Piece Us Together (Monstrous Survivors #3)

11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Maison

I’m even more jittery this time around than I was the first night we did this. I feel off-kilter. Unsteady. I feel like the fucking ground beneath my feet is crumbling and instead of doing something about it, I’m just trusting Hunter to keep it all together. Since when the fuck do I do that? Since when do I let anyone take the weight of the world when I know I could handle it myself? Since when do I trust someone like this?

He’s practically a goddamn stranger.

So why doesn’t he feel like one?

I try to shut off my mind, focusing on what he told me to do instead. I won’t strip completely, but I’ll do the rest. I’m glad Nolan was brave enough to be naked right off the bat, but I don’t want to deal with the questions I know Hunter will have when he sees my scars. Even if he’s polite enough not to ask them, I’ll see them in his eyes. That man says a whole lot with his eyes.

Nolan changes when we enter the room. If he were a cat, I swear his ears would be perked and twitching. It makes me smile, just a little.

While Hunter heads to a dresser in the corner, I take off my jeans and climb onto the bed. I want to ask if he plans on messing around at the edge again. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t entirely pleasant trying to keep myself sitting up the whole time—I’m apparently getting fucking old, especially since military work seems to add at least a decade to your actual age. I decide to settle back against the pillows instead. Hunter said to get comfortable. If he wants me to move later, he’ll tell me.

“What are your safewords, Nolan?” Hunter asks.

I snap my focus over to where he’s still fiddling inside the top drawer of the dresser. Nolan answers. “Green, yellow, and red, sir.”

“Good boy.” He turns away from the dresser then, his left pants pocket bulging with something I can’t make out, a small bottle of lube in his left hand and a set of nipple clamps in his right. He tosses the items in his hands on the bed and settles in front of Nolan, hand going in his hair, fingers gently carding through it.

I wonder what that feels like. Nolan’s done it once or twice when I was upset, but this isn’t like that. This is Hunter’s big hand, steadying, caring, promising things. Nolan shivers as all the tension seems to seep right out of him. What would that be like?

“Have you ever had multiple orgasms, darling?”

“In a row, sir?”

“Yes. I’m not talking about going a second round with your partner and coming twice. I mean orgasming again and again and again.” His fist tightens in Nolan’s hair suddenly, using the grip to tilt his head back. His other hand comes up to trace along Nolan’s face as he continues. “I mean orgasming until you’ve got nothing left. Until you’re coming dry.”

Nolan and I shiver at the same time.

“No, sir.”

“Were you aware that was what I was referring to on the packet you filled out?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Would you like to change your limits?”

“No!” Nolan says quickly, trying to move forward before Hunter tightens his hold and yanks him back again. “Sir, please, I want to try it. I want to try it, please.”

Hunter just stares at him, his gaze calculating. Then he turns that gaze on me. I feel it like a physical touch. A physical touch in places I don’t want him fucking touching. “Maison?”

“What?” I ask with a little more bite than intended.

He just smirks. “Is it okay if I make him have multiple orgasms?”

I swallow hard. I’ve watched porn like that. It’s…intense. But it shouldn’t trigger anything in me. Nothing I’m aware of, at least. “It’s okay.”

“What are your safewords?”

I glare at him, to make myself feel better. “Green, yellow, and red.”

“You’ll use them?”

My glare intensifies as it becomes more genuine. “Obviously.”

“Good boy.”

I shift on the bed, my stomach swooping right out of me. We hold gazes. I have a feeling my expression says you’re pretty close to getting your teeth knocked in, buddy, don’t push it. His expression says trust me, trust me, trust me.

My chest quakes as I exhale.

Trust him.

I’ll try.

He grins like he knows.

I breathe through the headrush of the moment. It doesn’t mean anything. For it to mean anything, Hunter would have to mean something to me. His praise would have to mean something. That’s not the case. I’m just excited to get started. Excited to watch Nolan get what he needs. That’s all this feeling is. Nothing more.

Nothing fucking more.

He stares at me a moment longer before turning his focus back to Nolan, as he should. His grin widens. “Then all you have to focus on tonight is your pleasure. Just obey me and come. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He lifts his other hand, dragging his thumb along Nolan’s cheek before swiping across his bottom lip, tugging a little until Nolan’s mouth is softly open. Hunter’s eyes lift to mine again. “You want to fuck him first or second?”

“I—” My mind is completely blank. I can’t look away from him. I can’t think.

If he goes first, I’ll feel his cum inside of my boyfriend’s hole. If I go first, Hunter will be fucking him using my cum as lube.

Fucking hell.

“Would you like me to decide?” Hunter asks. It could be condescending, considering how often I like to remind him he’s not in charge of me. It’s not, though. Just a soft question. An offer.

“You’re his dom,” I say, deciding that’s safe enough. “You can decide. He’s yours, during this.”

Hunter’s eyes narrow a little, not out of anger, but more like he’s trying to figure something out. I don’t want to be figured out. I look away before he can get anywhere with it.

“Alright. Nolan, go ahead and lie down, your legs on either side of Maison. Facing him and facing up.”

Nolan listens immediately, giving me a giddy smile as he settles in. Hunter watches until Nolan is in place before climbing onto the mattress with a smile of his own. His is dangerous. Predatory.

Something in me shouts run, you fucking idiot.

Then his eyes meet mine.

Trust me.

I breathe.

I trust him.

“You’re going to open his needy hole for us,” Hunter tells me matter-of-factly, his hands moving along Nolan’s shoulders even as his eyes remain locked with mine. “Do it how he likes. Do it well enough to make him come on just your fingers.”

I swallow hard, but my voice still sounds like gravel when I say, “Okay.”

He tosses me the bottle of lube before grabbing the nipple clamps and putting their chain around his neck so they’re just hanging on each side of it. I tear my gaze away from him, settling it on Nolan. Goddamn, he’s beautiful.

I grab his hips and yank him closer to me, smirking at the little gasp he releases at the move. His hair is a wild mess on the blankets, his eyes wide and excited, his cheeks already flushed. I see Hunter’s hand move across his chest in my peripheral vision. Goosebumps quickly erupt beneath my fingers.

“You like that, baby?” I ask as I settle his legs exactly how I want and grab the lube. “Like him touching you?”

“Yeah,” he admits in a shaky, breathy little voice. “Can’t believe I—I have both of you.”

I hum in agreement, soaking two of my fingers in lube as I do. He tilts his hips when I bring them to his hole. I chuckle, just tracing around his opening to make him wait an extra few seconds. He whines and tilts his hips further.

“Don’t tease him, Maison,” Hunter chides. I glance up to find his fingers on each of Nolan’s nipples. He already has them flushed dark pink as Nolan’s chest heaves with his breaths. “Give him what he wants so we can take what we want from him.”

Yes, sir, I think sarcastically.

Only sarcastically.

I give Nolan my fingers without warning, the two stretching him enough to burn just the way he likes. His breath leaves him in a gasp. I start to work inside of him, avoiding his prostate not to tease him but because I know he doesn’t find straight prostate play pleasurable unless he’s been warmed up a bit. At the same time, I start nudging my thumb beneath his balls. Just little prods that have his thigh muscles jumping in anticipation.

Seeing Hunter remove the clamps from his neck, I get ready to give Nolan what he needs. He opens a clamp as a finger and thumb work Nolan’s left nipple into a pebble. Just as he pulls it away from his chest enough to clamp it, I crook my fingers and add pressure with my thumb. It all hits him at once, Nolan’s back arching as he moans. He makes a pretty little picture, all flushed and shivery, the goosebumps returning as Hunter teases his free nipple, getting it ready for the other clamp, his hole fluttering around my fingers.

My mouth goes dry just watching him. I’ve been so focused on Hunter lately—on making sure he doesn’t hurt Nolan, on trying to anticipate his moves, on fighting whatever the fuck he’s doing to my head—that I haven’t given Nolan the attention he deserves. Sure, when we’re alone at the house I give him my all, but he’s different here. He’s… more , here. Like he’s fully himself. Like I’m finally seeing Nolan , the real Nolan, the happiest Nolan, for the first time.

He’s fucking beautiful like this.

Fucking beautiful for the two of us.

I glance up at Hunter. His focus is on Nolan too, adding the second clamp to his chest. He hushes him with a cruel smirk as Nolan shivers and whines. Then he looks up at me, that smirk still in place, and for just a second I think, he’s fucking beautiful too.

I quickly look away.

Nolan’s cock is bobbing helplessly against his pelvis, already flushed and close to spilling. He’s damn good at controlling his orgasms, but I also know he can go off with a hair trigger if he allows himself to. The man has years of orgasms built up inside of him, just begging to be let out.

I wonder how many we’ll wring out of him tonight before Hunter calls it quits.

“He likes this spot here,” I decide to divulge, meeting Hunter’s eyes just long enough to catch their attention before looking down at where my free hand is settled on his hip. I circle the little stretch of skin between his hip bone and pelvis. He jolts like he always does the first few times I touch him there. I shoot Hunter a smirk. “I never tried it, but I think giving this spot enough attention could make him go off without any other stimulation.”

Hunter smirks back. “I’ll add that to the list.”

Something warms inside of me at the thought of that—me and him working Nolan over using one of my own ideas.

“Look at that,” Hunter murmurs, eyes on Nolan’s cock. “You’ve got the poor thing leaking already.”

He reaches down to catch the precum dripping from Nolan’s slit, swiping along the skin below to collect what’s fallen there as well. Nolan shivers at the touch, then moans when Hunter brings the fingers to Nolan’s mouth and orders, “Clean your mess, darling.”

I feel hot inside. I tear my eyes away, forcing myself to breathe.

“Let’s see it, Maison,” Hunter tells me as Nolan sucks enthusiastically at his fingers. “Give him his first one.”

Knowing he means I should hurry up, I pull out my fingers, ignoring Nolan’s whine that’s muffled by Hunter’s fingers. I adjust until I have more room, bringing Nolan with me. Hunter follows without complaint, his eyes heavy as he watches me work. I slide my fingers back into Nolan, hearing his soft, “Oooh,” now that his mouth is free.

The “ oooh ” he releases when I take his cock into my mouth is much louder. I shift when his hips jerk upward, grabbing one and pinning him against the mattress a little harder than I usually would.

I don’t tease. I suck him like I’ve been starving for it, my fingers honed in on his prostate at the same time. I see flashes of metal chain as Hunter pulls at the clamps.

“I—oh—sir, I’m—”

“Go ahead, darling,” Hunter murmurs, the chain moving again. I press my tongue right under Nolan’s head, pulling a shout from him.

His cum floods my mouth without warning, but I manage to swallow all of it before pulling off and licking him clean. My fingers remain buried inside of him as I wait for our next instructions. My boy doesn’t like to be empty after an orgasm.

I look up to find Hunter staring at me with his lips parted for a heaving breath. His cheeks aren’t quite flushed, but as close as they can get without being so.

“What?” I ask a little defensively, not liking how hot I suddenly feel again with that gaze fixed on me.

“Kiss him,” he orders, his voice hoarse. “Nolan, lick his mouth clean.”

Nolan and I groan together before I lean up and over, pressing my mouth to his. He darts his tongue across my lips. I open for him, pressing my covered cock against his stomach as he licks into my mouth, cleaning me just like he was told. The whole time, he’s making these soft little whimpering sounds, his body squirming beneath me.

I pull off for air, lifting my head as I do.

Hunter is there.

Hunter is…close. Very close. I feel the warmth of his breath against my slick lips. I can see the flecks of gold in his eyes. If I tilted my head to the left just enough, our noses would bump.

He smells warm and spicy. A cologne, probably. It matches him so fucking well. Matches the heat he always manages to shoot through me with nothing more than a look or a few pointed words. I feel that heat now, even as a shiver runs through me.

Hunter’s gaze falls to my lips, his next exhale shaky.

I jerk back, nearly falling off Nolan in my haste. I keep my eyes locked on Nolan as I fight to suck in air. My face is burning.

Everything is burning.

“Fuck him, Maison.”

Grateful for the distraction, I grab the lube again and coat my cock in it. I’m about to press my fingers back inside of him when Hunter says, “Don’t. He can take your cock as is.”

I stare at my fingers, breathing heavily. He can. I’m sure he can. He’d probably love to be split open with not enough prep.

But god, I hate hurting him.

“Do you like it better when he’s stretched out? When he’s wet?”

Hunter is looking right at me, his expression soft and open as he waits for the answer. Trust me.

“Yes. I—I don’t want to hurt him, even if he likes it.”

“Then I’ll work him open for you first. Stretch him out on my cock. Soak his hole in cum. Then you can fuck him how you like.”

How he says all of that with such a calm expression, I have no fucking idea. I feel like a flustered idiot, my face overheating. I tuck my chin like I can somehow hide from him if I’m not looking at him. “Okay.”

He leans down, manhandling Nolan in a clumsy moment of arms and limbs before settling him with his head between my thighs, his ass presented to Hunter instead. He’s been turned around, on his hands and knees now. Hunter says, “Hands on his shoulders, darling,” and Nolan rises higher, using my shoulders to brace himself before Hunter settles behind him.

Despite Nolan being right in front of me, I can’t help but look at Hunter. He looks right back, hazel eyes warm and kind and full of joy. My gaze falls to his cock in his hand. I got glimpses last time when Nolan sucked him off, but this is up close. Close enough to see how many inches protrude out of the hand he has wrapped around the base. Close enough to see the exact shade of pink the head is. Close enough to see a pearl of precum clinging to his slit.

My mouth is suddenly very, very dry.

When I look back up, the look in his eyes has shifted, now filled with white-hot lust and unbridled need.

He never looks away from me as he presses into my boyfriend, letting me watch as pleasure pours over him. His eyelashes flutter, only managing half-lidded blinks. His mouth parts in an exhale, then a moan. There’s a cord on his neck that sticks out when he tilts his head back in ecstasy.

I’m ripped from the view when Nolan nearly falls into me. I catch him, smirking as I realize he’s all loose-limbed and trembling.

“Feel good, baby?” I ask as I settle him back into position with a little more support from me this time.

“Y—oooh. Yeah, Mais. He’s— oh , fuck .”

“You took him so well, didn’t you?” I wrap my hand around his cock, skimming my thumb over his leaking slit. He shudders and whines. “Needy boy. Good thing you’ve got his big cock to stretch you just how you like, hm?”

He blinks at me, looking worried for a moment, but he answers honestly. “Y-yeah.”

“He’s going to fill you up, Nol.” I move forward so the crooks of his elbows are on my shoulders. He leans in for a kiss, one I give to him without hesitation. It’s slow and a little dirty. Hunter must be starting to move because Nolan’s breaths begin to hitch, little noises falling from his lips for me to catch with my own. Every thrust has him rocking in my arms. I pull back, taking in the sight of him impaled on Hunter’s cock, his lips a little red and slick, his pupils nearly blown. “He’s going to fill you up and then I’m going to use it to fuck you.”

“ Oooohhh .”

“You’re going to be fucking soaked by the time we’re both done, baby.”

“Oh, fuck, Mais—”

I keep watching pleasure spark across Nolan’s face as I direct my next words to Hunter. “If you wrap your hands a little toward the front, you’ll hit that spot by his hip.”

There’s just enough time for Nolan to gasp before Hunter is following the advice. I know the moment his finger presses on the sensitive spot, Nolan’s pupils blowing wide, a pretty, broken sound falling from his lips.

I blindly reach for his cock again, wrapping my hand tightly around it when I make contact. He leans harder against me and whines.

“You gonna come again, baby?”

“Y-yeah.” He shudders, his hands scrambling behind me before finally settling in my hair and holding on for dear life. Hunter is fucking him hard now, jolting him into me with every thrust. I feel something rhythmically hitting my chest. When I look down, I realize it’s the chain of his clamps swinging with each movement.

Curiosity wins over my anxiety as I find myself reaching down to hook a finger beneath the chain. I look up, wanting to see his face, and tug at the same time Hunter fucks forward.

The next second, my hand on his cock is being covered in hot cum. It’s less than before. Just two small spurts. I stroke him through it, using the cum as lube. He has a dopey grin on his face.

Then the grin fades and he starts to squirm.

“Mais.” He tries to pull away, but Hunter is holding him in place, the man having slowed down to just grind his cock into him while he climaxed. “Mais, too much.”

I look over his head at Hunter. The man looks wildly attractive, a dichotomy of control and lust with his flushed face and messy hair and calm expression and heated gaze. “I’m assuming you want more than two from him?”

Hunter chuckles, adjusting his grip on Nolan and starting to move properly again. “Oh, many more than two.”

Nolan whines so pretty, writhing against Hunter’s cock and my hand. I can feel his cock trying to soften. My fingers don’t let it.

Turns out overwhelming him with pleasure is a form of pain I’m very much into.

He is in so much trouble now.

“Oh god,” Nolan whispers, his eyes falling closed as his cock fully hardens for me again. “Oh god, oh no, no, no…”

“We haven’t even gone off once and you’re already working on number three, darling?” Hunter playfully tsks. “Needy boy.”

“ Sir… ” He falls into me, his clamps digging against my chest, his face tucked against my neck. His legs and ass are still out, but they only stretch so far. It brings Hunter closer to us. Close enough to get a pretty nice view of him fucking into my boyfriend. I start stroking Nolan’s cock at the same pace, bringing my other hand up to cradle the back of his head. He shudders. “ Mais… ”

“Come on, now. You’re not even working for it.” I run my hand through Nolan’s hair, comforting him despite my words. “Fuck yourself back on him, baby. Make him feel good.”

Hunter moans, his head falling forward to touch his chin to his chest as he tightens his grip on Nolan’s hips and picks up the pace. There are white circles growing beneath his fingers. The smack of their skin is harsh in the small room. Nolan tries, the beautiful good boy that he is. He tries so hard to rock back into Hunter’s thrusts, but he’s exhausted and uncoordinated, and every few thrusts he tries squirming away from us before remembering he’s pinned.

It’s fucking pathetic. Fucking beautiful .

I think I might come untouched in my damn underwear pretty soon.

“Fuck,” Hunter grunts, his movements turning slightly frantic. “Fuck, the two of you—”

“He’s going to fill you up, Nol,” I murmur just loud enough for Hunter to hear. Nolan shudders, his fingers scrabbling at my back, clinging to my shirt. Hunter lifts his head to watch us, pupils dilated, his lips slick and parted as he sucks in air. He looks undone . I look right at him as I tell Nolan, “Oh, baby, you’re gonna make your sir come. You’ve done so well.”

“So.” Hunter thrusts into him nice and hard. “Fucking.” Thrusts again. “Well.” Thrusts one more time, then holds there, eyes falling closed as he clearly spills into Nolan’s hole.

Nolan sobs into my neck, fingers digging painfully into my thankfully-healed back, his body trembling in my arms. A soft rush of cum lands on my stomach, barely enough to notice.

“Fucking hell,” Hunter breathes before wrapping an arm around Nolan and pulling him away from me, pressing Nolan’s back against his chest so he can lick the sweat from his neck. My hand falls away from his cock when it moves out of reach. Hunter wraps a hand around Nolan’s throat, white knuckles showing how tightly he’s holding him. Nolan’s eyes widen, his body shivering. His cock twitches untouched in the air, his cum still dribbling out of the slit.

Hunter ignores the soft sounds he makes. Ignores the way his hands come to tug at Hunter’s forearm. He just looks at me, still perfectly in control despite the fucked-out presence about him, and calmly says, “I want him to come once more before you start fucking him. You can blow him like this, or I can sit him on your cock and suck him off while he keeps you warm.”

“My cock,” I say in a slightly desperate groan, already grabbing the waistband of my underwear to peel it off. “Need it. Gonna fucking die in these.”

His lips curl in a half-smile that’s too sexy to look at for longer than a second. I toss the underwear to the side and settle back against the pillows again, reaching a hand out. Hunter and I work together without needing to discuss it, Hunter pushing him forward, both of us turning him, and me pulling him back. It’s so damn seamless that I have his hot, wet hole sliding onto my cock only seconds after leaving Hunter’s.

The keen that falls from Nolan’s lips is the neediest, most beautiful sound I think I’ve ever heard.

“Put your arms up, hands behind Maison’s neck,” Hunter orders, his voice raspy now. Low. He touches Nolan’s elbows to nudge them in the direction he wants. I chuckle when Nolan struggles with it, the man I love too fucked-out to get his limbs to cooperate. “Keep those there, darling. No touching while sir sucks your cock.”

“Oooooooh.” Nolan shivers and trembles and writhes, his poor cock flushed a dark red, his skin covered in goosebumps.

He’s not even being touched yet.

God, he’s going to be so fucked-out by the time I get my turn with him.

Three things register in rapid succession as Hunter lowers his mouth onto Nolan’s cock:

My cock is currently soaked in Hunter’s cum.

Hunter’s big hands are using my naked hips to brace himself.

Hunter’s mouth is dangerously close to my cock.

Nolan whines as my cock twitches inside of him, his hips trying to move upward before I grab them to hold him still. Hunter’s eyes flick up to look at me in thanks, his lips somehow smirking around Nolan’s cock. He winks at me. Fucking… winks . Then goes back to sucking the life out of my boyfriend.

“Mais,” Nolan cries, his head shaking back and forth in near-panic.

“You’ve got a safeword,” I say, half for him, half for myself. I trust Hunter— god help me, I really think I do —and I trust Nolan, but it still feels good to remind the three of us that there’s a way to stop this if anyone needs to.

Hunter must agree because he pulls off Nolan’s cock with a lude pop and asks, “What’s your color, darling?”

Nolan just whines some more.

Hunter’s eyes narrow. “If you don’t want to spend all night attached to a vibrator while we sleep, you’re going to tell me your color right now.”

“Green!” Nolan shouts. “Green, sir. Green. I—ooooh—” Whatever else he wanted to say is cut off when Hunter takes his cock back in his mouth.

I keep one hand on his hip and bring the other to the chain of his clamps. I need this to move along so I can fuck him before my cock falls off from dismay. My eyes catch Hunter’s again. “Can I?”

He nods.

I’ve never had clamps on me, but I’ve seen them in porn. I also have basic medical logic from my training. I know it’s going to hurt when they come off.

I lift a hand to each clamp, not wanting to risk hurting him by simply yanking the chain. Hunter immediately takes over holding Nolan’s hips down. It’s a good idea, considering the moment I take the clamps off Nolan bucks wildly in my lap. Or, he tries to. Hunter’s keeping him locked down on my cock pretty damn well.

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 just be . 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.