Chapter 25 #2
My right hand finds his cheek and cups it, needing to feel him as I deepen our kiss. He’s trembling hard. I can’t tell if it’s from excitement or if he’s trying to hold back an inevitable release. Knowing him, it could be a bit of both.
When I pull away, it’s only to give my attention to Rhett. When I turn to him, Rhett is already there, ready to meet me halfway. Our kiss is a clash of teeth. He wants to control this and I nearly let him.
But I’m the winner of The Hunt so I don’t relent.
I nip and bite and suck on his bottom lip until he groans loud and long and opens his mouth for me. The taste of victory has a hint of tangy copper to it. I love it. I moan into his mouth, my hand skimming down his chest. Beneath my fingertips, I feel his body shuddering.
Breaking the kiss, I lean back so I can look between the two of them.
“I want to taste the both of you,” I tell them. “At the same time.”
Before they can ask what I mean, I slowly sink to my knees. Reaching out, I take a cock in both hand and give them each a few strokes.
“Shit, are you saying what I think you’re saying, carino?”
I smile up at him. “Maybe? Let’s see.”
Leaning forward, I take him into my mouth first. Santi’s answering cry of pleasure has me clenching my thighs together again.
He throws his head back and jerks his hips so that his cock is sent to the back of my throat.
I choke and tears spring to my eyes but the thrill of seeing him so enthralled pushes away any discomfort.
I slide my mouth down the length of his shaft a handful of times before I pull away completely.
Looking at Rhett, I smile and say, “Speak.”
Confusion flickers across his face before I see understanding flicker to light. He laughs but the sound is tense.
“Fuck, I’m going to make sure you never win again. You’re a power-hungry whore, you know that, Blair?”
“Your power-hungry whore,” I promise, quietly. To Santi I add, “And yours.”
“If he won’t speak, I will,” Santi rasps out. “Woof. Woof. Goddamn it, woof!”
I laugh at his desperation. “You’re always so eager to please.”
Rhett shoots Santi a smoldering look. “Okay, yeah… I can see the appeal of the whole ‘speak’ thing now.” His dark eyes find mine. “Woof.”
I shiver with delight.
It’s not the word, but his willingness to submit that gets me so hot and needy.
As his reward, I wrap my lips around his dick.
He hisses with pleasure. My tongue teases the tip of his cock before I take him into the back of my throat, careful of his piercings.
As I sink closer and closer to his base, I reach out and stroke Santi with my other hand.
“Shit… I’m not going to last!” Santi whines as his hips thrust and he uses my hand to jerk off.
Good. I don’t need him to last too long. Not with what else I have in store tonight.
As I pull my head back up Rhett’s shaft again, I tug gently on Santi’s erection—urging him closer. Santi complies immediately. I pull my mouth from Rhett’s cock to look up at them both. They’re staring down at me, their pupils blown wide and a stark hunger is etched into their faces.
“Make out while I take the two of you into my mouth,” I demand.
They comply at once. I watch a moment as they make out and again, I feel the rush of desire make its way through me. With a deep breath, I take Rhett into my mouth first. I don’t take him far, knowing I’ll need room to make this work with Santiago.
When I pull Santi’s dick into my mouth, there’s a moment where I struggle to get them both to fit.
But then they’re inside me—their dicks trapped in my cheeks.
My mouth waters uncontrollably, my tongue sliding over Rhett and Santi; exploring each vein, ring, and expanse of smooth skin.
Both men groan loudly. Rhett’s hand lands on my head, while Santi’s skims my face.
As if they understand that I’m unable to move too much, they take over using my mouth for their pleasure.
Rhett pulls out just a little, allowing Santi to thrust further into my mouth so the tip of his dick can caress the back of my throat.
When Santi pulls back, Rhett takes his place at the back of my throat.
Together, the two of them find a rhythm.
When one groans, the other lets out a weak sigh. Looking up, I watch as they make out. It’s sloppy now as they break apart to occasionally stare down at me. I’ve never seen them look this hungry before. It’s like they're more animal than man.
Their sounds of pleasure grow increasingly louder.
Reaching up, I take the length of each one of them into a hand and stroke.
Santi whimpers, breaking the kiss to let out a whine. “Shit, this is fucking incredible. How is this real? I can’t… I can’t hold out much longer.”
“Cum, Santi,” Rhett growls as he leans forward and kisses along his neck. “Spill your cum down our woman’s throat. She’s hungry, Santi. Feed her.”
“Mi Amado…” Santi’s body tenses. “Carino …”
His hips jerk forward and he stills as his release erupts in my mouth. Rhett pulls his cock back so that I have room to swallow.
I devour every last drop.
When I pull back, I look up at Santi and practically purr, “Good boy, Santi.”
The blissed-out look on his face disappears only for him to beam down at me.
“We should do this every night before bed—I swear I’d sleep like a rock.”
Absentmindedly, I continue to stroke Rhett as I nod. “I’m not opposed to the idea.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Santi warns as he crouches down to be at my eye level. He kisses me hard before he pulls back and whispers, “Make him speak again. I liked that a lot.”
“I heard that, brat,” Rhett snaps.
I give Rhett’s dick a warning squeeze that has him hissing. “Don’t talk to my Santi in that tone. The only talking you need to be doing is for me. Now, speak.”
Rhett’s eyes flash and, try as I might, I can’t hide my grin.
Rather than do as he’s told, Rhett reaches down, grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me to my feet. I yelp in surprise, then cry out again as he drags me over to the couch.
“Hey! You have to obey me! I’m—” I yelp as Rhett bends down, hooks an arm around my waist and lifts me off the floor.
With stupidly ridiculous ease, he sits down and throws me over his lap. Before I can catch my breath, his palm slams down on my ass. The sting is sharp.
And delicious.
“Ah! What the hell?!” I demand, trying to sound pissed off.
This earns me three more sharp spanks.
I choke on a groan.
More. I want more pain. The desire boiling in my veins is only intensifying with every slap. This is a dangerous game.
“It appears that you—my sweet power-hungry, cum whore—need a reminder of who you’re talking to,” Rhett growls.
Before I can stop myself, I let slip, “So you’re a bad boy. I’ll remember that during our next training session. Don’t worry, you’ll speak on command—”
Eight sharp slaps come raining down on my ass.
My body trembles with the need for release even as my ass burns. Rhett isn’t holding back at all—and I’m so fucking thankful. Tonight is about forgetting all the chaos in our lives and I’m damn near close to not even knowing my own name.
Breathless and needy, I attempt to squeeze my thighs together to get some damn release.
He must notice because Rhett’s hand, rubbing the sting from my ass cheeks, slides down between my legs and forces them open.
“Shit, Blair…” he groans as his hands slide through the mess on my thigh. “Santi, come here and look at what we’ve done to our woman.”
Santi moves to the other end of the couch to sit. I hear his gasp and can practically feel his eyes on my pussy as Rhett forces my legs wider.
“Holy shit, carino…”
“Do you see what you’ve done to her?” Rhett demands. “You’ve got her all wet and messy. You’re a filthy fucking animal, Santi, and yet she loves you. Her body craves you.”
Santi groans. “Carino, that true? Is this because of us?”
I nod, my face flaming hot. “You two drive me crazy in the best way.”
“Can I…” He whimpers as if asking somehow pains him. “Please let me have a taste.”
With a huff, I push myself up and off Rhett’s lap and twist to look back at Santi. “No, you may not. You’re going to sit still and let me carve my name into you while I fuck Rhett.”
“Just a little lick?” he begs.
I shake my head. “I told you—”
“But I might die without a little lick!”
I laugh as he lunges forward and throws me onto my back in Rhett’s lap.
He pries my legs open and dips his head between my legs.
The minute his tongue hits my swollen clit, I moan.
My legs clamp down around his head and I hold Santi there, pressed against my pussy.
His tongue sweeps through me, not leaving a spot untouched.
Rhett strokes Santi’s hair as he watches the both of us with dark, hungry and hooded eyes.
Santi’s tongue swirls over my clit before he burrows it into my pussy. I groan as my hips gyrate against his face.
“Santi. Santi. Santi…” I chant his name as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
When I cum, it’s hard and fast.
My body convulses as pleasure whips through me. It steals my breath and my sanity, wiping my mind of all thoughts except about how good this feels. The orgasm subsides too fast for my liking. I come down from my release, breathless and impossibly more needy than before.
I need to be filled.
To the brim.
With both of them.
Letting go of Santi’s head, I sit up on Rhett’s lap and push his head away from my pussy as he tries to force another orgasm. Santi lifts his head and I find a dreamy look on his face.
“Fucking delicious,” he says, practically purring with satisfaction.
“Get the knife,” I tell him weakly, waving my hand at the coffee table where I’d tossed it down.
Santi nods, the movement jerky as if he’s still trapped in the throes of an orgasm. As he sits up and back, I turn to face Rhett.
His eyes are clear and worry-free. There’s no sign of the anxiety that plagued him earlier. In fact, he looks blissed out. The warmth radiating from those dark eyes is so intense that I feel like I’m burning up.
This is my doing.
I’ve made him forget his fears.