Axes & O’s

21. Morgan

Chapter 21

Morgan

Nathan removes his shirt and places it on the floor by my sweater. The smooth expanse of his chest is easy on the eyes, and if I didn’t already have an objective, I’d be running my hands over his muscles and tracing the deep V of his hips. The clear skin also has me contemplating all the art that would look amazing on him. So much space to work with—unlike my husband’s body, which I’ve helped decorate over the years.

I lift my eyes to Fox, who’s perusing Nathan’s back. If I didn’t know him as well as I do, I’d think he was uninterested and just observing casually. But he’s always been like this, training his expressions so that no one knows what he’s thinking or feeling. The only thing that gives him away is the bulge of his cock beneath the pair of jeans he’s thrown on. When he senses me watching, he lifts his gaze to mine while Nathan waits patiently on his knees for my instruction.

Fox’s icy-blue irises warm like they do only for me, and then he purses his lips in an air kiss. The action has me grinning, because had Nathan been looking, Fox wouldn’t have been caught dead doing it.

“Are you waiting for the snow to stop, Morgan?” Fox teases.

“Impatient, baby?”

He eyes me up and down to show his casual dominance, a look that always makes my knees weak and pussy wet. “Show Nathan your pretty cunt, lamb, before I come over there and spread you for him. ”

His threat tingles throughout my body, and I’m half tempted to stall so he does. But I asked to take the lead, so I’m going to do it. I’ve given Fox permission to instruct when needed, but this is my show, and I intend to take advantage of it.

I shift on the couch and look down at Nathan. “Remove my leggings.”

Nathan’s nostrils flare, and he licks his lips, almost like he can taste me already. But before his hands get to my waistband, he stops, eyes catching mine. “If I do anything you don’t like, will you tell me?”

My stomach flip-flops at his care. “Yes. I’m in charge, remember?” I wink at him, because while I am going to be in control for this, Nathan’s got all the power.

A little of his brown hair falls on his forehead, and I reach out to twirl my finger around one of the strands. “Now remove my leggings, Nathan.”

Nathan smirks and gives a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

Fox chuckles at his sass, and while it’s cute, the urge to edge the shit out of him for being sassy wells inside me. I know Fox is already conjuring up ideas and uses for his smart mouth, but I know he has ideas for mine, too. My man is full of ideas—some frightening yet wonderful all the same.

Nathan’s fingers hook into my pants, his brown eyes glinting in a way I haven’t seen before. They’re pretty, like warm pools of hot chocolate or fresh soil. When he starts to pull down, I place my hands on his broad shoulders so I can lift my hips. Not once does he remove eye contact with me, which makes the action erotic—made even more so with my husband watching.

Nathan tugs on my pants and shuffles on his knees. I take the cue, letting go of his shoulders so he can remove the rest of my leggings, leaving me completely in the nude. I was hoping we’d end up in a position like this, so what was the point of underwear?

I think Nathan stops breathing when he notices, and I know he’s itching to touch me because I see his hands flexing at his sides. I move backward on the couch so I’m propped up against the pillows. Nathan continues to watch as I spread my legs open, one knee resting against the back of the couch and the other dropped open on the cushion.

“Tell me, Nathan,” I say, dragging my pointer finger down my sternum. He watches the digit with rapt attention as I trail it over my breasts, toying with the piercing on my right nipple, tugging just enough that I release a small gasp. “If I let you touch me right now, where would you touch first?”

“Your clit.”

“Hmm, greedy boy.” I look to Fox, a question in my gaze.

“Yes, lamb?”

“Get the lube and the waterproof towel.”

Fox rumbles a sound akin to a growl.

“Get the lube and the towel, please ,” I ask again with a soft smile.

He expels a satisfied grumble and gets up from his chair before leaving the room. I turn my attention back to a now confused Nathan and reach my hand down to trace my thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“I’m going to ask you to trust me.”

“Okay.” He inhales. “But may I ask what the lube is for?” His gaze flashes to my pussy, and I can guess what he’s thinking. I’m wet, very wet.

I release a breathy chuckle. “It’s for something later. But I promise that when the time comes, I’ll make sure you want to do it. Like I said, if you want to stop, we’ll stop.”

He nods, and I brush my finger over the skin of his lower lip.

“Now, lick me up before I ruin my couch.”

Nathan blinks as my words register, and then a wicked grin plays at his lips. “As you wish.”

My chest tightens with a thrill, and I hardly have time to fully lie back before Nathan joins me on the couch, placing his head between my legs.