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

if you’re going

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

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

face for a

How close is she?

Not far off…

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

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

Is that right?

again at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come

I keep rubbing…

her wail

Holy crap…

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

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

hazy green gaze opens on mine.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

you

think Michael had it about right, but take your

still breathing with her

been one

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to

“Um, Michael…”

He unlocks his arm from his death-grip around her waist and she rises, licking and sucking at her

Dry mouth?

long did he keep her

a fuckin’ alarm next

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

says, swinging his legs from the bed. “I’ll go make

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

stoops, kisses her, then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her,

she hooks a finger over the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255