Chapter 27 #2
“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.”
“Stop,” I order, my voice rougher than I meant it to be.
He laughs, low and mocking. “How fun would it be to stop now?” he taunts, the edge in his voice unmistakable. “I like knowing how needy your asshole is for me. How much you want to give me your cum. Tell me, baby, do you want me to swallow it? Or do you want to put it inside me? What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I admit, the words coming out raw, desperate. So fucking desperate. “I want you to fuck me while I’m making love to her. While I’m inside Halsey.”
He chuckles again, completely in control. “Now remember that feeling,” Dustin says, his tone shifting back to that teasing, commanding edge, “but don’t you dare come. Not until I let you.”
The call ends abruptly, leaving me sexually frustrated.
But weirdly, the pain in my leg is forgotten, as is everything else—my future, my fears.
All that’s running through my mind is the fantasy of Halsey, her mouth emptying me completely, and me being the one in control, the one who doesn’t let Dustin come.
Maybe I’ll even cage his fucking cock until he’s begging for mercy. The thought makes me grin.
And then there’s Halsey—God, I can see her now, her taking control, pegging him while I watch, while he squirms, but not letting him come. Yeah, that would be something. We’d flip the power between us, keep each other on edge.
We’re a pair, Dustin and I, but can we be a throuple—with all our kinks and complications? I wonder if we can balance it all. Can we give Halsey what she needs while keeping this chaotic, perfect mess we’ve created?