Chapter 16 #2
As Santi and Rhett do whatever, I wrap my arms around Wes’s neck and stare into his unusually bright blue eyes.
“You got me?” I whisper, my stomach clenching nervously.
Wes’s hold on me tightens.
“I’m never letting you go, baby girl.”
I smile but flinch as Santi’s fingers return to teasing the tight ring of my asshole.
“Relax,” Santi says. “It doesn’t hurt if you relax.”
Wes’s his hand comes between us to tease my achy and swollen clit.
I groan. The tension eases out of my body slowly despite the way Santi presses a finger into me.
The feeling is… strange but I get used to it as Santi inserts another finger.
It’s not long before my body begins to tremble as Wes’s teasing of my clit and Santi’s finger elicits a new but delicious type of pleasure.
“Alright, carino, you’re ready,” Santi says, his finger retreating.
“Breathe,” Rhett adds. “Remember to keep breathing.”
There’s not a lot that scares me. I’ve seen horrible things and have been an accomplice to most of them. But right now, this is a new type of fear. What if I’m split open? What if it hurts? I don’t want to let them down but…
“Baby girl, you’re tensing up. Look at me,” Wes orders, breaking the cycle of spiraling in my head.
I look down into Wes’s eyes and he smiles at me.
“Good girl. Now repeat back to me what Rhett told you to do.”
I swallow hard. “Breathe.”
“That’s right. I’ll breathe with you, alright?”
I nod.
Wes’s gaze flickers back to Santi who I can feel shift closer to me from behind.
“Deep breath,” Rhett orders from behind me.
Wes sucks in a deep breath and I follow his lead. Santi’s hips press forward and I can feel the head of his dick slide into me. Wes lets out the breath he’s sucked in and I do the same. With every inhale Wes takes, I do the same. And every time I breathe, Santi sinks further into me.
There’s stretching.
Oh god is there stretching. My fingers dig into Wes’s shoulders, and I whimper when it gets to be too much.
“You’re doing so good, Blair,” Rhett says, his voice husky now.
“So good, carino,” Santi confirms. His mouth peppers the side of my neck with kisses and his hands come around to hold my breasts. “You feel so fucking good. “
Wes lets out the breath he’s taken, and I follow suit. When he speaks, his voice is rough. “You’re wrapped so tight around me that you feel like a second layer of skin. Fuck, baby girl, you feel like heaven.”
I say nothing as I focus on his fingers. I don’t have the capacity to do much else. I'm a trembling ball of nerves and despite all the breathing and the clit coaxing, I feel like I’m at my absolute breaking point by the time Santi is seated completely inside of me.
“Oh, god, I’m not going to last,” Santi chokes out.
Wes lets out a strained laugh. “One of us has to, Santiago.”
“You’re both going to last for our woman, got it?” Rhett snaps, though I can hear the strain in his voice.
“Easy for you to say,” Santi whines.
I can feel him trembling as he leans into me, his breathing ragged and hot on my skin.
“Ready, Wes?” Rhett calls.
Wes nods.
“Wait, ready for w-what?” I gasp out.
“Time to move, baby girl,” Wes explains and lifts his hips. It's a subtle thrust given how he’s sitting and how I straddle him but it’s definitely noticeable.
At the same time, Santi pulls out of me. Or rather, Rhett pulls Santi out of me.
The sensation is so strange that I tense. The sound I make is somewhere between a whine and howl.
“No, no,” Wes chokes out. “Relax. Breathe.”
I do as I’m told. In the past, following orders meant staying alive. Right now is no different. Wes pulls out and Santi pushes in, and I force myself to inhale and exhale once more. As my body relaxes, I start to feel it.
The pleasure is subtle at first.
But it builds as the guys work together, and I can see the appeal of this.
I feel pleasurable tension coiling in my lower stomach.
My mind goes blank as I’m overwhelmed with sensation.
I’m so full but it feels so right. My trust in these men has brought me to this very moment where we’re all connected—I love it.
Moans and whimpers, cries and pleas begin to pepper the air. Some are from me, but the others are just as vocal with their need. All three men are building toward the same precipice they’re forcing me toward and I can hear it in the sounds they make.
I arch into Wes, searching for his mouth. He meets me halfway. Our tongues collide and I moan into his mouth. He devours me, never missing a beat as he thrusts up into me. I rock my hips, hoping to help without throwing everyone off balance.
Santi’s hands knead my breasts and roll and tweak my nipples. His mouth slides across my shoulder and the heat of it makes me shiver. Hearing the shaky way he’s breathing is so hot.
“Fuck… Rhett… I’m not going to—”’
“If you come before Blair, I’ll make sure you don’t touch her for a goddamn week,” Rhett snarls. “You’ll watch us fuck her every which way and you won’t be able to play.”
His threat causes my pussy to spasm around Wes who swears violently.
The pleasure in my lower stomach unravels violently.
I grab hold of Wes’s shoulders to brace myself for the mind shattering orgasm that splinters through me. My body bears down on both Wes and Santi as an explosion rocks through me. I throw my head back onto Santi’s shoulder and convulse hard. My wail shifts into a scream.
Santi cries out next. On some level I can feel him stilling and spilling inside of me. Wes grunts, holding me tight as he cums inside of me, right along with Santi. Somewhere in the mess of it all, I can hear Rhett snarl as he finds his own release.
When my orgasm subsides, it sucks all the energy from me.
My body goes limp and I lean against Wes for support. He holds me as everyone moves. When he and Santi carefully pull free from my body, I immediately feel bereft and empty. I cling to Wes, needing the contact. I don’t want this moment to end.
And it doesn’t.
Three pairs of hands slide over my body as I’m cleaned up. A warm wet cloth appears from somewhere and slides over my skin, between my legs and my butt.
Three different lips press against my skin at different places.
Murmurs of praise and admiration hum in the air, all for me.
Three bodies close in on me as everyone settles back down for the evening. There’s Wes at my back curled around me protectively. My head rests on Santi’s chest as he curls up at my front. And Rhett takes my hand to weave his fingers through mine and to rest our joined hands on Santi’s hip.
As I slowly drift to sleep, a smile splays across my face. Never before have I felt so loved and cared for by anyone—let alone by three very different people. If this is what a family looks like, I never want to leave.