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

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

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

His gaze fixed on her face

How close is she?

Not far off…

a little harder and her head

Take it easy. You’re

Is that right?

rub again at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m trying not

I keep rubbing…

fuck it!” 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 as

Holy crap…

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

“that your Master would like your mouth around his

hazy green gaze opens on mine.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you

“I think Michael had it about right, but take

with her

been one helluva

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to

“Um, Michael…”

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

Dry mouth?

he keep

fuckin’ alarm next

it to her. She sips at it,

says, swinging his legs from the bed.

says Charlotte. “I’m a bit

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

Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge

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