Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
Dustin
After dinner and hanging out in the media room, we decide to call it a night. We leave the bodyguards downstairs. The three that are staying have rooms in the lowest part of the house. I hope they don’t need anything and that no one tries to trespass tonight.
Tonight is important for us. It’s the culmination of us, finally the three together.
We’re in the upstairs room. The large bed dominates the space, its size enough to hold all three of us comfortably.
Tonight, though, comfort is the last thing on my mind.
It’s about control, about savoring every second, every inch of her and him. It’s about surrendering myself to them.
I stand in front of Halsey, my fingers tracing her collarbone lightly, my touch deliberate, measured. Santos is behind her, his hands resting on her waist, but his eyes are on me, waiting for direction. Tonight, I’m the one in charge—as long as I’m not an asshole.
“Let’s undress her, but we have to take our time,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “One piece at a time, baby. I want to peel you like you’re a present. Our perfect present.”
She shivers as I grind my teeth in her earlobe. “You’re going to be patient, aren’t you, baby?”
She nods, her breath already coming in shallow pants, anticipating what’s to come.
I reach for the hem of her shirt first, pulling it up slowly, teasing her with the pace.
Her skin, soft and warm, is revealed inch by inch.
I let my fingers linger, brushing against her stomach before lifting the shirt over her head.
Santos moves in sync with me, his lips pressing gentle kisses along her neck as I peel away her clothes. We’re deliberate—there’s no rush. I want her to feel every second of this, to understand that she’s ours, completely.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So, so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, sliding her bra strap down her shoulder, my thumb grazing her soft skin. “You’re doing so well for us.”
Her eyes flutter closed as Santos’s hands roam down her back, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder while I work on removing her bra. It slips down, exposing her to us, and I take a moment to just look at her—at the way her chest rises and falls, her nipples hardening under our attention.
I lean in, my lips brushing across her collarbone before I kiss lower, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, savoring her taste. “Santos,” I murmur between kisses, “suck on the other one.”
Without hesitation, Santos lowers his mouth to her other breast, his lips wrapping around her nipple.
We work together, both of us on her, kissing, sucking, teasing her breasts until her gasps turn into soft moans, her body arching toward us, her hands gripping my shoulders as she loses herself in the sensation.
“You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful .
. . and ours,” I murmur against her skin, my voice soft but filled with possessive affection.
My fingers trail down her side, grazing her waist, sending a shiver through her as I reach for the button of her jeans.
“You want more, baby? You want us to keep going?”
She nods frantically, her breath hitching, her body responding instinctively. Her lips part, and for a moment, her eyes flicker with vulnerability, something raw that pulls me in even more, making my desire for her surge.
Slowly, deliberately, I unbutton her jeans, sliding them down her legs, savoring every inch of exposed skin. Each kiss I place along her thighs feels like a promise, as if I’m telling her with every touch just how much she means to us.
Santos is right there with me, his hands steady, gently guiding her out of the last piece of clothing, his eyes never leaving her. We’re both caught in this moment, this shared reverence for the woman in front of us—her trust, her beauty, her strength.
As she stands there, bare before us, I take a step back, needing to fully take her in.
The way she looks at us, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted, her body trembling ever so slightly under our gaze—it’s breathtaking.
There’s no hesitation, no doubt. She’s ready, completely and utterly ours, and it makes my heart pound with a mix of emotions that I can’t quite put into words.
Love, lust, adoration . . . they all blur together, overwhelming in their intensity.
“Watch our girl, Santos,” I say, my voice soft but filled with meaning. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
I take a step closer to her, running my hand gently through her hair, guiding her attention to me.
“Kneel, baby,” I command softly, my voice thick with anticipation, a quiet edge of authority weaving through it.
Her eyes flick up to meet mine, dark and hungry, and she obeys without hesitation, sinking slowly to her knees in front of me.
Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach for my jeans, undoing the button with a sense of urgency that makes my pulse race.
The sound of the zipper sliding down feels loud in the quiet room, the tension between us thick enough to taste.
She pulls the denim down, exposing me, her eyes widening just a fraction as she licks her lips, like she’s already imagining what’s coming next.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, running my thumb across her bottom lip, watching her every move. “You’re going to suck me like the greedy girl you are, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer with words—she doesn’t have to.
Her gaze says it all as she leans in, her mouth hot and soft as she takes me between her lips.
The feeling of her tongue swirling around the tip sends a shock wave of pleasure through me, making me groan, my hands tangling in her hair as I guide her, letting her set the pace.
Her mouth is warm, eager, and she takes me deeper, inch by inch, her hand wrapping around the base as she works me over with an almost desperate hunger.
I can feel her moan around me, the vibration shooting straight through my core, and it makes my hips buck slightly, pressing into her, craving more.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice a ragged whisper as I watch her. “You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me, taking me as deep as you can.”
Her eyes flick up to meet mine again, and the look in them takes my breath away. She’s completely lost in this, in the pleasure she’s giving, her movements growing bolder, more confident as she sucks me harder, her hand stroking in time with her mouth.
Every wet, slick sound, every gasp she makes sends my control slipping further away.
She’s so perfect like this—so eager to please, so greedy for me—and it’s everything I need.
The way her lips slide down my length, the way she takes me deeper until I can feel her throat constricting around me, it’s almost too much.
I groan, my grip tightening in her hair as I guide her, watching as her cheeks hollow with every pull, the heat between us building into something electric, something unstoppable.
She’s relentless, her mouth moving faster, more desperate, and I can feel the tension coiling in my gut, threatening to unravel.
But I’m not ready to let go. Not yet.
I pull her back slowly, her lips releasing me with a soft pop, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath.
I run my thumb across her swollen lips, savoring the sight of her—so eager, so perfect.
“You did so well,” I murmur, my voice low and full of praise. “But now, baby, it’s Santos’s turn.”
Her eyes flick over to Santos, and without a word, she obeys, crawling toward him on all fours, her movements slow and deliberate, like she’s savoring every second of this. I watch with satisfaction as she reaches for his jeans, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper.
Santos watches her, his breath hitching as she pulls his pants down, revealing the thick length of him. Her eyes widen just slightly at the sight of him, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly as she licks her lips in anticipation.
“Good girl,” I praise, stepping closer to guide her. “Now, start with the head. Give it a nice, slow lick, baby.”
She does as I say, her tongue flicking out to trace the head of Santos’s cock, her eyes never leaving mine as she teases him, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. Santos groans, his hips shifting slightly as he watches her, completely entranced by the way she moves.
“That’s it, just like that,” I murmur, leaning in closer, my hand gently resting on her head. “Now, take him in your mouth. Slowly, baby. Savor it.”
She opens her mouth, taking the head of his cock between her lips, her hand still stroking the base as she starts to suck him gently. I can see the way her lips stretch around him, how she works her mouth over him with that same hunger, that same greed.
Santos’s head falls back, a low groan escaping him as he watches her. “Fuck . . . you’re so good at this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need.
“Now, take him deeper,” I instruct, my hand guiding her movements. “But don’t forget about his sac, baby. Give it some attention too.”
She pulls back slightly, her hand moving to gently cup his balls, massaging them as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Her other hand strokes his length as her lips glide over him, her tongue swirling around his cock as she licks and sucks, drawing more groans from him.
“Lick his sac, baby,” I whisper, my hand still in her hair, guiding her. “Suck on it, let him feel your mouth there.”
She shifts, her lips leaving his cock to trail down to his balls, her tongue flicking out to lick them before taking one into her mouth, sucking gently. Santos’s body jerks, his hands gripping the sheets as he groans louder, completely lost in the sensation of her mouth on him.
“Good girl,” I praise, watching her as she switches between his cock and his balls, working him over with the same intensity and hunger she had with me. “You’re doing so well for us.”
Santos’s breathing is ragged now, his body tense as she takes him back into her mouth, sucking him harder, her hand stroking his length in time with her movements. The sight of her, so focused, so eager, makes my chest swell with pride, and I know we’re both close to losing control.
“Stop,” I order, my voice firm, commanding. She pulls back, her lips swollen and glistening from sucking Santos. She looks up at me, wide-eyed, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. “He can’t come yet. Not until we’re both inside of you. Both of us.”
I pull her to her feet, lifting her easily into my arms, and place her carefully in the middle of the bed. She trembles beneath me, anticipation rolling off her in waves. I take a moment to admire her—her flushed skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes dark and full of desire.
“Now, Santos,” I murmur, nodding toward her. “Eat her pussy. Make her scream for us.”
Santos moves into position without hesitation, his hands sliding up her thighs as he settles between them, his gaze hungry as he looks up at her, then back to me. I position myself beside her, watching, waiting for the right moment.
Santos leans forward, his tongue darting out to taste her, and the sound that escapes her lips is pure pleasure.
She arches her back, her hands gripping the sheets as his mouth works over her, devouring her like he’s starving.
His tongue flicks over her clit, slow and deliberate, before dipping lower, teasing her folds, tasting every inch of her.
I kneel beside her, sliding my hand between her legs, and press two fingers inside her, feeling how wet and tight she is.
She gasps, her body arching again as my fingers stretch her, moving in sync with Santos’s tongue.
I watch every reaction, every twitch of her body, as she’s caught between the two of us.
“Good girl,” I whisper, leaning closer to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Look at you, baby. Taking his mouth and my fingers so well. You’re doing so good for us.”
Santos groans against her pussy, the vibration sending her body into overdrive, her moans filling the room as she writhes beneath us.
My fingers pump into her harder, faster, matching the rhythm of Santos’s mouth, and I feel her clenching around me, her body trembling as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
“Do you like that, baby?” I murmur, my fingers curling inside her, pressing against that spot that makes her lose control. “Do you want more? You want to come for us?”
She nods frantically, her breath coming in desperate gasps as Santos’s tongue works faster, more determined. Her body is quaking, her thighs trembling as she’s pushed closer to the brink of release.
“Not yet,” I command, slowing my fingers slightly, teasing her. “Not until I say so.”
She whimpers, her hands reaching for me, gripping my arm as I continue to work her over, my fingers slick and deep inside her. Santos’s mouth never leaves her, his tongue relentless as he devours her, his hands gripping her thighs as he pulls her closer to him, making her shake beneath his touch.
Her body is trembling, caught between pleasure and the need for release, and I know it won’t be long before she breaks.
“Now,” I growl, curling my fingers one last time, pushing her to the edge. “Come for us, baby. Let it go.”
Her body convulses as she shatters beneath us, her gasps sharp, breathless, as the pleasure overwhelms her.
Her hips buck against Santos’s mouth, and I feel her tightening around my fingers, her climax rolling through her in waves.
The sound that escapes her lips—pure, unfiltered ecstasy—fills the room, and I can’t help but watch in awe as she loses herself to the pleasure.
She’s trembling, gasping, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she rides out the high, her body still quaking from the intensity of it. I pull my fingers out slowly, savoring the slickness of her, then move my hands to her waist, gently guiding her onto all fours as she catches her breath.
But we’re not done. There’s more.