Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Santos
We’re in my room kissing again. And this time, it’s slow—intentional. I can feel every breath, every movement of his lips against mine. It’s different now. There’s no rush, no urgency. Just us, taking our time, savoring the way we fit together.
My hands find the hem of his t-shirt, and I tug it upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull the fabric over his head.
Dustin does the same, his fingers brushing against my skin as he lifts my shirt, and the feeling sends a shiver down my spine.
As the shirts hit the floor, I take a step back, just to look at him.
God, I love his body. All of it. The tattoos, the lines of ink that trace down his arms, across his chest. I’ve seen them a hundred times, but they never stop captivating me.
The way they stretch across his muscles, over his abs—each design tells a story, and they’re all a part of him. A part of us.
My gaze lingers on his abs—tight, defined—and I can’t help but smile.
I love the way his body moves, the way it feels against mine.
He’s thick, solid, and there’s a strength in him that’s always drawn me in.
We’re both built like that, strong and broad, and I love how we match. How we feel pressed against each other.
We make quick work of our shorts, and when they drop to the floor, there’s nothing left between us.
I catch a glimpse of his cock, thick and hard, and my own body responds, matching his intensity.
We’re both commando, just skin against skin now, and it feels right.
Natural. Like this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Dustin’s hands are on me again, running over my chest, tracing the ridges of my abs. He pauses for a second, his fingers brushing over my skin, his eyes following the path. I can see the way he looks at me, the way his eyes darken with desire, and it’s enough to make my heart race.
But I can’t stop looking at him either. My hands trace the lines of his tattoos, following the curve of his arm, the ink stark against his skin.
I love the way he inked our story on his body, the way each tattoo is a part of him, a part of us.
He’s beautiful, and I could spend forever exploring every inch of him.
We press against each other again, our bodies flush, and the kiss deepens. His lips are hot, his tongue sliding against mine, and it’s everything.
Everything.
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, my breath coming in short gasps. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect,” I whisper, my voice rough with emotion.
He smirks, but there’s something softer in his expression now. “So are you.”
I’m on my back now, spread out for him, and I feel exposed, vulnerable in a way I haven’t been in a long time. But with Dustin, it’s different. I want it. I want him. My body aches with need, and I can’t hold it back anymore.
“Please, Dustin,” I gasp, my voice trembling with desperation. “I need you to fuck me. To fill me. I need you inside me—now.”
He looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire, but there’s that tenderness too.
That softness only he can bring. He smirks, shaking his head slightly as he runs his hands down my chest, stopping just at the base of my cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice rough with want.
“Spread out, begging for me. You have no idea how hard it is not to just take you right now.”
I groan, hips bucking up, needing him to start, to do something. “Don’t make me wait,” I beg again, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me. “I need you, Dustin.”
He chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest. “Oh, I’m going to give it to you, baby. Don’t worry. But I’m going to take my time. Make you feel it.”
I watch as he moves between my legs, grabbing the lube from the nightstand.
He takes his time, slicking his fingers before leaning forward, his breath warm against my skin as he presses a kiss to the tip of my cock.
His tongue flicks over the head, and I can’t help but moan, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine.
Then I feel it—his fingers pressing against my hole, teasing at first, before slowly pushing in. The stretch is intense, but it’s exactly what I need. My body tightens around him, but I want more. I need more.
“Fuck,” I moan, my voice breaking. “Please . . .”
“Shhh,” Dustin soothes, his voice low and commanding. “You’re doing so good, baby. Look at you, taking my fingers so well.”
His words send a shiver down my spine as he pushes deeper, his fingers curling just right inside me.
A sharp gasp escapes my lips as he hits that spot—the one that sends electricity shooting through my body.
The pressure builds, radiating from my prostate in waves of pleasure so intense, I can barely breathe.
I arch off the bed, every muscle in my body tightening, desperate for more.
The sensation isn’t just physical—it’s emotional, too.
Every thrust of his fingers feels like he’s claiming a part of me, grounding me in this moment, in us.
I feel vulnerable, completely open, and yet it’s exactly what I need.
“Dustin,” I breathe, my voice shaky as my body trembles beneath him. “It’s . . . fuck, it’s so much.”
He leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. “I know, baby. I know,” he murmurs, his voice thick with affection and dominance. “You’re taking it so well. Just relax and let me give you what you need.”
The pressure on my prostate intensifies as his fingers curl again, and I can’t help the low moan that escapes me.
My head falls back against the pillow, my eyes closing as I give myself over to the feeling—this mix of pleasure and trust, of being completely exposed yet safe in his hands.
The emotions swirl inside me, heightening every sensation, making the moment even more overwhelming.
But he doesn’t stop there. His mouth is on me again, sucking my cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm while his fingers continue stretching me, working me open. His tongue flicks over the head, teasing me, and I can’t help but cry out, my hands fisting the sheets. “I’m going to come,” I warn him.
“You taste so fucking good,” Dustin growls, his lips sliding down my length, taking me deeper into his mouth.
I feel his throat tighten around me as he deep throats me, and it’s almost too much.
My body’s on fire, caught between the sensation of his mouth working over my cock and his fingers inside me, stretching me, making me ready for him.
The pressure builds as his fingers curl again, hitting my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through me. I feel like I’m teetering on the edge, my body trembling beneath him, desperate for release.
But just when I’m about to lose control, Dustin pulls back slightly, his breath hot against my skin. “No,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “Not yet. You have to wait for your reward, baby. You don’t come until I say so.”
I let out a frustrated moan, my hips bucking instinctively, but he holds me down, his fingers still working inside me, keeping me right on the edge.
“Such a good boy,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the tip of my cock before taking me into his mouth again. “My good boy.”
I feel him push deeper, his mouth and fingers working in perfect sync, and it’s almost unbearable—the mix of pleasure and control, the way he knows exactly how to keep me hanging on. But this time, I know he won’t leave me hanging forever.
“Dustin,” I breathe, my voice shaky with need. “I can’t . . . I’m so close.”
He hums around me, the vibration sending a shiver down my spine, and then he picks up the pace, his fingers thrusting harder, deeper, stretching me until I’m ready to burst. The heat between us is overwhelming, every part of me aching for more, for him, for everything.
“Dustin, please,” I gasp, my voice ragged with desperation. “I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his lips glistening, his fingers still working my hole, drawing pleasure out of me with every movement. “You want me to fuck you, baby? You want me to own you?”
I nod frantically, my body trembling with need, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
His fingers press deeper, and I feel the stretch, the intensity of it heightening every sensation.
Dustin smirks, leaning down to kiss my stomach, trailing his lips lower and lower, each kiss sending shivers through me.
His breath is hot against my skin as he reaches my hip, murmuring, “You’re so fucking perfect.
I’m going to take care of you. You’re going to feel every inch of me, I promise. ”
The way he says it—so full of praise, so full of love—it makes my heart pound harder. There’s so much more between us than just the physical. It’s everything. The trust, the connection, the need to be completely vulnerable with him.
“Dustin,” I whisper, my voice shaking, thick with emotion. I catch his wrist just as he reaches for the condom on the nightstand, my grip tight, almost desperate. “Don’t. Not this time.”
His eyes search mine, and I know he understands what I’m asking for. “I need you—all of you. Please. I want you bare,” I continue, my voice softer now, but no less urgent. “Like it is with Halsey. No barriers. Just us.”
For a moment, he’s quiet. It’s not just about not wearing a condom—it’s about trust. It’s about sharing something deeper, something more real than we’ve ever allowed ourselves before. Slowly, the smirk fades from his face, replaced with something softer, more tender.
“You sure?” he asks, his voice gentle, but I can see the emotion flickering in his eyes.
I nod, swallowing hard. “I need to feel you. Just you. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Dustin leans down, pressing his forehead against mine, his hand gently cupping my face. “Okay,” he murmurs, his voice low, full of meaning. “Okay, baby. No barriers. Just us.”