James

Drifting in comfortable coziness, something penetrates my awareness….

Charlotte’s voice…

No… Charlotte’s groans…

I lie, unmoving, just listening.

It’s not just a groan; almost a gurgle, it’s throaty, deep…. Utterly delicious….

Jeez, what a way to wake…

… Sheer fucking catnip.

Michael’s voice; “That good?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

And my erection rises like a rooster ready to crow the dawn…

Is that why they call them cocks?

Peeling my lids open, Charlotte’s face is close to mine, lips peeled back over her teeth, her eyes squeezed closed in a grimace might be taken for pain…

… but we all know better than that…

Michael is distracted, trying to find something in a side drawer…

Oil? Vibe?

Help things along…

Moving gradually so as not to alert her, slipping down and in, I target her bud. Hot juices spilling over my skin, I rub circles thumb and forefinger over her hooded clit. She yells, bucks and her eyes fly open.

His eyes creasing, Michael says, “You joining us?”

“In a while. Don't let me interrupt you.”

“As if I would.”

you

if you’re going to do

hear it. Good morning, Charlotte.” I ease back the hood of her clit with a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a finger, I press

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

her face for a moment, then his

How close is she?

Not far off…

harder, rub a little harder and her head flings back in

it easy.

Is that right?

sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m trying

I keep rubbing…

as I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her to

Holy crap…

heaving and sweating. After a

says, “that

gaze opens

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you

think Michael had it about right, but take your time. Catch your

breathing with her

have been one helluva

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to

“Um, Michael…”

death-grip around her waist and she rises, licking and sucking at her

Dry mouth?

he

set a fuckin’

sit up, pour water from the jug by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then passes the glass back to Michael, who gulps down the

his legs from

says Charlotte. “I’m a

kisses her, then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her

raised in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it

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