“Fuck.Yes,” I spit out.
I wonder if now is a good time to bring up that she’s been unknowingly wearing my cum for a while now? I consider confessing for half a second before deciding against it. That’ll be my own little secret.
Rhett’s hand slides from her chin to behind her head to grab a fist of her hair. She gasps as he tilts her head back again. “I’m not done playing. Remember, you lost too. I was just being generous.”
“Tell me what you want,” Blair says. “We’re yours for tonight, Rhett. So play with us.”
The sound he makes starts deep in his chest. It’s not quite a moan, and not quite a growl but the sound is deep, throaty and full of desire. My semi-hard cock twitches, loving the noise just as much as my heart does as it flutters with delight. Blair’s shaky intake of air between her lips tells me she’s just as affected by it.
“I’m hungry,” he tells her.
“What do you want to eat?”
Rhett looks at me then, his eyes so dark and full of heat that a tremor races through me in anticipation of what it could mean for me.
“I want to taste that filthy slut that’s standing there watching us.” He shoves her head toward my dick and orders. “So milk him for everything that he’s got.”
“W-wait, I’m too sensitive!” I croak out.
Blair doesn’t wait. She’s been given an order, and she’s going to do what she’s told. She takes my dick into her mouth and sucks.
“Holy fuck! Oh god, no, wait!” I squirm as her hot wet mouth works at getting me hard all over again.
My eyes cross as pleasure and pain collide. Blair’s tongue strokes and coaxes me to come back to life and, shit… my dick stiffens slowly but surely in her mouth. But it’s too much too soon and I’m gasping as conflicting sensations war inside of me.
“Hold still, whore. You wanted this, remember? You wanted us to play and now we’re playing, so hold the fuck still!” Rhett orders, getting back to his feet.
Rhett doesn’t let go of Blair’s hair as he leans against the tree again. As I grow hard and stiff in her mouth, she begins to bob her head. Her tongue swirls over the tip of my cock before she lazily takes me all the way to the back of her throat, sucking gently as she goes.
I groan loudly and attempt to throw my head back. The tree behind me prevents that. Rhett watches Blair, clearly invested despite the fact she’s ignoring my constant protests. It’s like he’s mesmerized by the sight. His concentration, Blair’s mouth, us together… It's too much. It’s too fucking perfect.
“Shit, oh shit, fuck,” I raise up on my toes as if that’s how I can escape this excruciating pleasure. “Cariño… mi armado…”
“Here, let me show you how he really likes it,” Rhett mutters to Blair.
Using his hold on her hair, he shoves her head forward. My dick slides into the back of her throat. Blair chokes around me and the pleasure it inspires has me howling like a dog. Rhett yanks her head back and then slides her forward again. Over and over, Blair chokes and sputters over my cock. Drool drips from the corners of her lips and tears stream down her face.
Blair doesn’t fight Rhett. In fact, between moments where I’m not down her throat, Blair moans as if she’s having the time of her life. Rhett swears under his breath. I don’t know if it’s because he’s realizing how hot this is or if it’s something else.
“You choke so prettily, Blair,” Rhett muses. “I like you like this. On your knees, covered in cum, and choking on my filthy slut’s cock. Maybe next time I win, I’ll tape your face to his crotch and force you to stay like that for a weekend. Would you like that? Santi feeding you with his cum every time he gets hard and forced to cum down your throat? He can cumsomuch. I’m sure you’ll never grow hungry.”
I want to tell him to shut up. That the picture he’s painted is so deliciously hot that it’s getting me even closer to my next orgasm. But I can barely remember my own name at this moment, let alone speak.
Rhett’s using Blair to pleasure me and as he reads my body language, he quickens the pace. He knows I’m getting closer and that I’m fighting it. This orgasm is going to toe that fine line between pleasure and pain.
Rhett gets up in my face and growls, “Cum, slut. Now.”
I shake my head. He doesn’t understand. Ijustcame, I can’t again. Ican’t.
“Don’t you want to please me?” Rhett presses, chuckling darkly. “No, you probably don’t. You’re too focused on your own whore-ish desires. You’re prolonging this on purpose. Selfish slut. You’re so needy to put that cock somewhere, that now that you’ve found a place you plan to keep it there forever, don’t you? Blair’s mouth probably feels so good, doesn’t it? I’ll admit, her lips locked around you like this is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I wonder what her pussy stretched around you would look like.”
A hard whine slips past my lips. It looks good, I want to tell him but I can’t find the words.
“You can’t keep your cock in Blair’s mouth, whore,” Rhett continues. “If you don’t cum right fucking now, I’m going to pull her off of you andI’llfill her mouth while you watch with your blue balls. You want to finish, don’t you? Sofinish, slut.”
The picture of Rhett’s dick shoved down Blair’s throat does the trick.
I cum so hard that the world grows dark around the edges of my vision. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I hear Rhett give Blair the order not to swallow but it’s faint as my insides feel like they're turning out.
