Page 194 of Piece Us Together

Nolan pushes a hand down on each hip, pinning me to the mattress. I could probably buck him off if I wasn’t tied the way I am, but there’s no way to get leverage like this, no way to move. Hunter chuckles low in my ear, probably seeing the realization in my expression.

“Pl’s,” I try to say again. The fingers make it sound stupid and muffled. My cheeks flush with humiliation. With arousal.

“Again,” he tells Nolan.

Nolan obeys.

I choke on the fingers even though they haven’t moved. My cock is throbbing, a brutal ache that demands to be felt whether it’s a good feeling or not. It’s even worse in my balls.

“Hun’er,” I beg, trying to shake my head a little. He stops me by settling his thumb beneath my chin and pressing down on my tongue with his fingers. It pins my head in place. I whimper, more drool spilling out the sides of my mouth. “Hun’er, pl’s.”

He just tilts his head at me, like I’m something to examine. Something to test out. To play with.Because I am,I realize with a pathetic fucking whimper.Here, right now, in this scene, that’s exactly what I am.

“Such a desperate boy,” he coos, somehow managing to look both fond and cruel. He finally drags his fingers out of my mouth and trails them, slick and hot, to my left nipple. I close my eyes when he swirls around the pebbled bud, then choke when he suddenly squeezes it. At the same time, whether planned or not, Nolan clenches around me again. I make an awful sound. Something so damn close to a sob.

I’m not going to fucking last.

This was a mistake.Oh god, this was a really big mistake.

“Oh, sir, please, can I move?” Nolan asks.

Hunter doesn’t even fucking hesitate. “Of course. Make yourself come, darling. Use that big cock of his.”

The sound I make this time is definitely a sob. An absolute, hard, wrecked, desperatesob.

I turn my face more toward Hunter as Nolan starts to ride me. He gives me a sympathetic look I don’t buy for a fucking second. “Poor needy boy,” Hunter says with a tsk.

“P-please.”

He ignores me, looking at Nolan. “Tell me when you’re close, darling.”

“Y-yes, sir.” Nolan speeds up, slamming his hot, tight hole down on me over and over until my cock is excruciatingly throbbing and aching. My balls feel like they’ve gotten fuller, making the band squeezing them hurt worse.

I try to say, “Please,” and, “Oh, god,” and, “Let me move, please, let me move,” but it’s all garbled and worthless, the fingers apparently not mattering anymore, me unable to speak even with my mouth free.

“I’m going to fuck him once he comes on your cock. Once he’s all soft and loose and pliant,” Hunter murmurs. I squeeze my eyes shut, shuddering. Hunter chuckles. “Poor boy. You know what that means, don’t you? Your poor cock is going to be left all alone while I use him.”

A sob builds in my chest, tears welling up in my eyes. Nolan speeds up, making little punched-out sounds, his hands on my hips gripping tight enough to possibly bruise.

“Sir,” he gasps. I know he’s close, can hear it in the edge of his voice, see it in the tremble of his body, feel it in the way his hole starts pulsing rhythmically around me. “Sir, I’m—can I come? Please? I’m close. I’m so close. Oh, please, sir!”

Hunter starts to shift away toward Nolan. I cry out, my free hand flailing toward him even as it sends shooting pain up my arm. Hunter catches my hand and guides it back to the pillow, his eyebrows pulling in tight. “You’re going to hurt yourself. You can’t do that, Maison.”

“Don’t leave me,” I sob. I keep my arm where he put it, trying to show how good I can be. I feel cold. Heavy. Wrong. I think I’m shaking. My next inhale is watery and choked. “Hunter.”

“Okay. Shh. Okay. I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He lays himself beside me again, this time hooking his arm beneath my head and pulling a little until my face is against his chest. I make awful, needy sounds that I hate myself for. Especially when he says, “Tell me your color, Maison.”

“Green. Green, just—it’s a lot. It’s—I feel—I’m all stretched out, on – on the inside.”

I don’t know if that makes any sense, but he makes a sound as if he understands, his fingers stroking my hair. “Are you sure you’re green?”

“Promise. Just—just don’t leave me alone.”

“Oh, kitten. I’ll never do that.” He dips his fingers back into my mouth, giving them to me like a present. I suck greedily, desperate for the comfort. I hear Nolan ask from what sounds far away, “Sir, is he okay?”

“He’s just fine. A little needy, that’s all. You know all about that, don’t you, darling?”

Nolan shivers. It makes him clench around my cock. I sob against the fingers in my mouth, feeling like I’m going to shake apart at the seams.

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