Chapter 25 #3
It might not be for forever, but right now I’ve given him peace. My heart shudders under that enormity.
“I want you,” I breathe softly. “Take me from behind?”
Rhett’s answering growl causes my toes to curl. “Happily.”
I shift in his lap, straddling both legs as I give him my back—his pierced, hard dick juts out between my legs.
“Santi—lube!” Rhett snaps.
The bottle is already flying through the air before Rhett finishes the command. Rhett catches it with one hand and liberally applies it to his cock. The bottle is tossed aside when he finishes.
“Ready?” I ask Rhett, looking over my shoulder so I can see him as I lift my hips and place the tip of his erection at my back entrance.
Rhett’s eyes are smoldering as he nods. “Woof.”
My laughter is airy and short-lived as I work my way down onto him. The soft “ah!” as I carefully slide down his shaft doesn’t even begin to describe the pleasure radiating through me as he stretches me from behind. His piercings massage my inner walls, intensifying the experience tenfold.
I’m trembling by the time I’m seated in his lap.
Rhett sucks in a sharp breath before slowly letting it out. The sound is shaky and uncontrolled.
“You feel like paradise,” he says, his voice a deep rumble, as I rise back up. “So tight and warm… One of my favorite places to be for sure.”
I groan as his hands land on my waist only to slide up and around to fondle my breasts. He tweaks and rolls my nipples. I love it. My hips rise and fall as I ride him slowly, savoring how good Rhett feels inside of me.
“Santi,” I call out, my voice trembling. “I need—”
Santi is already coating his once again, hard cock with lube with one hand—the other holds the knife. His grin is wide, feral, and his eyes gleam with excitement.
I reach for his wrist as I hold his gaze.
“I want you both inside of me,” I rasp out as I slow my pace riding Rhett.
Behind me, Rhett growls again. The sound reverberates through me and I love how it touches something deep inside of me.
“You sure?” Santi asks, at the same time Rhett warns, “It’ll be a tight fit.”
“There’s nothing I’m more sure about than experiencing this with you two.”
A hard shudder rushes through Santi as he places the knife down beside us on the couch.
“The two of us locked inside of you, carino?” he asks. “It’s even better than my idea of sewing us all together.”
Rhett laughs, the sound strained. “You were thinking of sewing us together?”
“It crossed my mind,” Santi replies innocently. “That way, no one could go anywhere without the others.”
I tug on Santi’s wrists to pull him closer, aching to see this through and to feel them both deep inside of me. Together, there’s no danger, no fear, no unknowns. It’s just love and ecstasy, sin and irrevocable damnation—the best combination a woman like me could ask for.
Santi kneels, planting one knee beside me to my right on the couch cushion. Bending his head down, he kisses me hard. I hum against his lips, tasting myself there and loving it. I can feel the cushion to my left dip as he braces his other knee there.
He breaks the kiss but doesn’t go far. Against my mouth he asks, “You ready, carino?”
I nod. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
Letting of his wrist, I reach forward and I wrap my fingers around his erection and guide him toward my pussy. If he notices my hand trembling, he doesn’t comment. Excitement and trepidation roll through me. I want this.
But holy crap, is this going to be intense.
Placing him at my entrance, I suck in a deep breath. When I’m ready, I whisper against Santi’s mouth, “Now, Santi. Do it now.”
“Be careful, Santi,” Rhett warns as I lean back against his chest. “And go slow.”
Santi nods before kissing me again. As he does, he pushes into me. I suck in a sharp breath, tensing at the severity of the stretching.
Holy.
Shit.
As Santi works his way into my body, he begins to whimper and beg, asking me to relax just a little bit more for him. He tells me how tight and perfect this feels. I hear him but it’s like he’s telling me from a distance as pleasure and pain collide.
Rhett’s fingers tease my clit while his other hand fondles my breast.
One of Santi’s hands finds its way to my other breast. His mouth peels away from mine so that he can plant kisses down my neck. Rhett’s mouth skims across my shoulder, his lips and hoop piercings cause goosebumps to rise in their way.
By the time Santi is situated deep inside of me, we’re all trembling, breathless and sweaty.
The smell of sex, musky and thick, saturates the room.
I’m drowning in pleasure while sitting on the precipice of pain.
Before I can simply bask in the sensation coursing through me, though, there’s something I have to do.
Reaching over, I grab the knife from off the couch cushion.
“Where, Santi?” I ask breathlessly.
Santi looks down at the knife, breathing just as hard as I am. He lifts his right arm. “My forearm. I want to be able to see it all the time.”
I nod as I grab his arm to keep him steady. “If it hurts, I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls out.
The tip of the blade sinks into Santiago’s skin like butter.
As I carve my name into his flesh, I make sure not to hurt him or to make it all that large.
This isn’t like the last time. With Ledger, I wanted him to hurt.
I wanted blood and sweat and his pain. It was just as Santi said it was; a claim.
With Santi, it’s a declaration of love.
I’m his.
He’s mine.
Now there’s physical proof of it. When I’m done, I sit back and stare at my name. It’s about the size of a dollar bill, bloody and red.
“Fuck. Yes,” Santi snarls with delight. He looks past me to Rhett. “Left arm.”
“Santi…” Rhett hedges. “I don’t know about—”
“LEFT ARM,” Santiago demands, more serious than I’ve ever seen him.
With a strained chuckle, I hand the knife back to Rhett. “You heard him.”
Rhett doesn’t hesitate again. He simply grabs Santi’s other arm and gets to work. He’s quicker than me and his name is a lot more shallow—which is probably intentional—but when he’s done and tosses the knife aside, Santi is beaming.
“There, you two will always be with me,” he says with delight.
Before I can tell him this would’ve been the case with or without our names carved into his skin, he leans forward and kisses Rhett from over my shoulder. The two of them groan as their lips meet. When Santi pulls away, it’s only so that his mouth can find mine.
I’m filled with too much love.
I’ll combust if we don't start moving now. I try to grind down but I’m too full and trapped between hard bodies.
Rhett must understand what I’m trying to do because his hips roll beneath me, creating shallow thrusts upwards into me.
Santi starts working opposite Rhett to create the friction we all need to make this work.
This feels like an impossibility and yet together the three of us begin the climb to a peak so high, I know when we reach the top, everything will change. My hands are everywhere, my fingers digging into Santi's shoulders and into Rhett’s legs.
I know I cry out.
I know I’m begging for more.
But it’s hard to recognize my own voice as pleasure steals away rationality and leaves me as a trembling ball of nerves.
“Shit,” Rhett growls out. “Blair, I need you to cum right fucking now.”
He pinches my clit. The sharp pain surprises me and when he releases me to roll my clit in his fingers, it’s like Rhett’s cracked some code.
My orgasm rushes in like a tidal wave. It steals my breath, turns my vision white, and the scream that erupts is a sound I’ve never made before. The pleasure that shoots up my spine before exploding outward to every corner of my body is extraordinary.
My mind is wiped of all thoughts except for one: this new life Ledger forced upon me is worth fighting for.
I don’t care what I have to do, or what has to happen, in order for me to keep these men with me. Whatever price there is to pay, I’ll pay it happily.
My body goes absolutely limp. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
Santi and Rhett’s movements become desperate and rougher.
Their breathing grows ragged and I can feel the tremors rushing through them.
It’s not long before they both chase my orgasm with their own.
Their choked off cries and deep, full-body moans are music to my ears.
When they finish, they withdraw from my body. Instantly, I feel bereft and empty.
I must’ve protested because Santi whispers in my ear, “The minute I’m hard again, I’ll fill you up. Don’t worry, carino.”
My eyes flutter shut as peace pushes through me. Someone cleans the mess between my legs with a warm, wet cloth. When they’re done, the couch dips and bows under our weight. Someone slides in behind me while another makes room between my legs to rest their head on my stomach.
I don’t look to see who is where.
It doesn’t matter.
As long as they’re here, I’ll be happy.