Axes & O’s

14. Fox

Chapter 14

Fox

Morgan doesn’t give Nathan time to rethink his decision. My wife leans forward and captures Nathan’s lips in hers as if she’s done it a million times before. My shoulders relax, and my legs fall open wider as I watch.

In the years that Morgan and I have played with others, our interactions and the way we approach them has varied. Our last partner was the one to approach us; he was already familiar with our kind of lifestyle. Nathan is a unique situation, and he’s skittish. Which I can understand—or at least I’m trying to.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had to let Morgan lead and allow things to happen. I also know what Nathan was going to say—he’s not into men. But his hesitancy in saying it and all the times he’s looked at me with more than just curiosity in his eyes says otherwise.

I’m not going to force anything on him or make assumptions, though. I would’ve never wanted that placed on me when I was figuring out who and what I liked. I’m just going to do my best to see where the night leads—and there’s plenty I can do to my wife that doesn’t involve touching Nathan.

“Fuck,” he groans.

My gaze focuses solely on him.

Nathan’s head drops back, and his eyes are now closed. Morgan’s fingers are in his tousled brown locks, tugging at the root as her lips explore the light shadow of stubble on his neck. When she sucks his pulse point, I notice the way his dick bobs under his towel. My own cock stirs, and I deny the touch my body wants.

Nathan needs to feel safe and comfortable, and while I’m good with jerking off to the show that’s about to be put on for me, I don’t know if Nathan is. If this goes further, we’ll all have to discuss boundaries. The last thing we need is for him to panic again and try to run out into the snow.

“How does this feel?” Morgan asks before sucking his neck harder, to the point I’m sure she’s going to leave a nice strawberry on his skin.

His earthy brown eyes open, remaining hooded as his chest heaves with short breaths. “Good,” he says, his usual baritone voice deeper.

“Do you have limits on where I can touch and what I can do?” she asks between sucks, her fingers tugging on his hair just a little harder.

Nathan’s fists are clenched at his sides, and then he stretches them open, his fingers clearly itching to touch Morgan. I open my mouth to command him to do it, to put those long digits of his to good use, but I bite my tongue. I tell myself I’ll get to play later, that I’ll get to test how far this man is willing to go for me and my wife. How far he’s willing to go for himself.

He opens his downturned lips. But before he answers, his head turns to me, and our eyes lock like they have several times since he arrived here and opened them after coming back to the world. This time, they look different—while still unsure, they’re determined. Braver. But there’s also a question in them: He’s asking permission.

It’s sweet he thinks I’d be letting him do this if he didn’t have permission. The thought makes me want to laugh. But his action gives me a layer of respect for him that I didn’t have before. I soften my hard gaze and nod.

Nathan swallows, the knot in his throat bobbing, before his blown-out pupils turn to Morgan’s. “No limits. ”

This time, I do have to bite my inner cheek to keep my laughter away—because this man has limits. He just doesn’t know what they are or how to speak them yet. But by the end of our time snowed in together, he will.

My beautiful lamb scoots closer to him and nips at his diamond-shaped jaw, which is covered in stubble from not having shaved today.

“That’s a dangerous thing to say to me.” She says it so quietly I almost don’t hear it, and my lip twitches until I’m almost smirking.

“How so?”

Morgan removes her hands from his hair, and I hear him grunt softly at the loss. She leans back, and before he can ask her what she’s doing, she undoes the already falling knot of her towel, and the white fabric pools around her ample waist.

Nathan’s breath catches in his chest, and his focus drops to her heavy breasts and tight pierced nipples. He licks his lips, eyes almost closed as he takes in her breathtaking form. I know what’s going through his mind—because the same thoughts go through my mind every time I see my wife, no matter how many years we’re together. She’s stunning, round and soft in all the places I like. Her skin is dimpled and marked in ink, telling the story of her life and everything that matters to her.

“Well, Nathan. I like a lot of things—things I don’t think you’re ready for.” She reaches for one of his hands, and he willingly gives it to her, then she places it over one of her tits and squeezes it so they’re playing with her soft flesh together.

Nathan’s eyes study the picture they make, his pale skin covered by her hand with only five small tattoos inking it. I see the moment he reads the letters Y O U R S on the knuckles of my wife’s left hand, the letters matching the exact style of the one that spells mine on my right. He eyes me briefly before shying away, his gaze moving back to Morgan’s.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he bravely asks .

She hums, making him squeeze her breast harder. “You really want to know?”

He nods on an exhale. “I do.”

Morgan leans forward and pulls his earlobe between her teeth, biting down until he gasps. “I want to ride that pretty face of yours so it’s hard for you to breathe—make it messy with my cum.”

Nathan’s cheeks stain pink from her declaration, and I take the moment of his distraction to gently crack open the sauna door, letting cool air creep into the cedar box. If Nathan agrees to what my wife wants, we’re going to be in here for a while, and I don’t need our guest on death’s door again—even if I’m sure he’d happily go there while drowning in my wife’s cunt. I know because I would feel the same.

“I’ll do it.” The words spill from his mouth like warm syrup.

Morgan doesn’t react to his eagerness like I expected—no surprise or shock is in her eyes. Instead, she takes his hand from her breast then kisses his palm tenderly.

“I’m glad to hear it, Nathan,” she says, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as they meet his. “But first, I want what’s hiding under that towel in my mouth.” With that, she pulls said towel open and drops down onto the bench below.