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

vibe. Doesn’t matter now if you’re

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

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

face for a moment, then his eyes drop as

How close is she?

Not far off…

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

it

Is that right?

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

I keep rubbing…

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…

and sweating. After a good

her neck. “I believe,” he says, “that your

green gaze opens

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you

Michael had it about right, but take your

still breathing with her mouth

have been

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

to

“Um, Michael…”

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

Dry mouth?

long did he keep

set a fuckin’ alarm

up, pour water from the jug by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at it, swishing it around her mouth then passes the glass back to Michael, who

his legs from the bed. “I’ll go

have tea, please,” says Charlotte.

then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her towards

raised in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of

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