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

Doesn’t matter now if you’re going

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

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

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

How close is she?

Not far off…

rub a little harder and her head flings back in a wide-mouthed

it easy.

Is that right?

rub again at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m trying

I keep rubbing…

he pitches 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 her as

Holy crap…

both red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good minute,

“that your

hazy green gaze

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you like

it about right, but

breathing with her

been

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to sit

“Um, Michael…”

from his death-grip around her waist and she rises,

Dry mouth?

long did he keep her

a fuckin’ alarm

water from the jug by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it

you what,” he says, swinging his legs

says Charlotte.

stoops, kisses her, then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her towards me before

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

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