Axes & O’s

15. Nathan

Chapter 15

Nathan

Morgan’s coy eyes stare up at me from the bench below—hazel, nearly black—as a tiny bead of sweat drips down from her temple.

“If you want me to stop, tell me,” she says.

Stop? While this may be the wildest thing I’ve done, I’m not going to stop it, especially not now. Not with one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen on her knees in front of me, perfect pink lips parted and ready for my cock.

“I will,” I say, my voice no longer sounding like my own. “But I won’t.”

My words hang in the heat of the sauna, and I’m still hyperaware that Fox—her husband—is watching. There’s no way not to feel that intense gaze on us, and I wonder if this is just a kink of his, watching another man with his wife. But again, I can’t find it in myself to care. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a woman like this—since I’ve wanted a woman like this—and I’m not going to let this pass me by. If I feel bad about it later, I can always blame my head injury. Or at least that’s what I’m going to tell myself.

Morgan shifts so her towel is under her knees before placing her hands on my ankles. She grips them tightly before swiftly spreading my legs wide, the force sudden and hard enough my steel erection bobs, and I feel more exposed than I ever have in my life. The slight humiliation only sends more blood rushing to my already hard cock, precum leaking from the tip .

“This okay?” she asks, tits heaving. Tits that are pierced by little silver barbells, ones I didn’t notice in my shock last night.

I dip my chin sharply, wishing she wouldn’t check in on me. I’m fine, and for the first time in my life, I want to grab the back of a woman’s head and shut her up by filling her mouth with my dick. I blink and push that down, not wanting to entertain my unhinged thoughts any more than I want to analyze this new side of me. There will be time for that later.

Morgan’s hands begin to travel up my calves. She massages the sore muscles, hands slipping over my damp skin. Every time she kneads a knot, she bobs closer to the tip of my engorged head, teasing me, taunting me, and I know she’s doing it on purpose. But I don’t say anything, letting her take the lead—she is about to suck my cock, after all.

Though I’m still thinking about her offer to ride my face.

“Fuuuck! ” The word slips from my mouth as her tongue darts out to lap at the salty liquid gathered at my slit.

She answers with a naughty smile before she pulls back again, hands working up my legs until they’re on my knees. With more leverage, she shifts so she’s poised over my crotch, her long hair tickling my pelvis as she drags her sharp nails up my inner thighs. My cock literally pulses, and I have to strain my lower ab muscles so I don’t come early on her face and embarrass myself in front of her—in front of him.

Morgan’s dark eyelashes flutter at me. “How do you like it?”

I swallow. “What?”

She gently blows air over the ruddy crown of my cock, and my stomach clenches. “Hard…” Her hand appears and grips my shaft, the squeeze strong and almost brutal. My lips part, and I groan, then she lets up and strokes me from root to tip with delicate precision. “…or soft?”

My chin drops to my chest, and I exhale a shaky breath. “Both.”

“Hmm. A man after my own heart. ”

Her fist goes tight around my length, and I’m gasping again. Her mouth parts, and instead of placing her lips on me like I so desperately crave, she spits on my cock. The warm saliva travels down the thick vein running along the underside of my shaft before pooling around her thumb and forefinger where they’re circling the base.

“Holy shit.” My head drops back against the sauna wall, neck straining as I inhale a breath to hold myself together. Has a woman ever spit on my dick before? No. Fuck no. I would’ve remembered it.

“Do that again, lamb. He liked it.”

My eyes shoot open, and I’m reminded that Fox is here, watching. And now he’s given her, his lamb, instructions.

“Sorry.” Morgan chuckles, drawing my attention down to her. “He can’t help himself.”

Fox doesn’t respond. Instead, he continues to observe, his body still, almost like a marble statue. Even so, I can see his own erection bulging beneath his parted towel. I’m curious why he’s not touching himself.

Morgan turns her fist, allowing some of her spit to slip down onto my tight sac. “Did you like that, Nate?”

Nate . At the sound of my shortened name on her lips, I clench my fists at my sides and become more turned on—if that’s even possible. “Yes,” I whisper.

Morgan spits on my cock again, but this time, she uses it as lubricant to jack me. She pumps, alternating between hard and soft. Women I’ve slept with in the past, their hands were dainty, delicate. Morgan’s are strong, calloused—worker’s hands. Yet there’s a softness to her movements that’s feminine and completely hers alone. It’s… fucking incredible .

She pumps me a few more times and inhales a slow breath. “You can touch me if you want, Nate ,” she sing-songs. Morgan wraps her lips around my leaking head, sucking the tip until her round cheeks hollow. I curse, head falling back again as she takes more of me in her mouth, her nails digging into my thigh muscle as the hand near the base of my shaft moves down to cup my balls.

She squeezes, the pressure heavy and just right. All the actions together cause my spine to tingle, and one of my hands flies up to grip the back of her skull. My touch is meant to stop her movement, which it does.

Morgan looks up at me, eyes shining and puffy lips stretched around my cock. I’ve never really taken the time to admire the beauty of a woman at my mercy, but goddamn is it a thing of beauty. I have no doubt that this is a moment I’ll remember forever.

Morgan’s eyebrow quirks—a silent question asking what I plan to do. My hand moves through her silken hair, damp from the sauna, and I palm the back of her head.

“Use her.”

My movement stops at Fox’s order, and Morgan takes my distraction and starts to suck again, her hand rolling my balls. I mutter a string of gibberish, and my fingers pulse against the back of her head, but I manage to bring my attention to the man who can’t seem to keep his mouth closed.

“Pardon?”

Fox rubs his thumb and forefinger over his beard, and it’s then I see he’s propped the door open a sliver so we don’t die of heat stroke. Smart .

“You heard me.” His grumbling words are challenging, as if he wants me to bark something back.

Morgan manages to take more of me in her mouth, and my head nearly slams back against the wooden panels. I dig my blunt nails into her scalp as a warning of sorts, but I don’t push her down further or pull her off.

Fox is almost smirking, causing annoyance to crawl up my neck, yet my fingers twitch as if they want to follow his instruction. As if they have a mind of their own.

“I’m not sure what you want,” I grit out, my words directed at him .

“It’s not what I want,” he says plainly. “It’s what you want.”

Morgan slides up my cock, her lips moving so high I think she’s going to completely slide off. But just as she reaches the tip, I apply pressure to her skull, stopping her. The action surprises us both.

“That’s it,” Fox says. “Use my wife’s smart mouth, Nathan. It’s yours.”

Morgan flattens her tongue along the underside of my shaft, lips still sealed around the head like she could drink from me and die happy. The idea should be too dirty, too crass, but my balls tighten almost painfully, and I hold back a shudder. I can’t believe this is real—but it is.

Morgan hums, and the thrumming vibrations seal her fate. My hands become possessed, and I cage her head with my palms. Our eyes connect for a moment, and I see her submission lying within. My resolve snaps, and my hips piston up as my hands push her down on my cock. She gags but makes no move to try to pull off me; instead, I swear she takes more of me down.

“Fuck, Morgan,” I grunt.

A hiss sounds, then steam from the rocks fills the room. The white fog rises around us, and I become lost in a haze of heat and sensation. There’s more steam, and Morgan moans around my dick. I clench my ass and lift off the bench, hands forcing her down until I feel her nose brush against my pubic bone.

Morgan’s palms are now planted on my thighs, and she digs them in. I take the cue and loosen my grip so she can slide up my cock, her dark gaze penetrating me through the steam as she takes a breath in through her nose. I pull to let her up, but she braces against me, her eyes shining with tears, spit leaking from the corner of her mouth. I want to ask if she’s okay, if she needs a break, but the smile in her eyes sends me a clear message: More .

Another hiss, more steam, and my lack of ability to see clearly lends itself to a newfound feeling of freedom. My hips come up again, and I unleash myself .

“Suck, Morgan.” She does as I command, her cheeks caving and tongue flattening. God, she’s amazing at this. “Yes, just like that.”

I dig my nails into the sides of her head, working her down my length again then back up. I repeat the motion, each push and pull of my hands getting quicker with each pass. “Oh, fuck.”

Morgan hums, and I thrust up, the crown of my cock hitting the back of her throat. I hold her there, relishing the way her muscles constrict around me. Her nails press into my thighs, and the sting sends me to another plane altogether. The only thing that would make this better is if we were on a bed and I could hang her head off the edge, see my cock moving in her throat as I played with the little bars in her nipples.

My eyes close as I imagine it, and then, as if he can’t help but insert himself even in my dirty daydreams, Fox’s head appears between Morgan’s legs in my mental image, his blue eyes on mine as he licks her wet pussy dry.

“ Fuuuck , I’m going to come.” I open my eyes to my current reality and drop them to watch Morgan. Sweat and tears roll down her pink cheeks, and her lips are red and swollen from being abused by my dick. Warmth coils in my low belly, and my balls draw tight as my eyes drop to where I can see her breasts jiggling from her ministrations. If I wasn’t so close, I’d ask her to touch herself and come with me so we could both fall over the edge together.

Every muscle in my body tightens, and I tug her hair in warning, trying to pull her off my cock before I come down her throat. “Morgan, I’m—”

“Make her swallow it,” Fox barks. “Make her drink down every last drop.”

“Jesus,” I mutter. Morgan sucks around the crown of my pulsing head, then I’m pushing her down so there’s no question that she has to swallow it. My hips jerk, and I feel her throat muscles clench around me as I orgasm, white sparks flashing behind my eyelids .

“Morgan, fuck,” I chant as I press my head back against the wall, the heat of the space almost too much as my desperate hips continue to seek the warmth of her wet mouth. For a time, the world around me fades, and all I know is the feeling of her slick heat around me and the ecstasy of coming, and coming, and coming.

It’s the best orgasm of my life, and I don’t want it to end. I don’t want this moment to end. But when it finally does, I drop my hips back down to the bench, taking a shaky breath as my muscles begin to relax and my grip loosens on Morgan’s head. She pops off my cock, my still hard length sliding from her mouth along with a little bit of spit and my cum.

The high from my orgasm drops, and my chest tightens as I take in her abused appearance. She smiles in assurance, but I can’t quite process it. A war with myself starts as I try to grapple with what I just allowed myself to do to her—of what I pictured in my mind right before I came.

“Nathan,” she says quietly, but I hold up my hand to stop her.

“I should—” I say, but the rest of the words die on my tongue. Because I’m not sure what I was going to say. Thank you? I’m sorry? What the hell did we just do?

“Nate,” she tries again, but I’m already grabbing my towel and moving as quickly as I can on my shaky post-orgasm legs.

“I’m sorry” is what I choose to finally say. Then I slip out the door without making eye contact with either of them, semi-glad that neither of them try to stop me.