Page 148 of Piece Us Together

“Tap twice and I’ll free your mouth. You can safeword then, if you need to.” He smirks, but it’s dark. Dangerous. Especially when he adds a tilt of his head. “Or you can tell me you’re about to come. Understood?”

He grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing my head to nod even though I was going to anyway. It feels as demeaning as having Nolan ride my face. I’d put that on my packet because a sick part of me thought maybe I deserved it. It doesn’t feel bad, though. God, it doesn’t feel bad at all. My gut fuckingigniteswith it, the heat quickly spreading through me until I feel it in my fingers, in my toes, in my fucking—I don’t even fucking know. I’m just on fire. I’m burning alive and he’s smirking and I’m nodding, not even sure if his hand is still in my hair, but I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good, I won’t come without his permission, I’ll tell him first, and he knows, his smirk, his dangerous fucking smirk, is knowing, because he’s all-knowing.

A warm, rich, heady smell that’s clean but still all-man floods my senses. Then his cock is slipping between my lips and I’m tasting him for the first time. It’s—it’s different. It’s so much more different than Nolan. Than most guys I’ve been with. It’s just—it’s dark, almost. Dark and heavy and thick. There’s salt and there’s sweat and there’s something that’s justHunter, I think,. It’s just Hunter, and I never want to stop tasting it, tasting him—or maybe stop long enough to take tastes of Nolan, too. Just take turns. For the rest of my life, I get to fucking do that, I get to just take turns, to take my fill of them both, to drown myself in the two of them.

It’s such a big realization, it almost hurts.

I suck on him, frantic, desperate, chasing away the overwhelmingeverythingof it all.

He pulls back far too soon, hushing me when I try to chase him with a whimper. He wipes the spit from my lips and chin and gives me a fond, proud smile that has me even warmer than anything else so far.

“Such a good boy. Keep being good for me, okay?”

I nod, desperate to do just that, but then he crawls around Nolan, who is still on my lower stomach, and settles between my thighs. A quick, awful panic spikes in my chest.

He wouldn’t—he knows he can’t—

Then Nolan’s breath hitches and he tosses his head back to moan and I realize Hunter isn’t trying to fuck me. He’s fuckingNolan. He has us slotted perfectly, so that when he rocks his hips forward, Nolan’s wet cock glides right along my achingly hard one.

I moan, long and low, Nolan leaning over and swallowing it down with a kiss.

It’s not long before Hunter is speeding up, forcing Nolan’s hard cock to rub against mine. It’s hot and heavy and pulsing,dribbling fresh precum onto my skin. I’m so fucking wound up that it’s almost enough to set me off.

Almost.

“Please, please, please,” I breathe into the kiss for seconds or minutes or hours.

Eventually, Hunter is yanking Nolan’s head back by his hair, his gasps and moans filling the open air, and I’m free to beg Hunter properly.

“Please, Hunter.”

“Please what, kitten?”

“I want—I want to fuck him.”

“He’s a little busy. Be patient. Wait your turn.”

I growl in frustration, clenching my hands in my hair until my scalps stings. Nolan is making the prettiest fucking noises as Hunter starts to fuck him in quick, punched movements that I can tell are nailing his prostate.

“Sir? Sir, can I come? Please?”

“Sure,” Hunter says, and I catch sight of a wicked grin over Nolan’s shoulder. It’s directed at me. It sets my blood on fire. Makes my cock pound with the beat of my racing heart. “Go ahead, darling. Cover his cock in your cum.”

I don’t know which of us makes a more wrecked sound, Nolan as he comes, or me as I’m coated in it. Hunter doesn’t stop fucking into him even as he goes boneless and starts to sink onto me. It adds pressure to my soaked cock, bringing me dangerously close to the edge.

“Can I?” I ask, realizing my whole body is trembling. “Can I come too now?”

Hunter just looks at me and says, “No.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears leaking out of them and down my cheeks. The wet, squelching sounds of Nolan’s body moving over mine are obscene as Hunter really starts giving it to him. Nolan’scock is starting to harden against mine, considering a second round.

That’s when I sob for the first time.

I sob and I beg, “Please, please, Hunter, please, I need it, I need it, Hunter, please.”

“A little longer,” he pants. I open my eyes to find his face slack, his head tilting back. He rolls his hips against Nolan twice more before falling completely still to spill into him. I jerk, a sudden desperation rising in me at the lack of friction, but he moves his hands from Nolan’s hips to mine and holds me steady.

It’s awful.

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