Page 75 of Piece Us Together
“Yeah. Fuck, that’s—yeah. Keep doing that, Maison.Christ.”
Maison’s lips quirk into a mischievous grin. “You gonna fill him up?”
“You keep doing that and I fucking will.”
“What?” I whine, trying to move, trying to see. Two hands tighten on me, holding me still—one is Hunter’s, one is Maison’s. “What’s he doing?”
“You mind your own, darling. Just keep taking sir’s cock like a good boy.”
My eyes flutter closed. Someone is touching my cock. The skin is soft. That means it’s Hunter.
There’s liquid heat in my stomach. In my balls. In mymind.
“Sir.” Maison’s lips are on my nipple. His teeth. His tongue. “Oh—Mais, Mais, Mais, sir—”
“Not yet. Don’t you dare come until we’ve both filled you up,” sir growls.
I sob. Shake. Try to get him to stop touching my cock. Try to get him to touch it more.
“I can’t—I can’t—”
“But you can,” Maison promises. “You’re so fucking good for us, baby. You’ve done it before. Just a little longer. I know you can hold it for us.”
“Our good boy,” Hunter murmurs. “You’ll wait, won’t you, Nolan?”
I nod. Nod hard. Nod fast.
Our good boy.
I’m shaking and gasping and everything is too hot and too much and I want them, I’m getting them, I think I’m in love with them, and Hunter is growling, “Fuck, Maison,” and Maison is chuckling and whispering, “Yeah? There?” and then teeth are clamped on my shoulder, hard enough to make me jerk and shout, and Maison is pressing his mouth over mine to silence me, and hot cum is filling my hole.
Our good boy.
A cock is sliding out as another nudges in, the two battling against the rim for a second, just enough to stretch me wider than they’ve ever done before, wider than with the added finger, and I’m choking, shaking, jerking, and they’re holding me tight, so tight, I’m pressed between them, can feel both heartbeats, can feel both of their breaths on my skin, can feel hands, so many hands, and lips, tongues, teeth—
Our good boy.
Our good boy.
Our good boy.
Soft pleas falling from my lips, a tight hand around the base of my cock to stave off my orgasm, Maison grunting as he gets closer to his edge, Hunter’s lips on my neck, lips on the shell of my ear, whispering, “You take our cocks so well, darling.”
Two sharp thrusts, then Maison holding steady. Two bruising grips on my hips, as another hot load is pumped inside of me.
“Please? Please now? Can I please, sir?”
“Not quite yet.” Sir pulls me off of Maison’s cock, rolling me onto my back. My legs are immediately pushed back to my chest, Hunter’s hands falling away just a second before Maison’s hands take their place, holding me there.
There’s a little pressure at my hole before a heavy plug slides into place, keeping their cum safely inside me. I whimper, then moan when my eyes fall to the picture between my legs—Hunter bent over, his tongue lapping up the cum that slipped out. Cum that could be his, or Maison’s, or a mix of both. Then he drags that tongue over my balls and up the length of my cock. I try to buck my hips, but Maison’s grip only tightens.
“Come whenever you want now, darling,” Hunter says, his breath ghosting over my cock damp with his spit. “You’ve earned it.”
Hunter takes my cock in his mouth before I can respond, letting it slowly glide over his hot tongue. I shiver, not sure what I like more, the feeling or the sight.
“Sir,” I murmur, wanting to reach for him, wanting to—wanting—just wanting so many—wanting—so much wanting—both of them—I want both of them so much—I want—I want so many things—I want—want—want—
“Shh, baby.” Maison brushes my hair off my forehead, dragging his lips across the exposed skin. “I know. I want too. Just—shh. Breathe. Let him make you feel good.”