Axes & O’s

39. Nathan

Chapter 39

Nathan

“Do you want me to gag her?” Fox asks from my side.

I study Morgan, tied up and bound again at our mercy. It’s a sight I don’t think I could ever tire of. “No, I like hearing her cries.”

“Hmm, she is pretty when she screams.”

I stare at Fox. He’s not smiling like he did for me earlier, but he’s beautiful, nonetheless.

Beautiful. He’s beautiful.

The thought is almost a natural one now, even if it’s still a little shocking. But after what we shared in the woods, I can’t not admit I find him attractive and that I like him. And, if given the chance, I’ll do everything in my power to get him to smile again.

“How’s she feel?” Fox asks, his attention on my hand, the one that’s almost fully inside his wife.

“Like heaven.”

That has his lip twitching. “I know that. I meant, is she ready to take your whole hand?”

My cheeks flush. Everything we’ve done has been dirty, but this—this feels sinful. Especially in this innocent setting near the tree, surrounded by Christmas decorations. Even if said tree is a reminder of our previous activity—which was also not so innocent.

Morgan writhes as I sink my fingers deeper, spreading and moving them until her inner walls stretch and flutter around me. Shit, she’s so wet. She may have made a mess on the couch yesterday—and when I fucked her—but I’ve never seen a woman squirt quite like that before. If I can make her do that every time she comes, I would. I can only hope I’ll have more opportunities after tonight.

“Keep rubbing her clit, and when you add your thumb, make your hand smaller, like this.” He holds up his hand, showing how it’s collapsed to look like a duck bill.

“Got it,” I say. My eyes meet Morgan’s. Her body is relaxed, but I can see the anticipation in the way her nipples are tight and her hips wiggle. “You ready, baby?”

“Please, Nathan. I need you.”

I shift, my cock twitching in my pants as I pull my hand almost all the way out, a little smile on my lips when I see the green polish on my nails from earlier.

I take a moment to indulge in sliding my hand in and out, my painted fingernails disappearing into then reappearing out of her wet pussy. I never thought I’d ever have painted nails, but I like it. Maybe I’ll have Morgan paint them for every holiday.

“Enjoying yourself?” Fox teases.

“Immensely.”

Morgan shifts, but since her body is tied, she can’t get far.

“Impatient?” I ask her.

“Please, Nate,” she begs. “Fuck me.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” I say, thumbing her clit as I do what Fox showed me. When my fingers move past the first knuckle easily, I keep going, the tip of my thumb disappearing. “Fuck, you’re so amazing, Morgan.”

She keens as I work my hand in, Fox and I both praising her as I go deeper. My thumb is almost all the way in now.

“That’s it,” Fox says. “Nice and easy.”

As I slowly work my hand in deeper, Morgan’s body opens for me like a flower, and I twist my hand to sink in even further.

Morgan’s hips tip up at the same time my entire hand slides in. “Nathan!” she cries wildly .

“Goddamn, baby,” I say in awe. “My fucking hand is inside you.”

Morgan moans again, and I move it slightly deeper, the heat of her indescribable as her pussy clenches around my hand and my wrist. Holy fucking shit.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes—fuck—oh my god.” Her head throws back as Fox strokes her thigh.

“You’re doing so good, lamb. Can you see his hand inside you?”

Morgan’s chin lowers, and her eyes open, looking down at her round stomach that clearly shows my hand moving inside her. With her gaze on me, I gently thrust it up and down for her, and she keens, inner muscles fluttering.

“Longer strokes, Nathan,” Fox commands. “Bring your fingers down slowly into a fist, and start fucking her.”

My cock jumps at his words, reminding me how turned on I am by this entire thing. I look down at my hand and still can’t believe I’m doing this. When I was fingering her earlier, it crossed my mind, but I didn’t think it was possible—yet Fox assured me it was.

I slowly bring my fingers down, my hand turning into a full fist. Her vagina clenches, and her body tightens at the size of me.

“Relax, baby,” I soothe. “You’re doing so well.”

“Nathan,” she moans. “Please.”

“Do it, Nathan,” Fox barks. “She can take it.”

With my hand still in a fist, I begin to move, Morgan’s hips lifting and writhing. I thumb her clit harder, circling it the way I’ve figured out she likes. When her body relaxes, I move deeper and circle, playing with movement and the location of my fingers until I figure out a pace she likes.

“I’m going to come again.” Morgan whimpers. “Please, more.”

“Told you,” Fox whispers against my ear. “Fuck her, Wolfie . ”

That makes me chuckle as I fuck her harder with my fist and keep pressure on her clit.

“Nate.” Her back arches. “Oh my god!”

“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Morgan cries out again, and Fox’s hand returns to her stomach. He pushes down so even I can feel the pressure of his hand, and Morgan curses. I think she calls him a bastard, which makes Fox smirk a little.

I twist my hand and fuck her deeper, hitting every single spot inside that makes her pull against her restraints. “I’m going to…I’m going…” She gasps.

Morgan can’t get the words completely out, and it makes me feel like the fucking king of the world. “Come, Morgan. Fucking soak my hand.”

Fox adds pressure to her abdomen, and I pinch her clit at the same time I drag my fist down. Morgan screams, eyes squeezing shut as she shakes and convulses. Fox holds her in place to keep her safe, praising her and soothing her because of the sheer intensity of it.

My hand is soaked like I wanted, her release dripping down onto the floor as her orgasm squeezes the life out of me.

“She’s sucking my hand in,” I breathe out.

Morgan moans and strains against her bindings, delirious with pleasure. I ride her through it, allowing her to take what she needs. It takes her awhile to come down, and I use every moment to memorize this, burning this experience into my core memories—another first.

But, God, I fucking hope not the last.