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He’s sobbing now. Sobbing and shaking, fingernails scraping at the back of my neck. His legs jerk and quake. His back arches. I tighten my hold on him as he comes.
Hunter sucks him for a few more seconds before pulling off with a pout that’s so unbelievably mocking I nearly laugh. “Oh no, darling. Still coming wet? Seems you need a few more wrung out of you before you’re all finished.”
“Nooo.” Nolan writhes, fighting us harder than he had before. Hunter grabs a fistful of his hair and his cock, his grip tight on both as Nolan freezes.
“No isn’t your safeword, darling.”
“Sir,” he gasps. “Sir, please.”
“Fuck him, Maison,” Hunter says with his eyes still set on the begging man between us. “Hard.”
I’m so fucking desperate to do just that that I end up just tilting Nolan into Hunter’s chest, yanking his hips up, and starting to pound into him.
I’ve fucked this hard before, but never with Nolan. I never could get myself to. My head was too full of worry.
But Hunter is in charge of all the worry tonight.
I get to justbe. To just exist. To just feel.
And holy shit do I enjoy that.
It’s more free than I’ve felt in a very long time.
I’m going to have to be very fucking careful—because that feeling?That feeling might just become my new addiction.
Chapter Twelve
Hunter
I don’t know what’s more beautiful, Nolan falling apart for us or Maison finally losing control. The man is ravenous as he fucks into his boyfriend. When I tell him to flip Nolan onto his back, not wanting to have to worry about holding him up while we wring at least one more orgasm out of him, Maison doesn’t pause to adjust. He just manhandles Nolan into position, his cock never leaving the boy’s hole.
He likes this position better too, it seems. His eyes are blown as he greedily takes in every detail. His hands roam, rubbing at Nolan’s puffy nipples and stroking his sensitive cock. When Nolan starts to sob, I brace myself for Maison to panic.
He doesn’t.
“You poor thing,” he coos, leaning over so he’s hovering above him. It makes his cock drive deeper into Nolan from the sound the boy makes. “Shh. Isn’t this what you wanted? To be used? To make us happy?”
Nolan sucks in a water-logged breath, nodding frantically. He tries to say yes, but it’s broken, more of a whine than anything.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” Maison leans down further, bending his boyfriend in half as he brings his mouth down. He gives him the slightest brush of his lips before moving to his cheeks. I swallow a groan when I catch sight of his tongue darting out, licking up the fucking tears. He starts rutting into Nolan’s hole so hard the mattress is shaking beneath us. “Such a good boy,” he whispers before dropping his tear-soaked lips back to Nolan’s mouth.
It muffles the sound coming out of Nolan, but it’s still clear enough. The boywails.
Maison pulls back to watch the same thing I was hoping to get to see—Nolan’s fifth orgasm.
The boy nearly convulses with it, his cock twitching pathetically as it tries to spill. Nothing is left though. The poor cock can do nothing but twitch, just like the boy it’s attached to.
“Wa-was it d-dry?” he asks through chattering teeth.
I answer him, letting him know it was while watching Maison carefully.Is Nolan going to ask to stop now? Will I need to—
Maison starts moving again, gently this time, just a sensual roll of his hips. Nolan sobs. “Nooo. I—I did it. I did it.”
“Oh, but darling, he’s not finished with you yet,” I tell him, giving Maison a nod when I realize he’s paused his movements again. “You can take a little more for him, can’t you? I know you can. You’d use your safeword if you couldn’t because you’re a good boy. Do you need to use your safeword, darling?”
“N-no, sir. No. Just—oh, god.Oooh.”
“Just a little longer, baby,” Maison adds, his hips moving again. Nolan’s teeth are chattering as he trembles beneath the man he loves. “You’re so fucking good. Fuck. Just—just let me use you a little longer, yeah? I’m almost done.”