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

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

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

gaze fixed on her face for a

How close is she?

Not far off…

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

James! Take it

Is that right?

She sings. He grunts. “Come

I keep rubbing…

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…

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

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

gaze opens on mine.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you like

“I think Michael had it about right,

breathing with her

been

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to sit

“Um, Michael…”

Oh… sorry…” He unlocks his arm from his death-grip around her waist

Dry mouth?

he keep her

a fuckin’

bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then passes the glass back to

what,” he says, swinging his legs from the

says Charlotte. “I’m

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

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

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