Page 193 of Piece Us Together

Nolan goes to him immediately, all flushed pink with excitement and joy. I can’t help but curl my left hand into a fist as I watch Hunter give him a slow, loving kiss. It turns filthy quick. Then he’s whispering something in his ear that has Nolan moaning and Nolan turns to face me.

He doesn’t give any warning before he’s leaning down to take my cock in his mouth.

“Slow and steady,” Hunter tells him as he grips Nolan’s hip and guides his ass into the air. He has a lube bottle in one hand. Nolan hums when he drizzles it over his hole. The vibrations are unbearably good against my cock. It only gets better—worse?—when he starts pushing fingers into him. Despite Hunter’s warning, Nolan speeds up and goes harder with every finger added, sucking me like he won’t get cock until he makes me come.

“Make sure you ask permission before you come, kitten,” Hunter tells me with a shit-eating grin. “Do you think you can, with that ring on?”

I try to find my anger, wanting to glare at him. We both know that he knows I won’t be able to. The bastard just wants to hear me say it. But my anger is very far away, along with all the tough-guy bullshit and lies.

So, instead, I say in a watery voice, “I can’t, it’s too tight.”

“Sotight, isn’t it, sweetheart? Hurts, almost, hm?” Something catches in my chest, a sort of gasped-sob type of thing. He nods sympathetically. “Yeah, oh, youpoor thing. Well, just in case, you’ll tell me if you get close, won’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just turning his focus on Nolan while still smirking. He grabs Nolan’s hair and pulls his mouth off me without warning. Nolan looks debauched, his lips red, spit dribbling off the bottom one and onto my abandoned cock. I don’t know what I want more, for Hunter to have himleave the poor thing alone or have him suck me again. It’s agony either way.

“Tell him how many fingers you have inside of you, darling,” Hunter growls, his eyes on me as he continues pumping Nolan full.

Nolan shudders. “Th-three, sir.”

That’s more than Hunter usually uses, since Nolan enjoys the burn. I realize why when he reaches for my cock.

He wasn’t prepping Nolan for himself.

He was prepping Nolan for me.

Another whisper into Nolan’s ear, and then his fingers are sliding out of him with a slick sound and Nolan is hovering over me with the head of my cock nestled between his cheeks, kissing his hole. Hunter leaves him then, coming to lie beside me on his side. He situates himself so his head is propped up on his hand, his elbow digging into the mattress over my shoulder. It makes it so my bicep is in the crook of his armpit. He lets his weight settle just enough to make it clear I’m not allowed to move my free arm just because it’s not tied up. I gulp, worried about what he has in store for me.

He hasn’t made me beg. Hasn’t even really made me want to yet.

That’s not good.

“He’s going to sit on your cock,” Hunter whispers in my ear. He moves his hand up the hard plane of my stomach, fingertips dancing around each nipple, before he rests it on my throat. I can feel the pressure of his palm when I swallow. “And you’re going to beg and beg andbegto be able to move inside him, to be able to fuck him, to be able to come. And you know what?”

“W-what?”

“I’m not going to let you.”

A shudder wracks through me at the thought, my mouth already opening to beg. He immediately pushes two fingers ontomy tongue, thick and heavy. I whimper around them, forgetting what I even planned to say just a second ago.

Hunter strokes my cock with his other hand, again, and again, and again. Each move is agonizingly slow and nowhere near tight enough.

“Pl’s,” I try to beg around Hunter’s fingers. I realize that I can see him now. I can look, Nolan no longer in the way. Hunter lets me turn my head, moving his fingers with me so they stay in my mouth. I widen my eyes. “Pl’s.”

His only response is to add another finger to my mouth, purposely placing it so it stretches my lips farther than necessary. Drool slides out the corner of my mouth as I feel careful fingers grabbing my cock. I blink hard, my eyes just starting to focus as Nolan lowers himself onto me. It feels catastrophically good, like every nerve ending has been centered on my cock and his hole is now stroking them all at once.

I stare unblinking at Hunter as I try to breathe through the whirlwind of sensations. He looks so entirely unaffected. Fucking bored, almost. It turns me on, and drive me nuts, and makes me want to be a brat and fight him, and makes me want to be a good boy and beg real pretty for him.

I can’t do anything, though. I’m trapped. Bound. Pinned. I’m theirs, all theirs, and they’re going to do whatever they want with me.

“Squeeze around him,” Hunter orders.

Nolan’s hole clenches around me. I groan, eyes rolling back, before I focus my gaze on Hunter again. He’s starting to lose his grip on his demeanor, at least. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his cheeks flushed. He exhales shakily as he works his fingers harder against my tongue.

“Squeeze,” he says again, not taking his eyes off me.

Nolan does, doing the slightest roll of his hips with it too. It doesn’t give me any sort of friction, just presses against a different part of him instead. A part that has him whining.

I groan, my hips already jumping without my permission. Hunter tsks and returns his hand to my throat. “Nolan, press his hips down for me, darling. Remember what I told you.”

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