Page 51 of Before We Break Again
My breath catches in my throat, my body reacting instantly.“You did?”I ask, my voice a little too eager.
I can already feel myself growing hard, my hand brushing over the scratchy hospital sheet as I begin to touch myself.I ignore the part where he doesn’t let me have her pussy.It’s hard to imagine Halsey letting anyone decide what we do or don’t do with her.She’d have Dustin’s balls twisted before he ever tried pulling something like that ...wouldn’t she?
“So you jerked yourself off in my bed or in the shower?”I ask, hoping to sound casual, though my voice comes out uneven.
“You want to know where I did it?”he teases, the smile in his voice unmistakable.“You want to know if I was in the shower, jerking off, thinking about all the things I did to her?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, my voice trembling with need.
His chuckle vibrates through the line, deep and knowing, the kind of sound that makes my skin tingle.“I did it first in the shower,” he says, his voice taking on that familiar, sensual edge.“Thinking about her, the way she feels, the way she sounds when I touch her ...”He trails off, like he’s savoring the memory.“Her little moans, San.You’d lose it hearing her.She’s soft at first, but the more you give her, the louder she gets.It’s like she can’t hold it in.”
My grip tightens around myself, heat spreading through my chest as I picture it—Halsey, her body trembling, the soft gasps turning into desperate, breathy moans.My heart pounds faster, and I can feel my hips shift as I stroke myself, caught up in the way Dustin describes her.
“She’s so responsive,” he continues, his voice dipping lower.“Every little touch drives her crazy.I had her right there, San, pinned against the wall, one leg over my shoulder, licking her like she was the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
A low groan escapes me, and I can’t stop myself from imagining it—Dustin with her, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth working her over while she arches into him, her moans filling the room.I’m lost in it, every word he says fueling the fire building inside me.
“You would’ve loved it,” Dustin adds, his tone still teasing.“Seeing her come apart like that, her body shaking, begging for more.”
I can barely hold back, the tension inside me growing unbearable.“And after the shower?”I ask, my voice shaky, my body practically humming with need.
“After the shower,” he says, pausing just long enough to drive me mad, “I took it to your bed.I’m laying here right now, thinking about what I’d do to her next, and imagining it was you watching me fuck her.That’s why I decided to call you.”
My breath hitches, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge, desperate for release.But the way Dustin’s talking, the way he’s teasing me—it’s like he’s pulling the strings, making sure I don’t fall over until he’s ready to let me.
“So you touched her?”I ask, my voice trembling as the image of her flashes in my mind, vivid and sharp.“But how did you touch her?I need to know more.”
There’s a beat of silence, and I can almost hear Dustin’s smirk through the phone.“Of course you need to know,” he says, his voice thick with amusement.“You like to watch, don’t you?”
I swallow hard, my breath hitching.“Please,” I whisper, my voice low, almost begging.“Tell me everything.I need to know how.”
Dustin lets out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying this.He always does.“Slowly,” he murmurs, his voice taking on that deliberate, controlled edge.“I took my time with her ...I wanted to feel everything.Every inch of her.”
As he starts describing what he did to her, I can’t help but let my mind wander.I imagine it’s me touching her—my hands exploring her soft skin, tracing the curves of her body.But at the same time, I can see them together, almost as if I’m watching from the corner of the room, a voyeur to their need, their passion.And fuck, it’s hot.
I grip myself through the sheets, my cock hardening at the thought, and I picture it—Dustin’s hands on her, his lips teasing her neck, his fingers sliding under her clothes.But as much as I imagine him with her, I can’t help but imagine me in his place, feeling her beneath me, the warmth of her skin, the sounds she’d make.
“I kissed her neck first,” Dustin continues, his voice dipping lower, more intense.“Slow, soft, just enough to make her shiver.She smelled like vanilla, like something sweet.And then my hands ...they slid under her shirt.I felt her breath catch, felt the way her body responded.”
My breath hitches, and I can’t stop myself from touching my cock, palming it harder, my mind racing between being him and watching him.The way he describes her, the way he paints the scene, I’m there with them, feeling it all.My heart pounds in my chest, the heat building between us, both in our imaginations and on the line.
“Her skin was so soft,” Dustin says, and I can practically hear the smile in his voice, like he’s reliving it all over again.“I couldn’t stop.My fingers found the lace of her bra, teasing her nipples through it ...She was already so worked up.”
I squeeze myself tighter, imagining her gasping, arching her back as his hands explored her.My free hand grips the phone like a lifeline, my mind spinning with images of her, of him ...of me.
“And when I finally pulled her bra off,” Dustin continues, slower now, as if replaying the moment in his head, “I didn’t hold back.I pinched her nipples, hard, and she gasped—her whole body jerked like she didn’t expect it, but fuck, she loved it.”
My breath catches, the vivid image flashing through my mind.“What did she do?”I ask, my voice trembling with need, desperate to know how she reacted.
“She moaned, San.Loud,” Dustin says, his voice lowering to almost a growl.“Her back arched, and she pressed into me, like she couldn’t get enough.I could tell she liked it rough, the way her breathing changed, the way her hips moved.You’d have loved seeing it.Every time I pinched or bit down, she’d cry out, like she wanted more but couldn’t admit it.”
I groan softly, my body responding instantly, my hand moving lower as I picture Halsey writhing under him, her body reacting to the sharp touch, wanting more, needing more.
“We’ll have to see just how much she can take, won’t we?”Dustin teases, his voice thick with satisfaction.“She begged me to touch her lower, but I didn’t rush.I wanted to make her come undone first, feel every inch of her before I gave her what she wanted.”
Fuck.My hand moves faster now, stroking myself under the sheet, the tension almost unbearable.I imagine the way she must’ve looked, desperate for more, the sounds she would’ve made.And there’s that image again—me watching, me taking her place.It’s like I’m both in control and losing it at the same time.
“Tell me more,” I breathe, my voice hoarse, barely audible.“Tell me everything.”
