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He’s playing with me, teasing, drawing it out.I know this game too well.We’ve done it before, imagining she’s with us—what we’d do if she were, how we’d take turns.Mostly, this happens when he’s away, on tour, needing to fuck someone.If I’m in the mood, I let him.A willing woman if we crave pussy, or a man if he wants to pretend he’s inside me.
Anything goes, as long as I’m there on a video call telling him exactly what to do, how to touch, and I’m jerking myself.
But tonight is different.Tonight he was withher.He touchedher.It wasn’t just a fantasy for him this time—he tasted her, and now I need to know everything.I need to feel it the way he did.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Santos
“Tell me,”I urge.
“Her eyes were needy, so fucking needy for me, San.You would’ve lost your mind seeing her like that, desperate and ready.You’d have wanted to bury yourself in her pretty pussy the second you laid eyes on her.”
The mental image hits me hard, and my hand moves lower, cupping my sac, imagining what it must’ve been like.I can see it clearly—her standing there, eyes wide and full of desire, silently begging for him to take her.The thought of them together, the way he describes her, makes my blood rush hotter.
“She’s such a fucking good girl, you know?”he says, his voice dipping into a growl.“So fucking good, San.She listens, she responds.It’s like she knows exactly what I want from her, what I need.”
I close my eyes, letting his words take over, imagining it all unfold.Dustin’s hands sliding over her bare skin, teasing her, making her gasp.I can practically hear the way she must’ve moaned, feel the tension in the room.My own cock throbs in my hand as I stroke myself, my fingers grazing my sac, tightening at the image of her beneath him.
“She was standing, San, with one leg over my shoulder, just like that, and fuck, she was so open for me.If you’d seen her, you’d have wanted to bury yourself in her pussy right then.”
A surge of heat runs through me, my fingers curling into the sheets as I imagine it—Halsey, laid bare for him, vulnerable and aching for more.I can almost feel the electricity in the room, the way her body must have trembled under his touch.
“She let me take control,” Dustin continues, his voice thick with satisfaction.“Didn’t hesitate, just melted into it.I slid my fingers into her, and fuck, she was already soaking wet.”
My pulse races, my hand flexing instinctively at the thought of it—Halsey giving herself over completely, moaning as his fingers moved inside her.The image is so clear in my mind, and I can practically feel the tension between them, raw and undeniable.
My breath hitches as I imagine it, the way his fingers must’ve felt as he pushed inside her, slick and hot.I can see it so clearly—her gasping, her body arching, desperate for more.My hand tightens around my cock, stroking myself as I imagine watching them, or taking his place, feeling every inch of her.
“She was trembling with need, desperate,” Dustin goes on, his voice low and thick with desire.“And when I started licking her, flicking her clit with my tongue.The way she whimpered ...Oh, her fucking whimpering.It was a melody, magical.She moaned—begging me for more.You would’ve loved it.”
I groan, my mind spinning with the vivid images he’s painting.Her legs shaking, her voice breaking with every moan as Dustin fingered her, licking her until she couldn’t take it anymore.The thought of her like that, coming apart under his mouth, drives me wild.
“I kept my fingers deep inside her while I licked her,” he says, his breath ragged.“I wasn’t going to stop until she came, and when she did ...Fuck, she was loud, San.So loud.She couldn’t hold it back.”
My hand moves faster now, my body reacting to every word, every detail.I can feel the tension building inside me, and it’s like I’m right there with them—seeing it, feeling it, living it.
“You should’ve been there,” Dustin says, his voice rough and low, laced with something dangerous.“She was perfect.You’d have wanted her just as much as I did.”
I groan again, the sound escaping me before I can stop it.My breathing’s shallow, ragged, as I imagine it all—the heat, the way her body must’ve arched, the way she came apart for him.And right then, I’m gone.Lost in the fantasy, completely consumed by the image of them together, my mind flipping between watching and being part of it.My body responds to every detail Dustin’s giving me, the intensity making it impossible to focus on anything else.
Then, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, Dustin’s voice drops into something even more taunting.“Wait, San.What’s that that I hear?Are you jerking off?Palming that hard, engorged cock while I talk?”He tsks.“But you know you can’t come, baby.You’re not allowed.You’re in a public place.If anyone finds out you’re jerking off thinking about your girl getting finger-fucked by no one other than me ...the bad boy of alt-music.Well, that’s not a good look for your image, is it?”
I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan, my hand still wrapped around my cock.“I need to come,” I whisper, my voice strained, desperate.
Dustin chuckles, the sound dark and knowing.“Sure, but you can’t.Not like me.”He pauses, and I can practically hear him grinning on the other end of the line.“I, on the other hand, am in your bed right now.Fucking myself with your dildo.The big one.You know, the one that’s almost as big as your cock?Imagining I’m inside her, fucking her, while you fuck me.”
I grip the phone tighter, my body shaking from the tension.I’m barely holding it together, the image of Dustin using my dildo, his body stretched around it, filling my mind.I can almost hear the way he’s moving, the way he’s pleasuring himself, and it’s driving me insane.
“I need to come,” I almost beg, the words spilling out before I can stop them.
“The nurses will see, San,” Dustin teases, his voice playful but with an edge.“They’ll know you’ve been a naughty boy.We can’t have that, can we?Santos Calderón-Bélanger, the good boy, coming all over the hospital sheets while thinking about me fucking your girl.What would your Catholic mom say if she found out?”
I groan, the heat building in me too intense to ignore, but his words stop me in my tracks.Dustin’s teasing me, pushing me, knowing I’m on the edge but can’t fall over.My cock throbs in my hand, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus, trying not to lose it.
And then, through the line, I hear him groan, deep and guttural.“Fuck, San ...I’m fucking myself so good right now.This big dildo, it’s perfect.It stretches me wide, almost like your cock does.So big ...so fucking perfect.”His voice trails off into another groan, and I can picture it—him on his knees in my bed, fucking himself with the toy, his body tensing with every thrust.
I swallow hard, my hand gripping the base of my cock, trying to hold off the release that’s building so fast I can barely think.My breath is shaky, my body trembling, the need almost unbearable.
