Page 53 of Before We Break Again
Dustin lets out a long, low moan, and it’s too much.“You can’t come yet,” he teases, his voice dripping with satisfaction.“Not until I say so, and that’s probably not going to be this week.”
“Please,” I beg again, already knowing it’s pointless, but the desperation is real.
My mind flashes to Halsey, and I wonder if she’ll ever understand this power dynamic Dustin and I have.Will she join in?Will she make us beg for her, hold back our release just because she can?Because she owns us in that way?God, the thought of her controlling us, making us ache for her, makes me even harder.
Dustin doesn’t miss a beat.“No.You can’t leave your spunk on those sheets, baby.You have to be good for me,” he orders, his voice sharp with authority, right before I hear him groan loudly through the phone, panting, breathless.“Fuck, San ...so good, so perfect.I just came—all over your bed.”
I bite my lip hard, trying to keep myself from coming at the sound of him falling apart, knowing he’s still torturing me.“You should be here,” he continues, his voice a mix of satisfaction and cruelty.“Licking up my cum.Do you think Hals would like that?Seeing you eat every drop?Maybe she’d join in.Maybe she’d like my cum just as much as you do.Hell, I know she tastes so good.”
I’m throbbing now, every word he says making it harder to hold back.He keeps going, relentless, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.“Can you imagine it, San?Her on her knees in front of you, your cock in her mouth, while I fuck your ass?”
The image slams into me, vivid and so fucking perfect, my body reacting instantly.I can see it—Halsey on her knees, her lips wrapped around my cock, eyes full of hunger as she takes me deeper, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat.Dustin’s behind me, his body pressed up against mine, controlling every movement as he drives into me while giving her instructions.
“Can you picture it, San?”Dustin breathes into my ear, his voice rough with lust.“Her choking on your cock while she fucks herself with this big dildo, the one almost as thick as you.Watching her, while I fill you, taking you both at once.Fuck, she’d look so good.”
I groan, my body responding instantly to the image—Halsey’s lips stretched around me, her eyes wide and full of need as she gags on my length.Dustin’s hips slam into me from behind, controlling every thrust, his words in my ear driving me wild.I can feel it all—Halsey’s moans vibrating against me, Dustin’s cock buried deep inside me, both of them pushing me to the edge.
“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?”Dustin whispers, his breath hot against my neck as he pounds into me.“So fucking desperate for us, just like you.Taking everything I give you while you fill her mouth.”
I picture her, Halsey’s body shaking, her moans muffled by my cock as she fucks herself with that thick dildo, her hips moving in rhythm with Dustin’s thrusts into me.The thought of both of us taking her, being completely in sync, makes my head spin.I grip myself tighter, matching the rhythm in my mind, lost in the fantasy of us together.
“You’d love it, wouldn’t you?”Dustin continues, his voice rough with desire.“Her eyes on you, watching you come undone while I fuck you from behind.You’d bury yourself in her throat while I fill you, stretching you, making you take every inch.”
I can feel the tension building, my breath as shaky as my body.Halsey, on her knees, Dustin behind me, all of us lost in the moment.I’m so close, teetering on the edge, every word pushing me further.
“And me ...”Dustin groans, his hips slamming into me harder.“Me filling your needy hole, stretching you wide, filling you with my seed.You’re such a good boy when you let me do it.”
I gasp, my body tightening as I imagine it—Dustin inside me, commanding me, his hand gripping my waist as he thrusts into me, while Halsey takes me deep in her throat.
“I’ll let you come inside her mouth,” Dustin growls, his voice thick with control.“Feed her, make her swallow every drop.Do you think she swallows, San?Do you think she’ll love the taste of you?”
I groan, the image of Halsey looking up at me, her mouth full of me, swallowing every last drop while Dustin fills me from behind, pushing me to the brink.I can feel myself trembling, the release so close I can barely think.
“But you’re not allowed yet,” Dustin whispers, his voice commanding, dripping with control.“Not until I say so.”
“You’re sick,” I manage to say, my breath hitching.“So fucking sick.I ...I don’t know if she can take what we’ve become.”
“I’ll be whatever she needs us to be,” he replies, his voice softening with surprising sincerity.“I’ll go vanilla for her.I’ll just fuck her missionary style with you topping me, if that’s the only way she’ll take us.”
My thoughts drift to Halsey, to how wild she was with us.We never went all the way back then, but while we were experimenting, she’d ask for more, for our mouths, our hands.She loved it when we took our time, when we played with her, with each other.It was fun ...until it wasn’t.Until they took her away from us.
“Somehow, I don’t think she’ll accept vanilla from you,” I murmur, my voice thick with both amusement and truth.“She’ll want to see who you really are, even when you’re a fucking asshole who denies me coming for days.”
Dustin chuckles lowly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.“Oh, you’ll come, San,” he says, his voice darkening with promise.“You’ll come in her mouth.I think that’s what I want—to watch you two fuck each other with your mouths, while I fuck myself with the dildo, watching you both fall apart.”
My cock twitches at his words, the vivid image flashing in my mind, and I groan, my body aching with need.
“But not yet,” Dustin adds, still holding control over me.“Rub the head of your cock for me.Clear the precum.I want you to taste it.”
I hesitate, but only for a second.My hand moves slowly, carefully, fingers sliding over the slick tip of my cock.I can feel the tension in my body, the heat of his words pushing me further.I swipe the precum off, bringing it to my lips, my heart pounding as I taste myself, doing exactly what he asks.
“That’s all the cum you get,” Dustin teases, his voice low and commanding.“Until I say so.”
Before he hangs up, there’s a brief pause, and then he adds, “Suck your finger for me.Imagine it’s my cock in your mouth, San.I want to hear you do it.”
I swallow hard, my body tight with need, but I do as he says.I bring my finger to my lips, closing my eyes, and suck it slowly, imagining it’s him.The taste, the feeling of control he has over me—it’s overwhelming.I groan softly, lost in the fantasy, even though I know he’s listening, smirking on the other end.
“That’s good,” Dustin murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction.“You’re lucky I don’t ask you to shove it in your hole and fuck yourself without coming.So fucking lucky, baby.”
