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.”

were you looking

Doesn’t matter now if you’re going to do

hood of her clit with a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a finger, I press into the root at that

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his

How close is she?

Not far off…

little harder and

James! Take it easy. You’re making

Is that right?

same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on,

I keep rubbing…

I watch, her wail

Holy crap…

After a good minute, Michael’s eyes open, drift

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

green gaze opens on

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you like

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

still breathing with

have been one

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to sit

“Um, Michael…”

Oh… sorry…” He unlocks his arm from his death-grip around her waist and she rises, licking and sucking

Dry mouth?

did he keep

fuckin’

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

legs from the bed. “I’ll go make

says Charlotte.

tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her towards me before he exits

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

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