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

matter now if you’re going

of her clit with a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

face for a moment, then

How close is she?

Not far off…

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

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

Is that right?

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

I keep rubbing…

And 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

Holy crap…

and sweating. After a good minute, Michael’s eyes open, drift

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

green gaze opens

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you

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

with

been one helluva

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to

“Um, Michael…”

around her

Dry mouth?

long did he keep

set a fuckin’ alarm next

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

swinging his legs from the bed.

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

bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her

she hooks a finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it back

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