Page 28 of Piece Us Together

Hunter’s hand comes to rest on the back of my neck. “Go ahead. You can have it.”

It’s all I need before I’m sucking him down, greedy for the familiar taste and feel of him.

“I want you to fuck him tonight, Maison,” Hunter says matter-of-factly. “So I’d like for you to not come. Are you okay directing him so he doesn’t bring you off too early? He can warm you if you need him to instead. He’ll be happy for your cock in any way he can get it, won’t you, darling?”

I hum and nod, tongue lazily working along the underside of him. I don’t want to be naughty. I can go slow and easy if that’s what Hunter wants.

“I can do that—control it, I mean. I can do that.”

“Good,” Hunter says, and I swear, Maisonshiversat the praise. “What’s your color, Maison?”

Maison doesn’t even hesitate. “Green.”

“If that changes, let me know. Nolan, watch your teeth. I’m starting again.”

I have just enough time to think,who does he think I am, a damn amateur? Then the flogger comes down.Hard.

It’s different with Maison in my mouth. He’s more invested now that he’s participating. More vocal. His hands are in my hair, not hard, but not soft either, as he murmurs reassurances that light me up inside.

“That’s it, just like that, you know how to do that so well,” when I coax his cock to a full erection with my tongue.

“You like that, don’t you?” when one of Hunter’s hits has me moaning pathetically. “I’m so glad you’re getting this, baby.”

“Hey, shh. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere,” when I panic at the slip of his cock out of my mouth. “Just need a minute. Sucking my cock so well, baby. Can’t give you my cum yet. Your sir said so. Here, take my fingers. That’s it. So fucking good.”

It’s a lot. Overwhelming. Dizzying. It’s better than my wildest dreams. It’s perfect, even without being perfect at all. There’s so much pain, my head filling with white noise to cope with it. There’s so much pleasure from the praising words and the cock in my mouth and the feeling of my cock against the bed. It’s not long at all before I start to feel stretched out and raw on the inside, everything too much and not enough and—and—and—

“He needs you, Maison,” I hear Hunter say from far away. “I’m pushing him hard. Make him feel better.”

Maison’s hands are immediately on my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks. I have to blink hard a few times before I can see him the right way. His smile is warm and comforting. His smile is proud.

“Just a little more, baby,” he promises, his eyes going over my shoulder to lock onto Hunter. Hunter’s flogger is moving fast now, barely giving my skin time to settle before the next hit lands. “He says five more. That’s it. You can take it, can’t you? You’re so fucking good. That’s five. Yeah, shhh, you’re okay. Four, baby. Breathe for me. Just breathe. Three. Look at you—so fucking good. Two. So proud of you, baby. One more. That’s it. All done, baby. Go ahead. Yeah, cry. That’s okay. It’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here. Hey, come here. Did so fucking well for us, so fucking good, such a good boy.”

He pulls me into his lap, hushing me when I cry out from the feel of his jeans against my welted skin. He runs soothing hands up my back, kissing my face, smearing my tears, pressing his lips to my mouth to swallow my sobs and gasps.

“What’s wrong with him?” I hear him ask in a trembling voice. Even with my head feeling floaty, I’m able to understand the question isn’t for me to answer. “Is he okay?”

“Shh. He’s fine. It’s okay, Maison. This is good. He needed this. I expected this. He’s okay, I promise.” I feel Hunter behind me. Close. So, so close. His hands rest on my hips, thumbs stroking little circles just outside of where my skin is hot with pain. For a moment, I think Maison is kissing my shoulder. Then I realize Maison’s working his lips down my cheek, kissing my tears away. It’sHunter’smouth on my shoulder. “Give us your color, darling. Let me hear it.”

“G-green,” I say between shaking breaths. My mind is still fuzzy around the edges, my body weak. “Want. Need. Both. Cum?”

“We’ll give you our cum,” Maison murmurs, knowing me well enough to understand what I need. I can hear the relief in his voice. The subtle amusement, even, that cum is what I’m worried about as I sob in his arms after being flogged. “Right, Hunter?”

“Of course. Our good boy has earned it, hasn’t he? So brave. So strong. Took everything we gave him.”

“Yeah. He was fucking perfect. Weren’t you, baby?” Maison frames my face, gently guiding my head back until he’s looking into my teary eyes. His smile is warm. Loving. Relaxed. There isn’t an ounce of that anxiety that always lingered whenever it was him trying to dominate me.

“How should we fill him up?” Maison asks.

Hunter hums, as if he doesn’t have this all planned out already. I’d smile if I had the energy.

“Turn him around for me. I’ll have you open him up while I take that throat of his again.”

Maison manhandles me around on his lap. He chuckles when I start to flop forward, only staying up because of Hunter’s hands steadying me. Hunter looks over my shoulder, smirking at Maison. “There’s lube in the side table. You can enter him before I’m done, if he’s ready in time, but don’t fuck him yet. I want his mouth open when he begs us to let him come on your cock.”

I don’t know who moans louder—me or Maison.

Hunter’s grin is fucking wicked, though it softens just a touch when he looks back at me, one hand cupping my cheek, the other reaching for his cock that’s still heavy and hard. “Open up, darling.”

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