Rhett doesn’t acknowledge me as he turns and reaches for one of my overall straps. He quickly undoes it and then he does the other. As the front of my overalls fall forward, Rhett reaches up to grab my jaw in a biting grip.
“You want to be played with, you filthy slut?” he asks. “Tough shit. But you know whatIwant to do?”
His touch alone sends my heart into overdrive. He’s not an affectionate man by any means, so when Rhett does indulge in touching, andotherthings, I make sure to savor it. Rhett’s eyes glitter with deliciously dangerous mirth.
“What do you want to do?” I ask him, my voice coming out as a thin whisper.
“I want to give Blair a gift,” Rhett says, pulling away from me. His hand drops away from my face to land on Blair’s head. “She was a decent sport tonight which was unexpected. I’d like to treat her to something really nice. I need your help with it though.”
The hand on top of Blair’s head bunches. He grabs a handful of hair to jerk her head back to look up at him.
“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.
Rhetttskswith 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 Iwon.” 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 cumall night?”
