Axes & O’s

22. Nathan

Chapter 22

Nathan

Liquid heat coats my tongue, and I groan, my cock throbbing in my pants as if I’m about to come from just tasting Morgan’s pussy. Her flavor is tangy, spicy, and a little sweet. It’s better than the mulled wine, and I want to drink her up or drown in her, something I never thought I’d say.

Without a doubt, I’ve enjoyed going down on my partners and giving pleasure, but I’ve never wanted to eat someone alive like this, consume them as if they’re my last meal. The idea of her riding my face, soaking me like I know she wanted to do in the sauna, seems like a fucking great idea right now. But I’m following her orders, so I remain in my position and suck her swollen clit between my lips.

“Yes, Nathan,” she moans. “God, that feels good.”

Her confirmation that she likes what I’m doing only makes me more ravenous. I press against her inner thighs, pushing her open for me. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be touching her, but she doesn’t stop me. I continue licking up her arousal as I alternate between using my tongue and my lips to please her.

One of her hands spears through my dark tresses, and then she’s shoving my face into her pussy until my senses are consumed with nothing but her.

“Use your fingers,” she commands, hips bucking up from the couch to seek even more contact.

I take my hand from her inner thigh and seek out her wet opening. I dip one finger inside, my lips sucking on her clit as I do. The action makes her inner walls clench, and I add another finger. God, she’s tight—and wet. So fucking wet.

I pull away just slightly, and Morgan lets me, so I inhale a breath and watch some of her arousal leak out around my fingers. I lean down to lap it up, flattening my tongue to catch every drop of her so none of it falls to her couch.

Morgan squirms as my tongue licks the sensitive skin between her tight rosebud and her cunt. When I press my tongue to her back entrance, she squirms, giving me ideas of other things I’d like to do to her. I’ve never taken a woman in the ass before, but maybe I can with Morgan.

I grind my dick on the couch, just imagining what it would feel like to have her tight ass milking my length while her husband fucked this dripping pussy. I wonder if I could feel him moving inside her, fucking her hard like I saw him do last night.

A small groan leaves my lips, and I turn it into a hum as I seal my mouth around Morgan’s clit again and curl two fingers inside her. Her hand on my hair pulls the strands tight enough that my scalp stings, but I like it.

I plunge my fingers deeper until I hit her G-spot. The action makes her shove my face harder into her cunt so I can’t move this time, her hips undulating as if she’s trying to ride me.

“Harder, Nathan.”

My lips suction, and then I release her hard bud, scraping my teeth lightly over the swollen skin as I thrust my fingers in and out of her.

Morgan cries, the sound a cinematic score as her legs begin to shake and her nails dig into my skull.

“Add a third finger.”

I almost jump at the sudden stark command, but I can’t turn to look at Fox because Morgan is still holding my face against her sex, using me like I used her in the sauna.

My cock aches at the memory, and now I understand why she liked it, why she wanted me to use her like a toy. Not only is it incredibly intimate, but the trust such an act requires is a turn on in itself. It makes me feel useful, wanted, and powerful, knowing that she loves what I’m doing so much she’s lost to the sensation of it—lost to me.

My tongue rolls over Morgan’s clit as I add a third finger, my long digits stretching her. God, she’s still so tight. I can feel how close she is to coming, though, and I want—no, need —to feel her orgasm. I need her to come around my fingers and on my tongue. I need to taste her release and have her tell me how much I satisfied her.

“Harder,” Morgan demands at the same time I feel a presence to my left. I know it’s Fox, and for a moment, I wonder why he’s there. I can’t look at him, but a second later, Morgan’s pelvis lifts, and a towel is placed under her hips. The action forces my nose against her slippery pussy, and for a couple of seconds, I think I actually may drown.

I naturally pull back, but her hand on my head holds me there. I take the hint and suck my lips around her clit as I curl my fingers deeper inside her.

“Add another finger, Nathan.” Fox’s bark is so commanding, and my senses are so overtaken that I obey him readily, adding a fourth finger.

Good god. If I wanted to, I could probably fit my whole hand inside her pussy. My hips rock at the image of it, how dirty it is, and I thrust my fingers up and curl them toward me again and again.

Morgan’s orgasm hits her hard then, and she cries out my name. Her inner walls spasm around me, and her cum floods down my hand until it drips onto the towel below as she continues to use me for her pleasure.

“Oh my god,” she moans. “Such a good boy.”

My heart stops in my chest, and my hips move against the couch in a rougher pattern. I’ve never been called a good boy before, at least not as an adult nor in a sexual situation. Had my cock been in her pussy, I would’ve come hard. I’m honestly surprised I didn’t come in my sweats because I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Morgan bucks again, and as I’m about to force myself away to breathe, her hips drop down, and I suck in a breath, the heady scent of her sex coating my face and permeating the air.

I look up from between her legs with hooded eyes, my four fingers still inside her as she quakes with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Morgan’s head is back against the pillows, one of her arms thrown over her eyes while her chest heaves, breasts rising and falling as she catches her breath.

“You okay, lamb?” Fox’s low voice teases.

I rest my cheek on Morgan’s shaking inner thigh, her hand relaxing against my scalp so I can turn my head toward him.

Fox is sitting on the coffee table, still fully clothed. He’s got his hand resting on her inner knee, his thumb stroking the pale skin there. When I look closer, the skin is tinged pink as if he’d been holding her open for me while I feasted.

“He’s good, baby.” Morgan chuckles breathlessly. “Amazing.”

If my skin wasn’t already flushed from getting her off, it would be now. The praise mixed with a tiny bit of humiliation has my skin prickling. My dick strains, and I think my sweats are soaked from the leaking head. I don’t know why, but the way they’re speaking about me as if I’m not here is turning me on.

Fox turns his gaze to me, hand still on Morgan’s knee. Between the sauna and now this, I’m not sure how to act around him. This is his wife—shouldn’t he be participating beyond barking orders and holding her open for me to feast on?

I’ve thought more than once about how it would be to touch him, to have him touching me. The more I explore with Morgan, and considering how I feel right now, I’m starting to think I’d be okay with it. But I don’t know how I’ll feel when it’s happening.

Fox shifts on the table so he can begin to trail his hand down Morgan’s thigh. She makes a small noise of pleasure, and I watch as his tattooed fingers creep closer to my hand, the one that’s still inside her. I should take it out, but I want to see what he’s planning.

My stomach coils with anticipation, and Morgan’s fingers in my hair only add to the multitude of sensations in my body. Just as he’s about to reach my wrist, he stops.

I move my gaze to his so our eyes lock, and I see the silent question within his blue depths without him having to speak it. Can I touch you?

I don’t blink, don’t move—I just look into his eyes. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I keep looking. Then finally, I nod.

If I had blinked, I would’ve missed the corner of Fox’s lips twitch. But he quickly erases it, his eyes remaining on me as he shifts. When his fingers graze the skin of my wrist, I don’t flinch or try to pull away. I just let my body light up as if it’s been set ablaze from within by his touch.

When I don’t shy away, his touch grows bolder, his fingers encircling my wrist. My curiosity grows, but I don’t have to wonder what he plans to do for long, because he tugs my hand free from Morgan’s pussy.

She adjusts under me, a low moan escaping her throat that makes me once again aware that my cock is begging to be touched. I go to turn my head to her, but Fox’s other hand grabs my jaw.

“Eyes here,” he barks.

The forcefulness of his tone makes every muscle in my body clench, but he doesn’t give me time to relish his grip because he drops his hand and pulls my wrist to guide my wet fingers to his mouth. I watch in stunned silence as he parts his lips, and my pointer finger disappears between them.

A different kind of wet heat envelopes the gleaming digit, and he doesn’t hesitate to suck it clean. A sound I’ve never heard before bubbles from my throat, and he sucks harder, his rough tongue seeking all of Morgan’s heady arousal. He does the same thing with every one of my fingers, only letting my hand go after he’s licked up every drop.

The room is quiet except for our breathing as my brain races with what to do next while my eyes stare at my glistening hand.

Morgan’s fingers gently tug on my hair, and I snap out of my trance. “Nathan,” she croons, “do you want to continue?”

I don’t hesitate to answer, my hooded gaze bouncing between the woman still splayed out for me and the domineering man who just sucked on my fingers. “Yes, please.”

Morgan scratches my scalp like I’m her pet and smiles at me with a lazy warmth that heats my soul. “Then let’s take care of my husband.”