Page 197 of Piece Us Together

“It’s not like it’s ahardship,” Nolan says with a roll of his eyes.

“Neither is taking our cocks,” Hunter counters. “Because you’re meant for this, beautiful boy. Meant forus. What’s that art you told me about? The one with the gold in the cracks? Let us fill you up, Nolan. You want that, don’t you?”

Nolan sobs, but it’s different this time. It’s need and desperation, not shame or sadness. “Please. Please, sir, please?”

Hunter chuckles, his eyes finding mine. “Oh, darling, you don’t have to beg. We’re making Maison beg tonight, remember?”

“Yeah, sir,” Nolan says, and he’s suddenly flashing me a mischievous smile that has me worried twice as much as before. “He’s really good at begging.”

Oh, shit.

How the fuck did his almost-meltdown backfire on me?

Hunter shifts and, without an ounce of fucking warning, drizzles lube over my aching cock. I gasp, the simple sensation sending a rush through me that feels dangerously close to an orgasm. My muscles jerk with it as my balls desperately try to unload. Everything goes fuzzy like before, my vision blurring.When it all clears, I find my cock nearly purple, dripping with an excessive amount of lube.

I barely manage to mumble, “Please,” before Hunter is guiding my cock to Nolan’s hole and pressing it in for me.

It’s tight.

My god, it’s fucking—it’s so, so—fuck, fuck, fuck—

Nolan starts to shake when Hunter only has half of me in alongside his cock. Hunter stops, his hand squeezing my cock almost painfully tight to keep me from trying to push in deeper by myself. He kisses along Nolan’s shoulder and whispers, “Breathe, just breathe, you can take it, darling. I know you can.”

After a few shaky breaths, Nolan begins to relax and settle. His hole softens around us.

Hunter doesn’t move, just continuing to kiss along his skin, saying things like, “Shh, darling,” and, “Our good boy,” and, “God, we love you so much,” and, “Oh, darling, we’re going to stretch you so good.”

It takes every ounce of self-control not to buck my hips. Every. Fucking. Ounce.

That doesn’t stop me from begging. From saying, “Hunter, please?” and, “Please, please let me,” and, “Isn’t he ready? He’s ready. Please?” and, “Oh, fuck, Hunter, Hunter, please, please?”

He hushes me too. Hushes both of us. He drags his lube-slick fingers along my hip and down to my thigh in a stroke that’s probably meant to be soothing but instead feels like electricity on my skin. He brings the hand back to Nolan’s chest, dragging it the whole way, making Nolan shiver.

“Sir,” Nolan gasps, trying to move his hips. Hunter reached him just fast enough to be able to pin him with the arm across his chest again. He whines. “Sir, please.”

“Shh. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Finally—finally, finally, finally—Hunter starts to guide us again, letting Nolan sink further down onto me. I want to bepouty that all Nolan has to do is say please once and he gets his way. My mind doesn’t have the power though. No fucking way. Not when—not when this—oh, fuck,this is so fuckinggood.

Hunter doesn’t stop this time until I’m buried to the hilt. Until we both are.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, everything tight and hot and wet. I can feel Nolan’s silky walls shuddering around the front and sides of my cock, can feel the pulse of Hunter’s cock against the underside of it. I can feel every slightest shift in movement. I can feel when Hunter fuckingbreathes.

For a stretch of seconds, or maybe minutes, or even hours, I’m unable speak. I can’t form the words. I think them in my head, I thinkplease, please, please, but my tongue is heavy and my mind is buzzing and my cock is on another plane of fucking existence.

Then Hunter rocks Nolan up and down on us for the first time, slow, steady, his fingers digging bruises into Nolan’s hips, and the dam breaks.

I beg.

I beg so fucking hard.

As he continues the rocking motion, I say, “Please, please, Hunter, I can’t, I can’t, it’s too much, please.”

As he speeds up, moving his own hips along with Nolan’s, leaving me pinned and useless, my cock zinging with pained pleasure. I cry, “Please! Oh, please, Hunter, I need it, I fucking need—I can’t, I can’t, please, please, please.”

As he murmurs something in Nolan’s ear that has Nolan shuddering around us, clenching, I rasp, “Oh, fuck, fuck, Hunter, I can’t—please. Please, take it off, okay? Take it off? Let me come. Please let me come.”

As Nolan whispers, “Yes, sir,” and then leans the top half of himself over to run his fingers across my left nipple, then myright, each sending a zing through me down to my fucking toes, I look into Hunter’s eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks, and whisper, “Please? Please, please. Hunter.”

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