36. Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Six
Maison
Hunter leaves the bath first, toweling himself off slowly, giving us a goddamn show. That alone has me starting to worry about what I’m in for. His promise to make me beg hard was hot in the moment, but now I’m picturing it and thinking I’m probably going to go fucking crazy.
Maybe he’ll go easy on me?
I nearly laugh. Hunter isn’t the kind of guy to go easy. Not when he knows you can take it.
Fuck me.
He towels each of us off, lingering on our matching erections until we’re both dripping with precum instead of bath water. Then he blows out the candles and guides us to the bedroom.
I’m used to him getting Nolan situated first, then having me go wherever I’m needed. Tonight, it’s me who he has lie down first, my head and shoulders on the pillows. He pulls my arm to the side and places it on a smaller throw pillow. Nolan stands by the side of the bed, cock hard and pupils dilated as he watches me be manhandled into the exact position Hunter wants me in.
Hunter leaves us then, not saying a word. I track him with my eyes, heart in my throat, to where he goes to the closet. I don’t have long to spin out about what he could be getting from there. It’s only seconds before he’s returning, two hanks of blue rope in his hands. I gulp.
He grins.
“You did so well keeping your hands where I put them last time,” he muses. “But I plan on pushing you much, much harder this time, so I think you might need some help.”
My tongue is too heavy in my mouth, my skin already erupting in goosebumps. I can’t answer him. He doesn’t mind. He’s ignoring me anyway, already testing the scissors and rope before settling between my legs and pushing at them to spread wider.
“Nolan, straddle our boy and give him some kisses. Get him nice and worked up.”
“I want to watch,” I argue, having to lift my head to look at Hunter since Nolan is already climbing onto me.
Hunter laughs, but it’s not amused. It’s low and dark and has me immediately sinking back into the mattress. “Do you really want to be a brat for the first time on the same night you practically begged me to push you hard and make you beg?”
“I—no. No, I can be good.”
“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?”
I don’t have time to answer, Nolan’s mouth coming down to cover mine. I’m just parting my lips to accept his probing tongue when I feel the rope against my skin for the first time.
It’s softer than I expected, even as it starts to wind around me, pressing into my skin. I shudder when I feel him yank the first knot tight. It feels like the leg he’s working on is disconnected from me, like pieces of my body are starting to float away. Kissing Nolan starts to become difficult, my mouth slow and clumsy.
Things go surprisingly hazy, even after he leaves my mouth to trail his lips and tongue and teeth down my throat and across my chest. It takes me a few seconds to even realize I can see Hunter now. I can see the ropes.
The ties are simple, wrapped like cuffs on each ankle, then looped around the middle of each thigh. They’re a lot like Nolan’s, the first time we tied him up, but thicker and less intricate. I feel like there’s probably a reason for that. My head is too fuzzy to really care enough to figure it out.
Hunter catches me looking at him, a smile pulling at his lips. “Leave him be now, darling. Come here. Let him drift.”
I try to tell him I’m not drifting, but the words don’t want to work. I just let my head tilt a little, temple resting on my shoulder, and smile lazily at the two of them.
There’s a cuff around my wrist now. I don’t remember when it got there. Before I can try to ask, it’s connected to the rope wrapped around the corresponding thigh.
I get the urge to feel the rope. To touch. To tug. I start to lift my free hand, but then there are fingers slotting between mine, holding it down. I look over and blink a few times before realizing that Nolan is there. I smile at him. He laughs softly. So pretty.
He says, “Thanks, babe,” but I have no idea what he’s thanking me for.
“You have to keep that arm down. It’s hurt, remember?” Hunter reminds me.
I blink a few more times. He’s right. That one is hurt. It’s still wrapped up from the bath, plastic wrap reflecting the low lights of the room.
The reminder is a nudge toward reality, my mind speeding up as it shakes off the sluggish fog that had settled over it. I release a shaky breath and turn to find Hunter between my legs, his hands settled on my calves, his thumbs stroking soothing circles.
“That’s nice,” I tell him.
He smiles and nods. “Good. How are you feeling?”
“Weird. Fluffy.” I lick my very dry lips, my cock jerking as it seems to come back online. I remember the right word, then. “Green.”
“Good.” His smile turns wicked. I shiver, the danger of it somehow grounding me while also sending my arousal spiking. I’m suddenly aware of every inch of the world around me. I can hear my panting breaths and feel the rope digging into my skin and see that Hunter has removed his pants. It all has my skin buzzing with anticipation. My cock is rock hard, bobbing helplessly in the air, a single drop of hot precum making its way down the shaft. “One more thing.”
I open my mouth, ready to ask what.
I don’t have to.
I see it for myself when he takes my cock in his hands and starts to maneuver a black cock ring over my cock and balls. It’s the kind that can be tightened once it’s in place. He tightens it. He fucking— oh, god, - he tightens it until it’s squeezing, just shy of too painful to be considered pleasurable. I pant my way through the sensation, feeling a little dizzy.
“Color?” he asks, his hand still on the band in case it needs to be loosened or removed.
I have just enough time to think that I’m going to regret this before admitting, “Green.”
“Good.” He looks down at my cock and spits—fucking spits —on it. He rolls the spit around with his thumb, spreading it over my cockhead until my thighs are shaking. Then he releases it like he’s gotten bored and pats my hip patronizingly. “That’ll help keep you from coming before you’re allowed.”
He’s right, too. I’m the fucking idiot who already told him on my packet that I can’t come with these on. Not when they’re tight.
“Nolan, darling, come here.”
Nolan goes to him immediately, all flushed pink with excitement and joy. I can’t help but curl my left hand into a fist as I watch Hunter give him a slow, loving kiss. It turns filthy quick. Then he’s whispering something in his ear that has Nolan moaning and Nolan turns to face me.
He doesn’t give any warning before he’s leaning down to take my cock in his mouth.
“Slow and steady,” Hunter tells him as he grips Nolan’s hip and guides his ass into the air. He has a lube bottle in one hand. Nolan hums when he drizzles it over his hole. The vibrations are unbearably good against my cock. It only gets better— worse?— when he starts pushing fingers into him. Despite Hunter’s warning, Nolan speeds up and goes harder with every finger added, sucking me like he won’t get cock until he makes me come.
“Make sure you ask permission before you come, kitten,” Hunter tells me with a shit-eating grin. “Do you think you can, with that ring on?”
I try to find my anger, wanting to glare at him. We both know that he knows I won’t be able to. The bastard just wants to hear me say it. But my anger is very far away, along with all the tough-guy bullshit and lies.
So, instead, I say in a watery voice, “I can’t, it’s too tight.”
“ So tight, isn’t it, sweetheart? Hurts, almost, hm?” Something catches in my chest, a sort of gasped-sob type of thing. He nods sympathetically. “Yeah, oh, you poor thing . Well, just in case, you’ll tell me if you get close, won’t you?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just turning his focus on Nolan while still smirking. He grabs Nolan’s hair and pulls his mouth off me without warning. Nolan looks debauched, his lips red, spit dribbling off the bottom one and onto my abandoned cock. I don’t know what I want more, for Hunter to have him leave the poor thing alone or have him suck me again. It’s agony either way.
“Tell him how many fingers you have inside of you, darling,” Hunter growls, his eyes on me as he continues pumping Nolan full.
Nolan shudders. “Th-three, sir.”
That’s more than Hunter usually uses, since Nolan enjoys the burn. I realize why when he reaches for my cock.
He wasn’t prepping Nolan for himself.
He was prepping Nolan for me.
Another whisper into Nolan’s ear, and then his fingers are sliding out of him with a slick sound and Nolan is hovering over me with the head of my cock nestled between his cheeks, kissing his hole. Hunter leaves him then, coming to lie beside me on his side. He situates himself so his head is propped up on his hand, his elbow digging into the mattress over my shoulder. It makes it so my bicep is in the crook of his armpit. He lets his weight settle just enough to make it clear I’m not allowed to move my free arm just because it’s not tied up. I gulp, worried about what he has in store for me.
He hasn’t made me beg. Hasn’t even really made me want to yet.
That’s not good.
“He’s going to sit on your cock,” Hunter whispers in my ear. He moves his hand up the hard plane of my stomach, fingertips dancing around each nipple, before he rests it on my throat. I can feel the pressure of his palm when I swallow. “And you’re going to beg and beg and beg to be able to move inside him, to be able to fuck him, to be able to come. And you know what?”
“W-what?”
“I’m not going to let you.”
A shudder wracks through me at the thought, my mouth already opening to beg. He immediately pushes two fingers onto my tongue, thick and heavy. I whimper around them, forgetting what I even planned to say just a second ago.
Hunter strokes my cock with his other hand, again, and again, and again. Each move is agonizingly slow and nowhere near tight enough.
“Pl’s,” I try to beg around Hunter’s fingers. I realize that I can see him now. I can look, Nolan no longer in the way. Hunter lets me turn my head, moving his fingers with me so they stay in my mouth. I widen my eyes. “Pl’s.”
His only response is to add another finger to my mouth, purposely placing it so it stretches my lips farther than necessary. Drool slides out the corner of my mouth as I feel careful fingers grabbing my cock. I blink hard, my eyes just starting to focus as Nolan lowers himself onto me. It feels catastrophically good, like every nerve ending has been centered on my cock and his hole is now stroking them all at once.
I stare unblinking at Hunter as I try to breathe through the whirlwind of sensations. He looks so entirely unaffected. Fucking bored, almost. It turns me on, and drive me nuts, and makes me want to be a brat and fight him, and makes me want to be a good boy and beg real pretty for him.
I can’t do anything, though. I’m trapped. Bound. Pinned. I’m theirs, all theirs, and they’re going to do whatever they want with me.
“Squeeze around him,” Hunter orders.
Nolan’s hole clenches around me. I groan, eyes rolling back, before I focus my gaze on Hunter again. He’s starting to lose his grip on his demeanor, at least. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his cheeks flushed. He exhales shakily as he works his fingers harder against my tongue.
“Squeeze,” he says again, not taking his eyes off me.
Nolan does, doing the slightest roll of his hips with it too. It doesn’t give me any sort of friction, just presses against a different part of him instead. A part that has him whining.
I groan, my hips already jumping without my permission. Hunter tsks and returns his hand to my throat. “Nolan, press his hips down for me, darling. Remember what I told you.”
Nolan pushes a hand down on each hip, pinning me to the mattress. I could probably buck him off if I wasn’t tied the way I am, but there’s no way to get leverage like this, no way to move. Hunter chuckles low in my ear, probably seeing the realization in my expression.
“Pl’s,” I try to say again. The fingers make it sound stupid and muffled. My cheeks flush with humiliation. With arousal.
“Again,” he tells Nolan.
Nolan obeys.
I choke on the fingers even though they haven’t moved. My cock is throbbing, a brutal ache that demands to be felt whether it’s a good feeling or not. It’s even worse in my balls.
“Hun’er,” I beg, trying to shake my head a little. He stops me by settling his thumb beneath my chin and pressing down on my tongue with his fingers. It pins my head in place. I whimper, more drool spilling out the sides of my mouth. “Hun’er, pl’s.”
He just tilts his head at me, like I’m something to examine. Something to test out. To play with. Because I am, I realize with a pathetic fucking whimper. Here, right now, in this scene, that’s exactly what I am.
“Such a desperate boy,” he coos, somehow managing to look both fond and cruel. He finally drags his fingers out of my mouth and trails them, slick and hot, to my left nipple. I close my eyes when he swirls around the pebbled bud, then choke when he suddenly squeezes it. At the same time, whether planned or not, Nolan clenches around me again. I make an awful sound. Something so damn close to a sob.
I’m not going to fucking last.
This was a mistake. Oh god, this was a really big mistake.
“Oh, sir, please, can I move?” Nolan asks.
Hunter doesn’t even fucking hesitate. “Of course. Make yourself come, darling. Use that big cock of his.”
The sound I make this time is definitely a sob. An absolute, hard, wrecked, desperate sob .
I turn my face more toward Hunter as Nolan starts to ride me. He gives me a sympathetic look I don’t buy for a fucking second. “Poor needy boy,” Hunter says with a tsk.
“P-please.”
He ignores me, looking at Nolan. “Tell me when you’re close, darling.”
“Y-yes, sir.” Nolan speeds up, slamming his hot, tight hole down on me over and over until my cock is excruciatingly throbbing and aching. My balls feel like they’ve gotten fuller, making the band squeezing them hurt worse.
I try to say, “Please,” and, “Oh, god,” and, “Let me move, please, let me move,” but it’s all garbled and worthless, the fingers apparently not mattering anymore, me unable to speak even with my mouth free.
“I’m going to fuck him once he comes on your cock. Once he’s all soft and loose and pliant,” Hunter murmurs. I squeeze my eyes shut, shuddering. Hunter chuckles. “Poor boy. You know what that means, don’t you? Your poor cock is going to be left all alone while I use him.”
A sob builds in my chest, tears welling up in my eyes. Nolan speeds up, making little punched-out sounds, his hands on my hips gripping tight enough to possibly bruise.
“Sir,” he gasps. I know he’s close, can hear it in the edge of his voice, see it in the tremble of his body, feel it in the way his hole starts pulsing rhythmically around me. “Sir, I’m—can I come? Please? I’m close. I’m so close. Oh, please, sir!”
Hunter starts to shift away toward Nolan. I cry out, my free hand flailing toward him even as it sends shooting pain up my arm. Hunter catches my hand and guides it back to the pillow, his eyebrows pulling in tight. “You’re going to hurt yourself. You can’t do that, Maison.”
“Don’t leave me,” I sob. I keep my arm where he put it, trying to show how good I can be. I feel cold. Heavy. Wrong. I think I’m shaking. My next inhale is watery and choked. “ Hunter .”
“Okay. Shh. Okay. I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He lays himself beside me again, this time hooking his arm beneath my head and pulling a little until my face is against his chest. I make awful, needy sounds that I hate myself for. Especially when he says, “Tell me your color, Maison.”
“Green. Green, just—it’s a lot. It’s—I feel—I’m all stretched out, on – on the inside.”
I don’t know if that makes any sense, but he makes a sound as if he understands, his fingers stroking my hair. “Are you sure you’re green?”
“Promise. Just—just don’t leave me alone.”
“Oh, kitten. I’ll never do that.” He dips his fingers back into my mouth, giving them to me like a present. I suck greedily, desperate for the comfort. I hear Nolan ask from what sounds far away, “Sir, is he okay?”
“He’s just fine. A little needy, that’s all. You know all about that, don’t you, darling?”
Nolan shivers. It makes him clench around my cock. I sob against the fingers in my mouth, feeling like I’m going to shake apart at the seams.
I feel Hunter move a little. My vision is blurry because of all my tears, but I manage to figure out that he’s stroking Nolan’s cock with his free hand, pulling needy little sounds out of him as he begins to move on my cock again.
“Go ahead and come, darling. Be a good boy. Come on his cock. Show him how good he makes you feel.”
“Oooh,” Nolan breathes, shuddering and clenching and gasping. “Oh, oh, oh—”
He moans in relief then, his movements stuttering as his cock starts to coat Hunter’s hand and my stomach. His hole is like a fucking vise around my aching cock. It’s exquisite and awful.
All I can do is sob, the tears from before now spilling down the sides of my face. Hunter swipes them away with his lips, hushing me softly, telling me things like, “I’ve got you,” and, “That’s it, Maison,” and, “Such a tough little kitten, aren’t you?”
Nolan pulls off of me, sucking in watery breaths of his own. My cock jerks against the cold air. It feels like it’s floating, like it was just being held so fucking tight and now it’s untethered, wild, free—but not free enough.
“Such good boys,” Hunter murmurs as he moves just enough to get to his knees. “Nolan, give our kitten your cock to suck clean. I’m not going far, alright, boys? I’m not even leaving the bed.”
The reassurance settles warm in my chest before Nolan straddles me. His cock is already softening, wet and warm from his cum and Hunter’s hand. I lick it greedily before managing to pull it in with my tongue and give it a few good sucks.
“Nolan, scoot back down.”
Nolan’s cock slips out of my mouth, hitting my chin and smearing drool everywhere before he drags himself down my body. It’s oddly reminiscent of the first time the three of us fucked. I find myself wondering if he’s going to have him ride my cock a second time or if he’s going to take a turn like he said he would. As awful as my cock feels being in the open air now, I don’t know how long I’d survive with Nolan’s hot hole tight around me again.
Hunter gives me a soft kiss before moving to position himself behind Nolan. I breathe a sigh of relief that my cock will be left alone to calm down, but there’s a part of me that’s thinking this is too easy, that I haven’t had to beg nearly enough. I try not to dwell on the worry. I just enjoy the moment where my cock is aching, but not desperate, as I watch Hunter press his cock into Nolan.
I realize something is different almost immediately.
Hunter just holds still once he’s fully seated inside of him, Nolan’s soft cock dangling just enough where it would likely rub against me if he moved. At first, I think he’s holding still for that reason, refusing me the ability to feel anything at all on my cock.
Then I hear the lube bottle clicking. I’m able to move my head just enough to see his hand disappear behind Nolan. The moment I can’t watch him, I turn my gaze on Nolan’s face instead. His eyes go comically wide just a second later, his breath hitching.
“Ooooooh,” he breathes, his head falling back on Hunter’s shoulder. His cock is starting to fill again already. “Oooh, sir. Sir, sir, sir.”
“That feel good, darling?” Hunter asks. All I can see is the muscle in his arm moving. It’s enough for me to realize what he’s doing.
He has a finger inside of Nolan, alongside his pretty fucking thick cock.
“Full,” Nolan whispers. He seems to be fighting to keep his eyes open. “Sooo full.”
“You took it so easily, though. Maybe you want to be fuller?”
Nolan gasps and I realize another finger must be getting pushed into him.
My mouth is dry.
“Hunter?” I ask, my voice sounding like wheels on gravel. “Can I—I want to see.”
He ignores me completely, that muscle in his arm jumping some more. Nolan starts to rock his hips. His breaths come out short and stuttered, his cheeks flushing. I watch as a bead of sweat slowly rolls down from his temple.
“How about that, darling?” Hunter asks, his voice sounding surprisingly similar to mine.
Nolan whimpers and writhes, but he’s nodding hard, fast. “Good. Great. Green, green—oooooh, sir, sir, what are you—oh!”
Another one?
No fucking way.
No. Fucking. Way.
That’s fucking enough to—to—
Oh no.
Oh, no, no, no.
“Hunter?” I ask, the single word shaky and small.
He looks at me then, his grin wicked, eyes bright.
Oh no…
“Think he can take the both of us, kitten?”
Nolan sobs.
I feel it echo in my chest, bringing out the urge to release some of my own. I swallow almost convulsively. My eyes burn as fresh tears build.
“I asked you a question,” Hunter says, his voice harder now, his eyes narrowed. “Or did you want to sit this one out?”
What an awful fucking decision to make.
An easy one, though, in the end.
“Please,” I beg. “Please let me inside him. Please. Wanna—wanna fill him up with you.”
Nolan sobs again, his whole body shaking. Hunter smirks as he wraps an arm around his chest and holds him close. The goosebumps on Nolan’s skin are prominent enough for me to see them. He has more sweat trickling down his body.
“What if I let you inside but don’t let you come?” Hunter asks, tilting his head like he’s simply curious and not a devious dominant who clearly lives to make us poor, innocent boys miserable.
“Please,” I beg, shaking my head. “Please? Please let me?”
“Let you in? Not come?”
“No! No, no, please, both, please let me both, please? Please, Hunter?”
“We’ll just have to see how it goes. Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”
I gulp. Shiver. My cock is dribbling a steady stream of precum at this point, flushed red and bobbing desperately in the air.
“Yes. Please. Just—please let me inside him. Please. If I can’t come, I—” I squeeze my eyes shut, hating myself for this. But I need to know. I need to know what Nolan feels like with both of us in him. I need to feel Hunter’s cock pressed against mine. I need to see their faces as we all get as close as three human beings can be. “I still want it. Please .”
“What about you, darling? You want to take us both?”
Nolan’s hands come up to grab at the arm wrapped around his chest, nails digging in a little. He looks like he’s struggling to breathe. “I—I want to. But what if—what if you don’t—what if I can’t? You’re so big. You’re both so big and I—it’s been a long ti—” He cuts himself off, eyes going wide, his body shuddering. He drops his chin.
I lock eyes with Hunter. He subtly shakes his head, telling me he’s got this one. “You’re okay, darling. Hey. You’re fine. Been a while, huh? That’s okay. You know what? Can I tell you something?”
Nolan releases a shaky breath before whispering, “Yes, sir.”
“This is going to be so much better . You can take it. I know you can. You want to know why?”
“W-why, sir?”
“Because this time, the two men filling you up are men who love you more than anything. Who care about you. Who are going to spend the rest of their lives loving you and worshipping you and eating so much of your amazing fucking food, even if we get slapped on the hands for stealing bites.”
Nolan laughs, the sound watery but beautiful. He lifts his head to rest it on Hunter’s shoulder, his face turned toward his throat, but his eyes on me.
“Don’t forget all those Christmas decorations,” I add.
Hunter nods. “ So many Christmas decorations. And rewatches of any movie with Bucky Barnes.”
“Oh, wow, that’s love right there,” I tease.
“It’s not like it’s a hardship ,” Nolan says with a roll of his eyes.
“Neither is taking our cocks,” Hunter counters. “Because you’re meant for this, beautiful boy. Meant for us . What’s that art you told me about? The one with the gold in the cracks? Let us fill you up, Nolan. You want that, don’t you?”
Nolan sobs, but it’s different this time. It’s need and desperation, not shame or sadness. “Please. Please, sir, please?”
Hunter chuckles, his eyes finding mine. “Oh, darling, you don’t have to beg. We’re making Maison beg tonight, remember?”
“Yeah, sir,” Nolan says, and he’s suddenly flashing me a mischievous smile that has me worried twice as much as before. “He’s really good at begging.”
Oh, shit .
How the fuck did his almost-meltdown backfire on me?
Hunter shifts and, without an ounce of fucking warning, drizzles lube over my aching cock. I gasp, the simple sensation sending a rush through me that feels dangerously close to an orgasm. My muscles jerk with it as my balls desperately try to unload. Everything goes fuzzy like before, my vision blurring. When it all clears, I find my cock nearly purple, dripping with an excessive amount of lube.
I barely manage to mumble, “ Please ,” before Hunter is guiding my cock to Nolan’s hole and pressing it in for me.
It’s tight.
My god, it’s fucking—it’s so, so— fuck, fuck, fuck—
Nolan starts to shake when Hunter only has half of me in alongside his cock. Hunter stops, his hand squeezing my cock almost painfully tight to keep me from trying to push in deeper by myself. He kisses along Nolan’s shoulder and whispers, “Breathe, just breathe, you can take it, darling. I know you can.”
After a few shaky breaths, Nolan begins to relax and settle. His hole softens around us.
Hunter doesn’t move, just continuing to kiss along his skin, saying things like, “Shh, darling,” and, “Our good boy,” and, “God, we love you so much,” and, “Oh, darling, we’re going to stretch you so good.”
It takes every ounce of self-control not to buck my hips. Every. Fucking. Ounce.
That doesn’t stop me from begging. From saying, “Hunter, please?” and, “Please, please let me,” and, “Isn’t he ready? He’s ready. Please?” and, “Oh, fuck, Hunter, Hunter, please, please?”
He hushes me too. Hushes both of us. He drags his lube-slick fingers along my hip and down to my thigh in a stroke that’s probably meant to be soothing but instead feels like electricity on my skin. He brings the hand back to Nolan’s chest, dragging it the whole way, making Nolan shiver.
“Sir,” Nolan gasps, trying to move his hips. Hunter reached him just fast enough to be able to pin him with the arm across his chest again. He whines. “Sir, please.”
“Shh. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Finally— finally, finally, finally— Hunter starts to guide us again, letting Nolan sink further down onto me. I want to be pouty that all Nolan has to do is say please once and he gets his way. My mind doesn’t have the power though. No fucking way. Not when—not when this— oh, fuck, this is so fucking good .
Hunter doesn’t stop this time until I’m buried to the hilt. Until we both are.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, everything tight and hot and wet. I can feel Nolan’s silky walls shuddering around the front and sides of my cock, can feel the pulse of Hunter’s cock against the underside of it. I can feel every slightest shift in movement. I can feel when Hunter fucking breathes .
For a stretch of seconds, or maybe minutes, or even hours, I’m unable speak. I can’t form the words. I think them in my head, I think please, please, please , but my tongue is heavy and my mind is buzzing and my cock is on another plane of fucking existence.
Then Hunter rocks Nolan up and down on us for the first time, slow, steady, his fingers digging bruises into Nolan’s hips, and the dam breaks.
I beg.
I beg so fucking hard.
As he continues the rocking motion, I say, “Please, please, Hunter, I can’t, I can’t, it’s too much, please.”
As he speeds up, moving his own hips along with Nolan’s, leaving me pinned and useless, my cock zinging with pained pleasure. I cry, “Please! Oh, please, Hunter, I need it, I fucking need—I can’t, I can’t, please, please, please.”
As he murmurs something in Nolan’s ear that has Nolan shuddering around us, clenching, I rasp, “Oh, fuck, fuck, Hunter, I can’t—please. Please, take it off, okay? Take it off? Let me come. Please let me come.”
As Nolan whispers, “Yes, sir,” and then leans the top half of himself over to run his fingers across my left nipple, then my right, each sending a zing through me down to my fucking toes, I look into Hunter’s eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks, and whisper, “Please? Please, please. Hunter.”
He sometimes ignores me, sometimes says things like, “Shh, kitten, you’re okay,” and, “Patience, sweetheart,” and, “You can handle it, can’t you? You’re such a good boy.”
Nolan tells him, “I’m close, oh, sir, I’m close,” and Hunter moves his hand from his chest down, grasping Nolan at the root of his cock in a tight squeeze.
He says, “You can come after I do.”
I shudder, realizing I wasn’t included in that equation. Realizing I might have to endure their orgasms first.
A sob wracks through me.
“Oh fuck,” Hunter growls, pressing his forehead to Nolan’s trap muscle. “The two of you— fuck .”
We’ve been together long enough now. Even if I couldn’t feel his cock starting to pulse against mine, I’d know—he’s about to come.
There’s no way of preparing for it. It’s unbelievably hot, nearly burning hot. His cock jerks against mine. He makes it worse, grinding himself hard into Nolan, grinding himself hard against my cock.
I howl in frustration, shaking my head frantically, Nolan’s cum splattering onto my stomach, his hole fluttering around us.
“Hunter,” I sob. “Nol. Please—need it, need—hurts, Hunter it hurts . Please, need to—take it off, okay? Please? Please take it off. Please—it hurts, it hurts, I need—it hurts.”
There’s a hand on my face, stroking my cheek, and I can hear someone saying, “Deep breaths, just take a deep breath, you’re okay.”
And it’s not as tight now, it’s not painfully squeezing my cock, but it’s still so hot, so hot and wet and still pretty fucking tight, and I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and Nolan starts slowly rolling his hips, shuddering from the overstimulation, and I lose it.
“Such a good boy, kitten. So fucking good for me,” the person—Hunter, it’s Hunter—says low in my ear, his finger continuing to touch my cheek. “Breathe. It’s okay. I’m going to—”
“Please,” I sob. I blink, blink, blink the tears from my eyes until I manage to see him. He’s flushed, sweating, his hair is wild, his eyes the brightest green I’ve ever seen. I make a sound I didn’t know humans could make and whisper, “Sir, please let me come.”
Those green eyes flash, his breath catching.
Then he’s reaching down and for a brutal, awful second the ring is tighter, oh god, it’s tighter, that’s not nice, that’s not nice at all, why would he— and then the ring is gone. Just gone. And Nolan rolls his hips again and the world goes black around the edges and Hunter takes my cheeks between thumb and fingers to make me look at him and says, “Come for me, Maison,” before sealing his lips over mine.
And I come.
And come.
And come.
And everything is safe and good and fuzzy and I never, ever want to be anywhere else but right here.