you up until you’re bloated with my cum.”
Blair’s brows shoot upward in surprise and Rhett simply rolls his eyes.
“Laying all your cards out on the table so soon, whore? Disgusting,” Rhett grumbles. “You’ll give her what I tell you to give her and nothing more.”
He reaches out with his free hand and yanks the front of my overalls down further until my cock springs free. The entire appendage is glistening with the mess of my precum. I don’t think I’ve leaked this heavily before.
Rhett tsks with mock disappointment. “Dirty, little slut. I guess you’re ready to give Blair her present. Can’t waste a single drop if we want to show appreciation to our second place winner tonight.”
Before I can ask what he’s talking about, he fists my dick.
My groan is loud and unsteady. The stimulation to my already sensitive dick is sending me to a dangerously close edge.
Rhett rests his forearm on the tree beside my face.
The stance is casual, as if he’s completely unaffected by the scene before him.
“I want to give her a necklace,” Rhett declares. “A pearly, white necklace. Would you like that, Blair? A necklace to show off to everyone?”
Rhett jerks my cock and I howl with delight and frustration. His grip is too tight but I love the bite of it.
Blair hums thoughtfully. Her gaze flickers from Rhett’s face to mine. Her smile turns seductive. “That sounds lovely. You can give that to me, can’t you Santi? A special necklace, just for me?”
I nod frantically.
“I can’t hear you.” She frowns. “Maybe… you can’t give me what I want? What I won.” She looks up at Rhett. “Is your Santi broken?”
Rhett chuckles and the sound curls my toes. “I’ll make him give you your prize, Blair. Don’t worry.”
His grip loosens and his fist slides up and down my shaft.
So overwhelmed by my arousal, the scene before me, and the two people I care for the most playing with me—I’m put in a shitty situation.
There’s no fighting the orgasm that’s been waiting impatiently to barrel through me.
I try to fight it though. I want this to last. I do.
My teeth grit and my breathing stops but that does nothing to stifle the inevitable release.
I cum hard in just four rough pumps of Rhett’s fist. My hips jerk forward of their own accord as rope, after rope, of cum shoots out of my body. Blair laughs lightly as she leans forward and tilts her head left, then right so that my cum lands all over her neck.
The sight is so fucking hot. Between the heavy panting and trembling that follows my release, I can't look away as my cum slides down Blair’s pretty brown skin.
“Good boy, Santi,” Blair murmurs as she leans back.
I shiver at the praise.
Rhett shifts closer to Blair. “Let me get a good look at your consolation prize.”
He lets go of me to crouch before Blair. Reaching out, Rhett uses his fingers to slide beneath her chin. Gently, he tilts her head left, then right.
“Do I wear it well?” she asks him with a teasing grin.
Rhett hums with a nod. “Yeah, you do. You’ll wear Santi’s cum for the rest of the night, got it?”
“I’d love that.” Blair’s eyelashes flutter as she gives me a wicked smile. “What about you, Santi? Would you like to see me covered in your cum all night?”
“Fuck. Yes,” I spit out.
I wonder if now is a good time to bring up that she’s been unknowingly wearing my cum for a while now? I consider confessing for half a second before deciding against it. That’ll be my own little secret.
Rhett’s hand slides from her chin to behind her head to grab a fist of her hair. She gasps as he tilts her head back again. “I’m not done playing. Remember, you lost too. I was just being generous.”
“Tell me what you want,” Blair says. “We’re yours for tonight, Rhett. So play with us.”
The sound he makes starts deep in his chest. It’s not quite a moan, and not quite a growl but the sound is deep, throaty and full of desire.
My semi-hard cock twitches, loving the noise just as much as my heart does as it flutters with delight.
Blair’s shaky intake of air between her lips tells me she’s just as affected by it.
“I’m hungry,” he tells her.
“What do you want to eat?”
Rhett looks at me then, his eyes so dark and full of heat that a tremor races through me in anticipation of what it could mean for me.
“I want to taste that filthy slut that’s standing there watching us.” He shoves her head toward my dick and orders. “So milk him for everything that he’s got.”
“W-wait, I’m too sensitive!” I croak out.
Blair doesn’t wait. She’s been given an order, and she’s going to do what she’s told. She takes my dick into her mouth and sucks.
“Holy fuck! Oh god, no, wait!” I squirm as her hot wet mouth works at getting me hard all over again.
My eyes cross as pleasure and pain collide. Blair’s tongue strokes and coaxes me to come back to life and, shit… my dick stiffens slowly but surely in her mouth. But it’s too much too soon and I’m gasping as conflicting sensations war inside of me.
“Hold still, whore. You wanted this, remember? You wanted us to play and now we’re playing, so hold the fuck still!” Rhett orders, getting back to his feet.
Rhett doesn’t let go of Blair’s hair as he leans against the tree again. As I grow hard and stiff in her mouth, she begins to bob her head. Her tongue swirls over the tip of my cock before she lazily takes me all the way to the back of her throat, sucking gently as she goes.
I groan loudly and attempt to throw my head back.
The tree behind me prevents that. Rhett watches Blair, clearly invested despite the fact she’s ignoring my constant protests.
It’s like he’s mesmerized by the sight. His concentration, Blair’s mouth, us together…
It's too much. It’s too fucking perfect.
“Shit, oh shit, fuck,” I raise up on my toes as if that’s how I can escape this excruciating pleasure. “Carino… mi armado…”
“Here, let me show you how he really likes it,” Rhett mutters to Blair.
Using his hold on her hair, he shoves her head forward.
My dick slides into the back of her throat.
Blair chokes around me and the pleasure it inspires has me howling like a dog.
Rhett yanks her head back and then slides her forward again.
Over and over, Blair chokes and sputters over my cock.
Drool drips from the corners of her lips and tears stream down her face.
Blair doesn’t fight Rhett. In fact, between moments where I’m not down her throat, Blair moans as if she’s having the time of her life. Rhett swears under his breath. I don’t know if it’s because he’s realizing how hot this is or if it’s something else.
“You choke so prettily, Blair,” Rhett muses.
“I like you like this. On your knees, covered in cum, and choking on my filthy slut’s cock.
Maybe next time I win, I’ll tape your face to his crotch and force you to stay like that for a weekend.
Would you like that? Santi feeding you with his cum every time he gets hard and forced to cum down your throat?
He can cum so much. I’m sure you’ll never grow hungry. ”
I want to tell him to shut up. That the picture he’s painted is so deliciously hot that it’s getting me even closer to my next orgasm. But I can barely remember my own name at this moment, let alone speak.
Rhett’s using Blair to pleasure me and as he reads my body language, he quickens the pace. He knows I’m getting closer and that I’m fighting it. This orgasm is going to toe that fine line between pleasure and pain.
Rhett gets up in my face and growls, “Cum, slut. Now.”
I shake my head. He doesn’t understand. I just came, I can’t again. I can’t.
“Don’t you want to please me?” Rhett presses, chuckling darkly.
“No, you probably don’t. You’re too focused on your own whore-ish desires.
You’re prolonging this on purpose. Selfish slut.
You’re so needy to put that cock somewhere, that now that you’ve found a place you plan to keep it there forever, don’t you?
Blair’s mouth probably feels so good, doesn’t it?
I’ll admit, her lips locked around you like this is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I wonder what her pussy stretched around you would look like. ”
A hard whine slips past my lips. It looks good, I want to tell him but I can’t find the words.
“You can’t keep your cock in Blair’s mouth, whore,” Rhett continues. “If you don’t cum right fucking now, I’m going to pull her off of you and I’ll fill her mouth while you watch with your blue balls. You want to finish, don’t you? So finish, slut.”
The picture of Rhett’s dick shoved down Blair’s throat does the trick.
I cum so hard that the world grows dark around the edges of my vision. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I hear Rhett give Blair the order not to swallow but it’s faint as my insides feel like they're turning out.
I cum and I cum.
By the time I’m done, I’m trembling with exhaustion and I’m woefully overstimulated. I’m panting hard, but with each breath, I feel like I’m not getting enough air into my lungs. I slump forward, grateful that Rhett made sure the axe was secure in the tree as it now holds all of my weight.
“Up,” Rhett orders Blair as he yanks on her hair. His other hand comes up and yanks the bandana off of his face. It flutters away, forgotten before it even hits the ground.
Blair gets to her feet, stumbling as she tries to straighten. Barely steady, Rhett yanks her into his chest and demands between his teeth in a growl, “Feed me, Blair.”
He doesn’t wait. Rhett bends down and claims her mouth with his. A hard shiver rushes through both of them as Rhett deepens the kiss. The grip on her hair loosens as the other wraps around her waist. Rhett pulls Blair closer and she melts against him as they kiss passionately.
My exhausted dick twitches as it tries to come back to life, but I’m spent. Still, I watch. My racing heart swells again. These two have been skirting around each other since Blair arrived. But as Rhett breaks the kiss and they both straighten, I have a feeling that time is over.
And the time for three-ways is about to be upon us.
“Delicious,” he murmurs as he peers into her eyes.
Blair smiles, but it’s a subdued one as if she’s not quite sure how to take all of this.
With a shaky breath, Rhett steps away from her and turns to give me his attention. With a real smile, he praises me.
“Good boy, Santi.”