Axes & O’s

45. Nathan

Chapter 45

Nathan

“What are you doing?” I whisper as I stare down at Fox on his knees.

“I’m cashing in on my Christmas gift,” Morgan says.

My eyes dart between her and the man on his knees before us, his head bowed like Morgan’s had been that afternoon in the living room. It’s a sight to see, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it, even if it feels almost wrong to see him this way.

“An act of submission,” I say quietly, remembering the paper she showed me from inside her gift box. “You want to share this with me?”

Morgan steps next to me and draws my lips to hers, kissing me softly. “We’re all in, Nate; let us show you.”

My heart flutters at the meaningfulness of this moment. The man who hates to be vulnerable is at our feet, offering himself to us both. And the woman at my side wants to share her gift with me, share herself with me.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll follow your lead.”

A wicked grin appears on her face, and she shakes her head. “We’ll lead together.” She pecks my lips again before she snaps her fingers. “Come, pet,” she commands.

It takes me a second to realize she’s speaking to Fox, but then he goes to his hands and knees, following Morgan into the living room.

Fuck. Fox is crawling. Literally crawling .

Morgan glances over her shoulder with a demure grin, clearly in her element. “Are you going to join?”

I smirk back at her. Her smile is infectious, so I nod, quickly slipping off my boots and joining her near the Christmas tree. The tree that Fox cut down after he fucked me in front of it. My entire body heats, and my cock grows behind the placket of my jeans. While I’d love to order him to do that again, I have something else in mind.

“How should we use him, Wolfie?”

I smirk at her nickname for me as I glance down at the top of Fox’s blond head. His hair hangs loosely around his shoulders. “Look at me, Fox.”

Fox’s eyes snap up to meet mine. I expected them to be hard, to show resistance, but all I see is his acceptance, his desire to please. It stuns me, and I swear my heart stops in my chest.

“Take my cock out,” I demand.

Morgan chuckles and nips at my ear. “Fox knew you were a natural at this. I’m glad he gets a taste of it now.”

I kiss her forehead and watch as Fox opens the button of my jeans and pulls the zipper down, his eyes never leaving mine as he does.

“Good boy.” I smirk when I see his lip twitch and bite the inside of my cheek. It was a glimmer of the Fox hiding underneath, reminding me that this is something he doesn’t do, which makes me even more grateful that he’s giving himself to us in this way.

“Hmm, I like this,” Morgan says as Fox pulls my cock free through the front flap of my briefs.

I chuckle and stroke Fox’s head. “Jack me. I want to see your inked hands around my cock.”

Fox doesn’t hesitate, wrapping one of his fists around my length. I hiss at the contact then become enthralled as his rough hand moves up and down my filling shaft in slow but evenly pressured strokes .

“Don’t be shy, baby. Get it nice and wet,” Morgan commands.

Fox spits, his fingers gathering the wetness and working it over my heated skin. I lean my head back in pleasure as Morgan nips at my neck.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan.

“You want his mouth on you, Nate?” Morgan purrs.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry; I’ll get mine.”

“Then yes.”

“You heard him, pet.”

The moment Fox’s soft lips close around the head of my cock, I practically weep. Memories of the cold snow and wind biting at me as he did this in the woods come back to me. His lips move further down, and one of his hands cups my sac before he hollows his cheeks and sucks.

“Goddamn.” I moan. “You’re good at sucking dick.”

“He looks so good doing it, too.” Morgan runs her hand over my chest and then into Fox’s hair, weaving the tresses between her fingers. “Let’s see how good he looks choking on it.”

Morgan drives Fox’s head forward, and his tongue flattens as he takes me all the way into his wet mouth. Like he was with her, she doesn’t go easy on him—Fox’s nose is now flat against the fabric of my open jeans. He chokes, but Morgan doesn’t let up.

“Breathe through your nose, baby.”

He does, eyes tearing up as the back of his throat closes around my cock.

“Such a good fucking boy,” I praise.

Morgan pulls him up by his hair then pushes him back down again. “That’s it, pet. Such a beautiful hole you are. Maybe you should be on your knees more often.”

Fox’s eyes narrow despite his predicament, and Morgan chuckles, driving his head further until he gags .

“Don’t try to top me from the bottom; that’s not part of my gift,” Morgan scolds.

Fox sucks me harder, and I know that’s his way of toying with me, too.

I grunt and bring my hand to the back of his skull, pulling him off. He gasps for breath as I tug on the roots, and Morgan drops her hand.

“Naughty,” I say. “Trying to make me come, were you?”

Fox’s swollen lip twitches. “Isn’t that what you wanted, Sir ?”

Fuuuck . I like the sound of that on his lips. I grab his face with my other hand, my wet cock bobbing near his cheek. “Such a sassy mouth you have. Maybe Morgan can put it to good use.”

Beside me, Morgan pulls her white sweater from her body, revealing the large tits I love so much, the barbells driving through her hardened nipples.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say under my breath, making her smile.

Morgan continues undressing before she comes over to me. I nod in permission, and she removes my clothes, leaving Fox the only one dressed.

“On your back with your head near the couch,” Morgan barks.

Fox follows her orders, the hard outline of his cock now fully visible under his pants. “I’m going to sit on your face, pet. You ready for me?”

He licks his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

I chuckle at his eagerness, knowing I would be the same way if it were me. Morgan wastes no time squatting over him and using the couch cushion for leverage.

“Take a breath,” she commands. I faintly hear one before Morgan seats herself with confidence over her husband’s face till all I can see is his beard.

“Oh god, yes!” Her hands grip the couch, and her delicious ass flexes .

I fist my cock as I watch the pair. “Grab her ass.” I gently nudge Fox’s foot. “Drown yourself in her sweet cunt.”

“Jesus, Nate,” Morgan exhales, her hips working, pussy sliding over his face as Fox’s hands dig into the round globes of her ass.

“Fucking hot.” I step closer, and Morgan turns her head before she reaches out one of her hands toward my erection.

“May I?”

I shake my head, and she pouts. “I have a better idea.”

Her eyebrow raises, and I leave the room, quickly grabbing what I need from their bedroom toy chest before returning. I stop to watch the show for a moment, watch Morgan fucking Fox’s face, his hands gripping her ass so hard he’s going to leave bruises. His fully clothed body writhes under her as he pleases his wife. I don’t think I’d ever get sick of seeing it, nor could I be jealous of it. They’re too fucking perfect together.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming. Right fucking there.” Morgan reaches her hand down and grabs the back of Fox’s head, holding him to her clit and riding his face with reckless abandon before she screams out his name, her orgasm ripping through her body.

“Such a good little Fox,” Morgan hums. “So fucking good when you submit to me.”

I observe them for another moment, enjoying the show as Morgan comes down. Eventually, she releases his head and maneuvers herself until she’s sitting on his chest, most likely soaking his long-sleeved shirt. “You okay, pet?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smirks down at him adoringly, and then I clear my throat. Fox’s blown-out pupils turn to mine, beard glistening with Morgan’s cum as he sees what’s in my hand.

“How do you feel about double penetration, baby?” I ask, lifting my gaze to Morgan.

Her smirk is wild as her eyes connect with mine. “I feel great about it. ”

“Then get on your husband’s dick and offer me that pretty ass of yours.”

Morgan bites her lip as her cheeks flush. “Yes, Sir.”

My dick twitches, and I stroke myself as Morgan slides off Fox’s body. They make eye contact with each other as she pulls down his pants. His proud pierced cock stands erect and ready, and I order her to keep his shirt on. While I’d love to see his tattooed chest, there is indeed a wet spot from Morgan’s pussy on his shirt. I like that he’ll wear it like a badge of honor while we fuck his wife, our little lamb, into oblivion.

“Such a beautiful cock,” Morgan says. She wraps her hand around his length and then tugs on his piercing. Fox groans, and I pump my own cock harder. “Someday, we’ll have Wolfie spend an entire twenty-four hours worshiping it. Would you like that?” Morgan asks him.

“Yes.” Fox groans, and Morgan squeezes his shaft so hard he gasps. “Fuck! Yes, ma’am.”

Morgan chuckles her satisfaction before releasing his cock. Fox exhales a breath but then groans again as Morgan straddles him, sliding her wet folds over his length. I step closer to the couple and Morgan, and I make eye contact as I drop to the floor. She grins coyly at me before she presses her hands to Fox’s chest and lifts. “Be a good wolfie, and put my husband’s cock inside me.”

“My pleasure,” I purr.

Morgan raises her hips, and my hand wraps around Fox’s wet shaft. I squeeze the base for good measure, and he groans loudly as I place the head of his broad crown against Morgan’s wet opening.

She slowly slides down, and I watch as the piercing disappears inside her pussy, her body clamping around him. She moans and drops down another inch, then another until I’m forced to move my hand away so she can fully seat herself on his dick.

Fox’s hands are clenched at his sides, and he grunts as Morgan shifts back and forth in small movements, adjusting to the cock inside her and letting out small mewls of pleasure.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I say, picking up the lube and snapping it open.

“Quick, Nathan,” Morgan says breathlessly. “I need you both inside me.”

I swallow hard and get to my knees, squirting the lube over my cock.

“Grab her hips, Fox,” I bark. I swear Fox groans in relief as his fingers dig into Morgan’s flesh. Morgan lets out her own sigh of pleasure, and then she flattens herself against Fox’s chest, presenting her ass to me like a gift.

Morgan kisses her husband, and I move closer, my eyes dropping to the sight of Fox’s length inside Morgan, his balls drawn tight and thick thighs flexing. I thought seeing them together was hot before, but like this, so up close—holy fuck.

“Nathan,” Morgan pleads. “Please.”

I lick my lips and drip lube between her seam, setting down the bottle and running my fingers over the tight ring of muscle. “You’re sure you can take us both?”

Two breathy chuckles reach my ears.

“I can take it, Nathan. Now please, fuck me.”

Fox spreads his thighs without asking, and I position myself between his legs and behind Morgan, rubbing the slippery head of my cock over her hole. She pushes back, and I smack her ass playfully. “Such a greedy lamb.”

“Oh, fuck.” Morgan moans. “Call me that again.”

I press the tip of my cock inside just a bit until I feel her tight ring of muscles pulse around me. “I love this ass, little lamb.” I press my length further in and smack one of her ass cheeks, once more watching a red mark appear on her skin and the flesh jiggle .

“Yes!” She shifts back on Fox’s cock so he groans, and my shaft pushes further inside. “Do it, Nathan. Fuck, I need to feel you both.”

I inch myself even further in, my cock disappearing. “Holy shit,” I exhale, my eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

Fox groans, and Morgan whimpers, one of her hands reaching back to grip my thigh. I think she’s telling me to stop, but then she shakes her head.“Fuck me, Nathan.”

I snap at her command and punch my hips all the way in, my pelvis hitting her ass. My brain tries to catch up to all the things I’m feeling, but it’s so much. Morgan’s ass gripping my cock, her hand on my thigh, and— “Holy shit! I can feel his dick inside you.”

“Put your hands on my shoulders, Nathan,” Morgan says breathlessly.

I lean forward, the new position sinking me impossibly deeper. We all groan, and Morgan shimmies her hips, fucking herself on both our cocks. My fingers flex as my gaze drops to Fox. His blue eyes are blown out in pleasure, and his brow is tight as if he’s trying to stop himself from coming.

“You two are so fucking big. I love it.” Morgan writhes. “Grab my tits, pet.”

Fox follows her command, and he grips the flesh with his inked hands. My own brow furrows as sweat coats my forehead.

“Move, Nathan.”

My fingers flex on her shoulders, and I pull out then thrust back in. The three of us collectively cry out at the action, and then it feels like something clicks. I start to thrust my hips while Morgan fucks herself on Fox’s cock. I feel every movement, and I swear I can feel Fox’s piercing from inside Morgan every time I thrust.

“Yes! Harder, Nathan.”

I grunt and let myself go, thrusting my hips almost wildly.

“Just like that,” Morgan chants .

Time seems to slow, and Morgan turns her head. I kiss her sloppily until she breaks the kiss so she can kiss Fox.

This goes on for another minute, but then I feel myself unable to hold back any longer. “I’m going to come,” I announce.

“Me, too.” Morgan moans before she clamps her inner muscles around us, and Fox and I both swear. “Give it to me, pet,” she pleads. Fox pistons his hips up from the ground, and the hard movement against my cock while Morgan clamps down sends me spiraling over the edge. We all lose ourselves in sensations and limbs, our actions becoming slow and choppy as stars spark behind my eyes. I have to stop myself from falling on top of Morgan.

Her body shakes with pleasure beneath me, and we all ride through it, her every muscle bearing down and trembling as she takes her pleasure. Fox takes his as well, his eyes clamped shut and hands now gripping Morgan’s low back.

When I finally catch my breath, I pull myself from her heat, my cum leaking from her ass. It drips down onto Fox’s shaft where he’s still inside his wife, his own cum leaking out. I groan and take a mental picture, wanting to do this again but with our positions reversed: me in the middle with Fox behind me while I sink into her perfect pink cunt.

I drop to the ground, my chest heaving. After a second, Morgan joins me, wedging her sweaty and sated body between Fox and me. We all stare up at the ceiling for a while, our breaths ragged as the fire crackles.

Eventually, Morgan shifts, placing her hand over my heart. “You okay?”

I turn my head to meet her hazel gaze then look up at Fox behind her. His eyes aren’t hard or guarded; instead, they’re soft and, dare I say, loving?

My chest twinges, and I swallow. “Shouldn’t I be asking you two that?”

“I’m fucking fantastic.” Morgan sighs with a sated grin .

Fox smiles, the beautiful smile I know I want to see every day if he’ll let me. Then he nods while playing with Morgan’s wild hair. “I’m good.”

For a brief time, I feel as if I should say something more. There is a lot left unspoken between us, things we need to talk about and emotions that need to be sorted, but after this, after seeing Fox be vulnerable and given the way we just shared Morgan… I can’t explain it, but I know everything is going to be okay.

I smile at the couple, a goofy grin now on my face. “Then what do you say about going for round two?”

Morgan laughs, shifting to look back at Fox. “You hear that, baby? I think we’ve created a monster.”

“No,” Fox says slyly, his eyes staring directly into mine. “A wolf.”