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

if you’re going

morning, Charlotte.” I ease back the hood of her clit with a thumb, exposing the small hard spike. With a finger, I press into the

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

grins, displaying white teeth against his tan. His gaze fixed on her face for a

How close is she?

Not far off…

harder and her head flings back

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

Is that right?

She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken

I keep rubbing…

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 they climax

Holy crap…

red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good

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

gaze opens on mine.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you like

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

still breathing with her

have been one

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to

“Um, Michael…”

unlocks his arm from his death-grip around her waist and she

Dry mouth?

long did he

a fuckin’ alarm

by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then passes the glass back to Michael, who gulps down the

his legs from the bed. “I’ll go

says

bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her towards me before

respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over

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