Page 147 of Piece Us Together

Hunter is going to protect me from the world, protect me from myself, and I’ve never felt so fucking safe.

“Give me your hands, sweetheart.”

I swallow hard, clinging to that feeling of safety as I offer him my hands. He doesn’t comment on their trembling, just winds his fingers around my wrists and guides them until my hands are tucked behind my head, pressed between me and the mattress. I’m not bound, not really, but he says, “Keep those there, no matter what,” and it’s just as effective as cuffs or rope. Especially when he adds, “I’ll tie you up if you can’t.”

I tangle my fingers into my hair, promising myself I’ll keep them there.

My cock is already hard, but it jerks when he reaches for it. My mind threatens to white out at the sheer realization that Hunter is about to finally—finally, finally, finally—touch me there. I was such a fucking idiot for telling him he couldn’t. As if that would have kept me from falling for him. If anything, it drove me crazier, drove me faster to the edge.

His hand is hot and firm when he wraps it around me. I gasp, widening my eyes as I focus them on the ceiling. He chuckles, that low, dark one that is quickly becoming a kink on its own.

My focus doesn’t stay on the ceiling for long though, my eyes snapping down to where Hunter is guiding Nolan to straddle me. He’s still holding my cock, making sure our leaking heads rub together before Nolan moves his leg over Hunter’s arm and continues up my body. He must have been given a whispered order because Hunter is no longer touching him, but he doesn’t stop until he’s settled with his cock pressed against the underside of my chin, dripping precum into the hollow of my throat.

Hunter gives my cock a single, languid stroke.

I have a feeling I’m not going to like whatever he has planned. Not one bit.But that’s why it’s punishment, right?

I’m quickly thinking I don’t like punishments at all.

Nolan’s eyes meet mine, glazed and heavy-lidded. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, not from nerves, but to keep himself from grinning. My fingers twitch to grab at him. To flip him over and make him giggle. Make him confess to whatever dirty thoughts he’s thinking. It’s only the thought of disappointing Hunter that has me holding still instead.

I’m distracted from the temptation by Nolan moving again, dragging his cock over my lips, my nose, my forehead—his balls are—and then—oooh.

I moan as he reaches back and spreads his cheeks, his hole suddenly right above my mouth.

“Get him ready,” Hunter orders.

It’s easier said than done at first. He’s a little too far away and instinct has my hands starting to move, ready to grab him and pull him down. I catch myself, though. I tilt my chin instead, sticking my tongue out. It’s awkward and a little demeaning but the pretty sound he makes with the first swipe of my tongue is fucking lovely, and the hot mouth suddenly on my cock is fucking phenomenal.

I try to look, desperate to see Hunter with my cock in his mouth, but no amount of turning my head gives me a good view. I make an angry, frustrated sound. Hunter’s mouth rumbles around my cock and I know he’s laughing at me. The fucking bastard is laughing at me.

I jerk when my cock is suddenly exposed to the cool air. “Sit on his face if he’s not giving you enough attention, darling,” Hunter orders. I see his fingers curl around Nolan’s hips. Then Nolan is being pressed down on my face, the only thing allowing meto breathe the crease of his ass. He shudders when I work my tongue deep inside him.

I try to move my hips, try to get Hunter to continue sucking my cock, but he leaves it there, hot and heavy and damp. I groan, remembering that this is a punishment. That I was an idiot who practically fuckingaskedfor a punishment. Hunter’s deep, rumbling laugh is in my ear now, the man spread out beside me, his hand lingering so fucking close to my cock without touching.

Something brushes my chin before a finger is pressing into Nolan’s hole beside my tongue. Hunter wiggles it, helping me stretch Nolan out. I feel Nolan start to shudder above me, his thighs quaking. Hunter adds another finger.

I sob, Nolan crying out at the feel of it absorbing into his most sensitive spots.

“That’s enough, darling,” Hunter says, his fingers sliding out of Nolan’s hole. My mind spins, my tongue sore, my chin and neck getting wet as Nolan drags his wet ass and leaking cock down toward my stomach. Something is starting to buzz inside of me. Something that feels big. Too big. I want to run from it. Run to it. Run with it, maybe.

Hunter grips my chin, forcing me to look at him as Nolan’s wet hole presses against the side of my cock, pinning it to my stomach. “Do you want to suck my cock? Get it all wet for him?”

“Oh, fuck…” I whimper, needing that. Needing his cock in my mouth even if it’s going to make things so much worse for me in the long run. “Please. Yeah. Can I? Please?”

He hushes me, feigning sweetness, stroking my cheek as he deftly frees himself from his pants. He’s already hard, leaking from the tip. I’ve never let myself give his cock a good look before. It was all a part of my attempt at pretending he couldn’t affect me.

I probably should have looked, because now I’m horny as hell, on a knife’s edge of breaking apart, and seeing it for the firsttime. My mouth fills with saliva like I just got offered a glass of ice water in the desert.

For a moment, I don’t know how we’re going to do this with my hands still pinned behind my head.

I should have known Hunter had a plan.

The man doesn’t stop at just taking his cock out of his pants. He removes his pants completely. Underwear too. Then he climbs onto my chest, straddling it like it’s nothing, like we didn’t just have our first kiss yesterday, like I’m not in the middle of being tortured by his rules and his touches and his stupid fucking beautiful face.

“Give me your right hand,” he orders, his green eyes intense as he gazes down at me in expectation.

I don’t bother hesitating. I give him my hand, hoping he won’t comment on how hard it’s trembling. He takes it and places it on his thigh. There’s so much hair there. Dark and curled. Coarse. I can feel his pulse with my thumb.

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