Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

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.”
“What were you looking for?”
“Finger vibe. Doesn’t matter now if you’re going to do that.”
“Pleased to hear it. Good 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 root at that spot she has where...
“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh...”
Michael grins, displaying white teeth against his tan. His gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his eyes drop as he watches
himself soft-fucking her.
How close is she?
Not far off...
I press in a little harder, rub a little harder and her head flings back in a wide-mouthed wail.
Michael lurches. “Christ, James! Take it easy. You’re making her clench...”
Is that right?
I rub again at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m trying not to...”
I keep rubbing...
“Ah, 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 they climax together.
Holy crap...
They lie entwined, both red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good minute, Michael’s eyes open, drift mine.
He kisses into her neck. “I believe,” he says, “that your Master would like your mouth around his cock.”

A hazy green gaze opens on mine. “Master?”
“Yes, Charlotte?”
“Where would you like me?”
My groin pulses. “I think Michael had it about right, but take your time. Catch your breath.”
She’s still breathing with her mouth open...
Must have been one helluva ride...
Wonder what I missed...?
She sits upright...
She tries to sit upright...
“Um, Michael...”
“What? Oh... sorry...” He unlocks his arm from his death-grip around her waist and she rises, licking and sucking at her lips.
Dry mouth?
How long did he keep her going?
I’ll set a fuckin’ alarm next time...
I sit 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 gulps down the lot.
“Tell you what,” he says, swinging his legs from the bed. “I’ll go make coffee.”
“Can I have tea, please,” says Charlotte. “I’m a bit dry.”
“Course you can.” He stoops, kisses her, then tugging on a bathrobe, winks at her, nodding her towards me before he exits the
room.

She looks down to where the sheets are raised in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of the
sheet, pulling it back to where my shaft is making an equally respectable tent pole.
Her gaze shifts to mine. I suck in my cheeks and eye-point her back down the bed.
She reaches out; a thumb and forefinger poised. The slit is seeping a little, and she dips the pad of finger and thumb in it,
rubbing circles, slipping and sliding over the tight hot skin of my cock-head.
The sensation is faint, delicate and quite dazzling. With the lightest of touches, she smooths over me, lubricated with my own
pre-cum, working magic on every nerve I have. The touch is so soft, so fragile but... unbearable. It sends shooting stars through
my groin and... abruptly... down my leg....
“Christ!” My leg kicks reflexively and Charlotte jerks back, alarm on her face. “Did I hurt you, Master?”
“No.” Gasping, I lay a hand on her forearm. “No, you didn’t. It was just too much. I couldn’t stand it. Let’s move to something a
little less subtle, shall we.”
Mischief skips over her face. “As you say, Master.” And with that, mouth wide, she engulfs me. One hand squirms between my
thighs, kneading my balls. The other rings around the base of my cock. And her mouth takes me in.
It feels completely different; just as exquisitely intense but this time, I can handle it...
Just...
Oh, God...
Her warm wet mouth fastened on me, sucking for all she’s worth, she breaks for air only to draw her tongue along my length.
She’s rolling my balls in one hand, first one, then the other, then back again. The other hand is pumping at the base of my
erection.
If my eyeballs roll any further, I’ll be looking under the bed.
It’s fast, skilled, completely unsubtle and quite explosive.
With a yell, I lurch, flop back and shoot. Her mouth envelops me further, still sucking as I pulse another load and another...
“Stop, Charlotte. For fuck’s sake stop.”

She sits up, laughing and wiping a little cum from the corner of her mouth. “You didn’t have to shout, Master. All you had to do
was safe-word.”
The door opens: Michael carrying a tray. He halts, looking between us. “I was less than five minutes. What the fuck did you do to
him, Charlotte?”
“I had him,” she chuckles. “He’s a spent force.”
“Don’t fucking count on it,” I growl.
Michel looks at her askance for this unlikely story, puts down the tray and opens the curtains. The rain is coming in sideways,
lashing against the panes.
“The weather’s filthy. How about we call this a morning of rest and watch old movies in bed?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Great idea.”
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