Chapter 16
Sixteen
Blair
Iwake to the feeling of callused hands lightly sliding up my legs. The room is still lit with the glow of the television but it’s just the screen saver; the movie has been over a long time by now.
My body tenses and my heart slams against my ribs. Fuck. Danger. My eyes fly open and I start to sit up but stop when I see who’s crouched by my exposed feet.
“Carino,” Santi groans. “I need you.”
My body goes limp with relief.
“Santi, you just scared the shit out of me,” I whisper to him in Spanish as I flop back down.
His body shakes with silent laughter.
“It’s not funny, I could’ve killed you.”
“I’m not sorry,” he murmurs in Spanish before kissing his way up my inner thigh. “I like when you’re all murdery. It’s so fucking hot.”
This time, it’s my turn to giggle.
It’s cut off as his mouth presses against my panties.
“Santi…” I warn. I keep my voice low to avoid waking the others.
Santi sucks on the thin fabric of my panties, and I groan at the feel of his hot mouth on my core. He grabs one of my legs and hikes it over his shoulder. He sucks on my panties again and pleasure creeps up my spine.
“Please, carino, I need to taste you again. Once a day isn’t enough.”
I shake my head, but I can’t stop my hands from reaching down and sliding through his hair. His fingers slide up the outside of my legs to the waistband of my panties. Before I can tell him to stop, he rips them away.
“You’re replacing those.”
“I’ll buy as many as you want,” he promises.
His tongue slides through my core before I can reply. I choke on a gasp and my hips lift.
“We’re going to wake the others, Santi. We can’t—”
“Please, Blair. I woke so hungry for you that I’m consumed by it. I need you. Please, I’ll be quiet. You’ll just have to be quiet too.”
I shiver at the need in his voice.
“I’ll make you feel so good, carino. If you’re tired just let me feast on you until you go back to sleep.”
Before I can give him the go ahead, there comes a rough, low laugh to my right.
“Listen to all this pretty begging from such an overeager slut.”
Santi and I both startle at the new voice joining us. We look over to see Rhett propping his elbow up and placing his head in his hand to watch us.
“Do you know how late it is?” he asks us.
“There’s never a bad time to eat mi carino’s pussy.”
Rhett glances at me. “Our Santi is the very definition of gluttonous.”
Our Santi.
My heart swells painfully in my chest.
I open my mouth to say something, but Santi runs his tongue through me again. The warmth of his mouth cuts off my ability to speak. Hell, even to think. The motion is slow, his tongue everywhere at once. There’s no stopping the low groan that slips past my lips this time.
Rhett hums thoughtfully as he watches.
I try to hold his gaze, but Santi’s tongue runs through me again and my eyes roll into the back of my head. A hearty moan vibrates in my throat.
The sound seems to trigger a frenzy because Santi suddenly stops his lazy licking and starts feasting. I throw my forearm over my mouth to keep from crying out. The sound is hardly what I would consider muffled but, hey, at least I’m trying.
I hear Rhett whisper something to Santi.
A second later, a single finger slides into my pussy, pumps a few times in and out of me and then a second finger is joined.
Then, together, they curl and caress my insides.
Oh, I definitely didn’t teach Santi this.
The fingers must be Rhett’s quick lesson.
My hips arch upward. Santi sucks and teases my clit and I choke on another moan.
My free hand remains in his hair, holding his head down.
My legs start to tremble.
My breathing comes in soft gasps as the building pleasure grows unstoppable.
Santi’s fingers are held tight as my orgasm crashes over me. Unable to stop them, my thighs come up to clamp down around Santi’s head. I bite back a cry as my back arches up off the mattress.
Santi doesn’t stop feasting on me.
Not when the convulsing stops.
Or when my legs fall from his head.
He doesn’t even stop when I try to tug his head away from me. Santi just grabs my hips and keeps going.
“Shit, Santi…” I hiss, writhing beneath him. “Santi!”
When I cum again I forget to cover my mouth and cry out, breaking the silence in the room.
Still, Santiago doesn’t stop.
I start to beg him to relent, to take a beat, but he doesn’t. Beside me, Rhett chuckles darkly.
“I told you, gluttony at its finest,” he teases. “And here you thought that you were the greedy one, Blair.”
“Help… me…” I beg.
Rhett smirks as he rakes his hair from out of his face. “I don’t know. I’m having a good time watching you two.”
I shoot him a glare and he chuckles.
“Fine, I’ll have to save myself.”
I clamp my thighs hard around Santi’s head and throw my weight to the side.
Taken by surprise, Santi simply rolls with me until I’m on top of him.
He yelps and I take advantage of being free from his mouth.
I grab his arms and pin them to the mattress on either side of his face and wiggle my way down his body so I’m straddling his waist.
“What if I took what I wanted, Santi? What if I just sunk down on your cock right now and—”
“You’ll have to give me a second.”
I blink in surprise. “Why?”
Rhett laughs softly. He sits up and crawls over to us. To my surprise he grabs me by the hood of Wes’s sweatshirt and yanks me off Santi. He drags me back and pulls me up against his chest. As he wraps an arm around my waist, he uses his other hand to point to Santi lying there breathless.
“Look at what you’ve done to our Santi. You made a mess of him.”
My eyes fly down to see the front of Santi’s boxers drenched. I giggle in surprise.
“Santi!” I admonish softly.
He whines, his palms hitting the mattress with frustration. “I told you what happens when you put your thighs around my head! This is your fault.”
Rhett’s body trembles behind me as he tries to stifle his laughter. I lean back against Rhett and am not surprised when I feel his erection brush up against my butt through his boxers.
I twist in his arms and look up into his eyes. “Hm… maybe Santi can’t do anything for me but you can.”
Before he can reply, I lean forward and kiss him. Rhett growls against my mouth. His hooped piercings press against my lips as I kiss him harder. With another growl, he throws me down and crawls over me.
“Damn right I can,” he promises.
A dark smile pulls at his mouth.
I don’t like the sight of it at all.
“Wait, never mind. I changed my mind. You can be just as greedy when it comes to—”
“Too late, you’re mine,” he says as he begins to pry my legs apart.
Hands grab my wrists and they yank me from beneath Rhett. I yelp in surprise and suddenly I find myself wrapped up in Wes’s arms.
“If I capture her, she’s mine, right? Is that how we’re playing?” he asks before his lips skim across my neck.
I shiver in response.
Rhett glares at Wes. “Hand her over and no one gets hurt.”
Wes laughs, the sound rusty from sleep.
“Good luck with getting her back.” Wes’s teeth bite gently at my earlobe. “You’re mine, baby girl.”
Rhett lunges without warning. A squeal of delight is pulled out of me as I’m yanked backwards and thrown stomach first onto the mattress. Wes uses his body as a shield above me to keep Rhett from claiming me. I laugh as snarls, swearing, and playful death threats erupt from the two of them.
Somehow, I manage to crawl from beneath them. I pull off the sweatshirt, the bulky material getting in my way as I try to free myself from the madness.
I get maybe a few inches before Santi’s on top of me, his eyes glittering with crazed delight.
“Mine!” he calls.
I launch myself upward at him and tackle him back down to the mattress.
“Mine,” I correct with a grin.
He grins back. I lean down to kiss him, but a thick arm comes around my waist and lifts me up, preventing me from claiming Santi’s lips.
“Baby girl, where are your panties?” Wes asks. “You can’t go waving such a treat around and not have a fight break out.”
He holds my back against his chest, and Rhett crawls over to us.
“We’ve come up with a compromise,” Rhett declares dutifully.
I snort my laughter. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Best we show you,” Wes says as he turns me around in his lap.
Before I can push the issue further, Wes lifts me easily and settles his hard cock at my entrance.
Oh shit. My pussy clenches with anticipation. This is going to… I let out a wail as Wes pulls me down onto him. As my body stretches to accommodate this girth, I lean forward and kiss Wes. He kisses me back just as fervently.
Behind me, I can hear Santi and Rhett shuffling around. There’s moaning, laughter, and a yelp of surprise.
As I sit completely down on him, I break the kiss with a gasp. “God, Wes… you feel so damn good.”
I lift my hips and lower them in a slow, pleasurable grind. Wes kisses my neck, along my collarbone, then on my chin.
“You feel like home,” he murmurs against my skin.
I open my mouth to tell him that I feel the same way, but hands that aren’t his land on my hips and distract me.
“Mi carino, lean forward for me,” Santi murmurs before kissing the side of my neck.
“What for?”
One of his hands leaves my hip and slides down between my butt crack. I yelp in surprise and nearly leap up but Wes holds me down on him with a chuckle.
“This was the compromise,” Wes says. “You’re going to let Santi sink into your pretty ass and Rhett is going to use him to fuck you while I get to enjoy your beautiful body too.”
Holy shit.
This can’t be real.
Yet I force myself to relax as Santi shuffles closer.
“Have you ever—”
“Nope,” I interrupt Santi, anxiously. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Not anal. Not an orgy. None of it.”
The guys laugh softly around me. There’s anticipation and hunger in the sound that makes my pussy clench harder around Wes.
“First for me too, baby girl,” Wes says as he kisses my chin.
“I’m just going to prep you first,” Sanit says. “Rhett, got the bottle?”
“Right here. Hold out your hand.”