Page 88 of Before We Break Again
“I didn’t know we weren’t official,” I say, glancing at Santos who shrugs.
“It’s social media official, so it must be true, right?”Dustin teases, but there’s a hint of something more behind his words.A mix of relief, excitement, and maybe even disbelief.
Santos stirs behind me, his lips pressing softly against my shoulder as he wakes.“What’s he going on about now?”he mumbles, his voice still groggy.
“We’re officially a throuple,” Dustin repeats, handing the tablet over to Santos.“Looks like Gavin and the new PR team the security company hired did his job.There’s a post about us being high school sweethearts—together, second chances, and shit.No more hiding.”
Santos glances at the screen, then back at Dustin, his expression softening as he lets out a quiet laugh.“Well, if it’s on social media, it must be true.”
I can’t help but giggle at that because that’s ridiculous.What matters is that we’re together.Really together.No more hiding, no more secrets.The world knows now, and we’re all committed to us.
Dustin sets the tablet aside, his gaze shifting between us, something playful and mischievous flickering in his eyes.“You know,” he says, his voice dropping a little, “we should probably celebrate.”
Santos raises an eyebrow, his hand sliding lower, grazing my hip.“Celebrate how?”
A grin spreads across Dustin’s face as he leans in, brushing his lips against mine, his kiss slow and deliberate.“I think you know how.”
The heat between us builds instantly, and before I know it, we’re laughing, pulling each other closer, the tension shifting from playful to something deeper.Dustin’s hand moves down my body, his fingers teasing my skin as his lips trail along my neck.Santos shifts behind me, pressing his chest against my back, his hand slipping over my waist, holding me tighter.
Dustin’s lips find mine again, his kiss deeper, more demanding this time.His hands slide lower, pulling the sheets away with a slow, deliberate motion, exposing my body to the warmth of the morning light.His fingers trace my curves like he’s savoring every inch of me, his touch both reverent and possessive.I feel the pull between us that has me arching into his touch, my skin tingling under his fingers.
Santos’s hands follow suit, his touch firm but gentle as he helps me shift, rolling me onto my back.He moves with such care, his hands lingering on my waist as his lips brush the side of my neck.I can feel the hunger in their eyes—the way they look at me, as if I’m everything they’ve ever wanted.It sends a shiver of anticipation through my entire body.
Dustin moves first, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself between my legs.He pauses for a moment, his gaze locked on mine, a question lingering in his eyes.But I don’t need him to ask—I’m ready, more than ready.
“Look at you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with admiration.“So wet, so ready for me.”
I moan softly, feeling the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, and my body responds instinctively, arching toward him, needing him inside me.Slowly, he pushes in, the heat of him filling me inch by inch.The stretch is perfect, the sensation of him sliding inside me making me gasp as my body adjusts, gripping him tight.
“Oh God,” I breathe, my hands clutching the sheets beneath me as he sinks deeper.“You feel so good, Dustin.”
He groans, his grip on my hips tightening as he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of our connection.The pleasure builds quickly, and I feel myself opening up for him, my body trembling with need.
But there’s more.
Santos leans over, his lips brushing against my ear as his hand moves to Dustin’s back.“My turn now,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.“You ready for me, Dust?”
Dustin nods, his gaze never leaving mine as Santos positions himself behind him.I can feel the tension between them—the implicit trust, the connection we’ve all built over time.Santos slicks his cock with lube, his hands steady as he prepares Dustin, his touch firm but careful.
I watch them, my pulse quickening as Santos lines himself up behind Dustin.Dustin tenses briefly, his muscles rippling with anticipation before Santos pushes into him, slowly filling him.The groan that escapes Dustin is deep, primal, and it sends a wave of heat through me, heightening the pleasure that’s building inside.
Dustin's eyes squeeze shut, his breath growing ragged as Santos takes him deeper.His expression shifts—his lips part in a silent gasp, his arms trembling slightly as he braces himself.He’s completely surrounded, lost in the intensity of what we’re doing.His movements become more purposeful, each thrust driving into me with more force, guided by Santos moving behind him.
Seeing them together—Santos moving inside Dustin as Dustin fills me—is everything.We’re moving as one, completely in sync.I can feel each motion of their bodies, every push and pull drawing me closer to the edge.Dustin’s muscles flex, his jaw clenches, and his eyes open, locking onto mine, dark with need.
His thrusts deepen, and I can see how he’s struggling to maintain control.
Dustin leans down, his lips brushing against my neck as he thrusts harder, his breath hot against my skin.“You feel so good, baby,” he groans, his voice thick with emotion.“So fucking good.”
The pleasure builds and builds, and I’m lost in the sensation of them, of being theirs.The heat between us is so intense, and I can feel my body trembling, teetering on the edge of release.Dustin holds me tighter as he moves faster, his thrusts deeper, more desperate.
Santos’s moans mix with Dustin’s, and I can feel the intensity of it all—the way their bodies move together, the way we are all completely overwhelmed.My mind is hazy with desire, but beneath it all, there’s a deeper connection.Us.This.
This is love.
We’re love.
It’s the way they hold me, the way their bodies fit with mine, the way they move in perfect harmony, taking care of me, taking care of each other.I feel it in every touch, every kiss, every thrust.I’m theirs, and they’re mine.Completely.
