Page 29 of Piece Us Together

I obey without question, eager for his cock. I feel Maison moving behind me at the same time, the glide of a drawer opening, the click of a cap. He guides me forward until I’m braced on my hands, my ass hovering over his lap. He spreads my cheeks at the same time Hunter’s cock spreads my lips wide. I moan helplessly, eyes fluttering closed at the returned feeling of him heavy in my mouth. Then in my throat.

“Fuck, still so good, darling.” Hunter moves both hands to my hair, angling my head just right, pressing in further until I feel his balls against my chin, my airway blocked. I shudder.Yes,this, yes, please, this, this, this is everything.“Sir’s going to use your throat like a perfect little cocksleeve. Take it like a good boy and I’ll let you come on your boyfriend’s cock after.”

I whimper.

He pulls back, then snaps forward.

He was going easy earlier.

He’s not going easy now.

I have spit frothing from my lips and dribbling down my chin by the time Maison’s first finger breaches me. My face is soaked in fresh tears by the time the second is added. His third is just starting to press in around the edges when Hunter tests me for the first time, holding me with my nose pressed to his neatly trimmed pubic hair, his pupils blown as he stares down at me and gasps for the breath I’m not allowed to take. I don’t count in my head like I used to. I trust that he’s counting for me.

Just as I feel black creeping around my edges, he pulls back to let me gasp.

“Fuck. Your throat spasms so nice when I do that.” Hunter drags his soaked cock over my cheeks, across my lips, along my chin, making me messier under the guise of cleaning my spit and tears up. Then he’s fucking himself back into my throat, holding me there again. He groans, head tilting back. I try to watch him, try to enjoy the way he looks as he unravels, to study every detail, but then Maison is replacing his fingers with his cock and my eyes are rolling, my cock aching so painfully I can’t possibly ignore it.Everythingaches, actually. My cock, my jaw, my neck, my arms, my ass. And my hole burns with the stretch of Maison’s cock, fluttering almost desperately as it tries to adjust. He’s not moving, not fucking me, just like Hunter told him to. It hurts more. Makes it impossible to get myself to stretch the way I need to.

The hurts are everywhere, little pinpoints of pain, thrumming with pleasure, my mind blissing out with every pulse.

“Fucking perfect. That mouth—fuck.” Hunter pulls halfway out, giving me a chance to suck in air through my nose. His cock sits heavy in the center of my tongue. I can feel it pulsing, begging for release. He confirms he’s close with, “Swallow every drop like a good boy, darling.”

I moan, desperate for a taste of him, desperate to begood. It tips him over the edge.

The first spurt is strong and hot, hitting the back of my throat. The next splatters across my whole tongue. The third is a drizzle. I suck and suck, moaning as Maison slowly starts rocking me back and forth on his cock. I suck until Hunter’s milked dry. Suck until he’s hissing through his teeth and pulling me off with a fist in my hair. Suck until I’m panting, tongue lolling out, feeling like a needy fucking mess.

“Sir,” I gasp the first chance my mind decides to form a coherent thought. Maison is moving me faster now, his hands on my hips almost bruising, using me like I’m nothing but his cocksleeve. Using me like he’s never dared to before. I fall forward, arms spreading out wherever they land, damp cheek pressed into the bedding, blissed out so hard my mind feels like it’s melting. I can hear myself, little, “Oh. Uh. Nhg,” sounds coming from me. I sound pathetic and needy. My cock twitches frantically, trying to get some sort of relief. Maison tugs my ass even higher in the air, taking away any chance of my cock brushing against the bedding.

“Don’t you dare come,” Hunter orders, his voice all soft and steady, his fingers still in my hair. “You earned my load by being a good little cocksucker for me. Now earn his by taking him without getting greedy.”

“Yes, sir,” I say. Or try to. It sounds a little hazy to my own ears, so I’m not sure it gets through. I decide not to worry about it. All of my focus should be on not coming. I really, really, really can’t come. I have to be good. I have to earn it.

Maison takes advantage of my new position, coming up on his knees to fuck into me harder. Each thrust makes my teeth clack, my cock drip. His pelvis against my abused ass is searing pain and mindless pleasure.

I shudder when he growls, “That’s it. Take my cock, baby. Good fucking boy.”

I whine when Hunter adds, “Thebestboy.”

I sob when their hands roam over me and Maison rasps, “You’re making us both so fucking proud.”

I’m pulled upright then, Maison’s arms wrapping around me tight, holding me to his chest. Hunter is right in front of us with narrowed eyes and slick lips parted for heavy breaths. I want him to kiss me. To kiss Maison. I want to kiss them at the same fucking time, all sloppy and too much teeth and needy moans. I can’t have any of that, Maison’s arms trapping me in place, my words not working, so I reach for Hunter instead, all clumsy and weak. He catches my hands, intertwining our fingers together until we’re palm to palm.

“So fucking proud,” Hunter agrees, moving our hands until he can pinch one of my nipples. I try to jerk away, my cock dangerously close to spilling despite my perfect self-control. Maison doesn’t allow it, his arms tightening enough to make me gasp for air.

Hunter grins, holding my hands like restraints now, not letting go. “Good, Maison. You keep him right there. Make him take whatever we want to give him.”

I sob again, head lolling to the side, eyes half-lidded as Hunter reaches for me again. It isn’t my nipple this time. It’s my cock. His hand is hot and firm, mine smaller and softer, as he slides my cock between our palms. I try to move us, but he keeps me still, one eyebrow lifting as if to dare me to try again. Then he looks over my shoulder, his intense gaze narrowing on Maison. He licks his lips, nostrils flaring as he breathes.

“Fill him up, Maison,” he orders, his eyes on my boyfriend despite his hand on me. “Be good for me. Fill him so he can come. He needs it. Look how desperate he is, the poor thing. He’s been so good, hasn’t he? Give it to him.”

Maison mutters, “Fucking Christ,” under his breath before lifting one of my legs just the way he knows I like. I cry out, shaking my head no, trying to get my mouth to form the word too, but he groans into my neck and starts spilling into me before I manage, his cock grinding hard against my prostate.

I sob hard enough for my whole body to quake with it.I’m gonna be bad. I’m gonna fuck up.

“Sir, sir, sir, sir—” I gasp in panic.

“Go ahead,” sir whispers, his hand finally tightening and moving, our locked fingers making mine mirror his. My cock seems to shudder beneath our touches. “Come for us, darling.”

There isn’t even a moment of hesitation. My cock is apparently already encoded to him, obeying without any need for my input.

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