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 looking

matter now if

a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a finger, I press into the root at that spot she

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

teeth against his tan. His gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his eyes drop

How close is she?

Not far off…

in a little harder, rub a little harder

lurches. “Christ, James! Take it easy. You’re making

Is that right?

She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off

I keep rubbing…

forward onto his hands, hips juddering against hers. My shaft quivering as I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her to himself, burrowing into

Holy crap…

entwined, both red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good minute, Michael’s eyes open, drift

kisses into her neck. “I believe,” he says, “that your Master

gaze

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you like

about right, but take your

breathing with her mouth

been

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to sit

“Um, Michael…”

from his death-grip around her

Dry mouth?

did he keep

fuckin’ alarm next

She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then passes the glass back to Michael, who gulps down the

he says, swinging his legs from the bed. “I’ll go make

have tea, please,” says Charlotte. “I’m a bit

then tugging on a bathrobe, winks

she hooks a finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it back to where my shaft

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