“Let’s see it, Maison,” Hunter tells me as Nolan sucks enthusiastically at his fingers. “Give him his first one.”
Knowing he means I should hurry up, I pull out my fingers, ignoring Nolan’s whine that’s muffled by Hunter’s fingers. I adjust until I have more room, bringing Nolan with me. Hunter follows without complaint, his eyes heavy as he watches me work. I slide my fingers back into Nolan, hearing his soft, “Oooh,” now that his mouth is free.
The “oooh”he releases when I take his cock into my mouth is much louder. I shift when his hips jerk upward, grabbing one and pinning him against the mattress a little harder than I usually would.
I don’t tease. I suck him like I’ve been starving for it, my fingers honed in on his prostate at the same time. I see flashes of metal chain as Hunter pulls at the clamps.
“I—oh—sir, I’m—”
“Go ahead, darling,” Hunter murmurs, the chain moving again. I press my tongue right under Nolan’s head, pulling a shout from him.
His cum floods my mouth without warning, but I manage to swallow all of it before pulling off and licking him clean. My fingers remain buried inside of him as I wait for our next instructions. My boy doesn’t like to be empty after an orgasm.
I look up to find Hunter staring at me with his lips parted for a heaving breath. His cheeks aren’t quite flushed, but as close as they can get without being so.
“What?” I ask a little defensively, not liking how hot I suddenly feel again with that gaze fixed on me.
“Kiss him,” he orders, his voice hoarse. “Nolan, lick his mouth clean.”
Nolan and I groan together before I lean up and over, pressing my mouth to his. He darts his tongue across my lips. I open for him, pressing my covered cock against his stomach as he licks into my mouth, cleaning me just like he was told. The whole time, he’s making these soft little whimpering sounds, his body squirming beneath me.
I pull off for air, lifting my head as I do.
Hunter is there.
Hunter is…close. Very close. I feel the warmth of his breath against my slick lips. I can see the flecks of gold in his eyes. If I tilted my head to the left just enough, our noses would bump.
He smells warm and spicy. A cologne, probably. It matches him so fucking well. Matches the heat he always manages to shoot through me with nothing more than a look or a few pointed words. I feel that heat now, even as a shiver runs through me.
Hunter’s gaze falls to my lips, his next exhale shaky.
I jerk back, nearly falling off Nolan in my haste. I keep my eyes locked on Nolan as I fight to suck in air. My face is burning.
Everythingis burning.
“Fuck him, Maison.”
Grateful for the distraction, I grab the lube again and coat my cock in it. I’m about to press my fingers back inside of him when Hunter says, “Don’t. He can take your cock as is.”
I stare at my fingers, breathing heavily. He can. I’m sure he can. He’d probably love to be split open with not enough prep.
But god, I hate hurting him.
“Do you like it better when he’s stretched out? When he’s wet?”
Hunter is looking right at me, his expression soft and open as he waits for the answer.Trust me.
“Yes. I—I don’t want to hurt him, even if he likes it.”
“Then I’ll work him open for you first. Stretch him out on my cock. Soak his hole in cum. Then you can fuck him how you like.”
How he says all of that with such a calm expression, I have no fucking idea. I feel like a flustered idiot, my face overheating. I tuck my chin like I can somehow hide from him if I’m not looking at him. “Okay.”
He leans down, manhandling Nolan in a clumsy moment of arms and limbs before settling him with his head between my thighs, his ass presented to Hunter instead. He’s been turned around, on his hands and knees now. Hunter says, “Hands on his shoulders, darling,” and Nolan rises higher, using my shoulders to brace himself before Hunter settles behind him.
Despite Nolan being right in front of me, I can’t help but look at Hunter. He looks right back, hazel eyes warm and kind and full of joy. My gaze falls to his cock in his hand. I got glimpses last time when Nolan sucked him off, but this is up close. Close enough to see how many inches protrude out of the hand he has wrapped around the base. Close enough to see the exact shade of pink the head is. Close enough to see a pearl of precum clinging to his slit.
My mouth is suddenly very, very dry.