25. Nathan
Chapter 25
Nathan
The words leave my lips without hesitation before I pull at the band of his jeans, my fingers curling around the rough fabric and the elastic of the navy briefs hiding a prominent bulge underneath.
A quiet part of my brain says this is crazy, that I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m on my knees for a man, calling him Sir. I’m about to do something I’ve never done before with people I hardly know. But then, a bigger part of me wants this. Wants him. Wants Morgan. Wants to experience this with them.
Whatever “this” is.
Fox lifts his hips without me asking him to, and anticipation swells in my gut. While I’ve seen him fuck Morgan, I couldn’t exactly see his entire cock. But from what I did see and from what I can guess from the outline of it, I know it’s going to be massive—much like the rest of him.
While I’ve never had an issue with my dick size or really cared about it for that matter, my stomach is in knots wanting to know what his looks like. And from this vantage point, I’ll be able to see every vein and curve of it.
With one final tug, his length bobs free, and all the moisture in my mouth dissipates as it taps against the plush skin of the bold dragon tattoo inked on his stomach. The noise of the skin-to-skin contact does nothing to help the throbbing between my legs—my own cock has become heavier at the sight of his.
Then I see it. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Is that a dick piercing?
Fox expels a gruff chuckle that confirms what I’m seeing is real. But I don’t look up at the sound, unable to take my eyes off this man’s glorious cock—a true God-given gift.
The head of it is dark pink and swollen, precum leaking from the slit. He’s long and thick, and the veins are so prominent I could see them from across the room. I’d wondered if maybe his shaft would be tattooed as well, but no. In place of ink, though, there is, in fact, a piercing just under the head on the frenum. A small silver bar goes under the skin and is held in place by two small silver balls on each end.
The sound of a cap opening is the only thing that draws my attention away from it.
“Morgan,” Fox says as he dribbles some of the lube over the head of his dick, the viscous liquid pooling in his slit alongside his precum before making its way down the tight engorged skin. “Be a good little lamb, and do a little show and tell. Nathan needs to know how I like to be touched.”
Morgan shifts beside me, her warm body brushing against my arm as she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to pump roughly, working the lubricant over him.
Fox growls low in his throat, and the picture they make together is downright sinful—exactly how they looked when I came upon them last night. But this time, I’m front and center, a part of the show.
The realization throws me back into my body, and I remember my forearms are on his thighs and my hands are still gripping the fabric of his bunched clothes. Given how Morgan’s positioned herself, the cool metal of her nipple ring brushes against my right arm, and I debate what I should do. Does he want me to touch him? Touch Morgan?
“Use your words, Wife.”
Her head turns to me, and she grins. “Don’t be gentle.” She twists her hand as she says it then brings her other one to the base of his tight sac, gripping and squeezing until Fox’s head falls back against the recliner. He curses under his breath. Precum spurts from the tip, and for a split second, I wonder what it tastes like.
“Firm strokes. He also loves it when you do this.” Her fingers gently tug on the piercing, and Fox’s hips buck, his cock thrusting upward.
“Careful,” he warns. “I didn’t tell you to make me come.”
Morgan’s smile is devilish now, which says she did that on purpose, and more excitement builds within me. She has so much power here on her knees. Fox may be in charge, but he’s at her mercy.
Now I want him to be at mine.
“May I try?” The words are out of my mouth before I can truly process them, but there’s no awkward pause or question to ask me if I’m sure.
Morgan defaults to Fox for direction, and my gaze follows hers. His head is leaning back against the recliner, hooded eyes dark with need.
“Ask nicely,” he demands.
My balls tighten, and my spine tingles, the already sauna-like heat in my body skyrocketing at his command. “May I please try?”
“Try what?” he volleys.
Frustration ticks in my chest, but I understand why he’s pushing me to say what I want. If I can’t speak my desires out loud, I shouldn’t be doing this. But I want to. I really fucking want to.
“May I please touch your cock?” Fox lifts an eyebrow like he did before. “Sir,” I add quickly, the title easier to say this time even if it feels strange to do it.
He doesn’t speak his permission. Instead, he tips his bearded chin .
Morgan moves her hands for me, and Fox’s intense stare never leaves me as I slide my hands to his erection, the feeling of his jeans and skin starchy on my palms.
I’ve never touched anyone’s dick besides my own. If I’m being honest with myself, though, I think there were times that I imagined it, especially when I was younger. But I brushed it off because that “wasn’t me.”
The tips of my fingers brush over his coarse, trimmed blond curls on his pubic area, and Fox’s lower belly contracts. Knowing he’s anticipating my touch, wants my touch, makes my lip twitch.
At the first contact of my fingers on his balls, I suck in a quiet breath. The tight heat of his skin only makes me want this more. On instinct, I gather some of the lube and draw it up the base of his shaft, the skin so hot it almost burns me.
When I finally clamp my hand around his cock, my fingers barely touching around its girth, I squeeze him how Morgan showed me. His cock pulses beneath my grip, leaking more precum from the pressure.
Fox releases a low sound of pleasure that goes straight to my own cock, so I do it again, moving my hand up and down, coating my palm in the lube and his own arousal.
“That’s it,” Morgan praises. “Change the pressure as you go.”
I nod and lick my lips, my other hand digging into Fox’s thigh for balance as I jack him in varying kinds of strokes. Stronger then lighter, gripping then firm, but never too light. I become almost lost in the motion of it, watching the skin move up and down, his dick twitching under me as the massive man beneath me gets more and more worked up.
“Play with his piercing,” Morgan says softly, “but don’t pull too hard.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and nod again, taking the foreign object in my fingers and tugging on it lightly. Fox lets out a throaty moan, and once again, I’m struck by how powerful this feels. My body naturally leans closer, and I can feel Morgan’s hot breath on my cheek.
“You can tell him how much you like it,” she says against my ear, “how pretty his cock is.”
I swallow, unsure if I can speak that out loud. I’ve never talked that much during sex, and this…this is completely new.
Morgan sees my hesitancy and places her hand over mine so we’re both gripping Fox together. Her fist clenches around me, increasing the pressure on his cock, then she leans forward and spits on the crown, just as she did in the sauna with me.
Her saliva slides between our fingers, and she does it again before looking up at a very pleased Fox.
“Your cock is beautiful, Sir,” she purrs. “It’s so big. So fucking perfect. I love the way Nathan’s hand looks on you, tucked underneath mine. You’re so fucking massive, he almost can’t close his hand around it.”
“Fuck,” Fox groans, his hips once again thrusting up, seeking more from us.
I squeeze harder without Morgan’s help, and then I cup his balls. The sac tightens beneath my grip as I roll them how I like it. I don’t know if it’s universal for all men, but Fox grunts in pleasure.
“He likes that, Nathan. Keep doing it.”
I continue the motion, observing Fox as the skin beneath his beard flushes and a bead of sweat drops down from his forehead. His eyes connect with mine, and the icy blue has turned into that stormy color. He’s close. Very close.
Fuck. I’m going to make a man come with my hand.
My hips move forward of their own accord, and I grind my erection against Fox’s leg. My brow furrows from the sensation, and I press my lips together to keep myself from unloading in my sweats.
“Do you want to come, Nathan?” Fox’s strained voice slices through the heated air .
I press my lips together harder at being caught. Of course he felt that. How could he not? I was just rubbing my dick into him like a teenage boy dry humping his girlfriend in his parents’ basement.
“I—” My words fall flat on my tongue. I could say no, but that’s clearly a lie. I’m leaning into this, right? I’m already leaning into this. I have been.
“Yes,” I say on an exhale. But Fox doesn’t address me; instead, he turns his attention to Morgan.
“Touch yourself, lamb. Put that free hand of yours to good use.”
I track the movement of Morgan’s other hand, the one that’s not under mine, and see her fingers skating down her body and disappearing between her legs. She releases a soft cry as she touches herself, her hand squeezing me on impulse.
Fox clears his throat, bringing my gaze to his. He looks more domineering than I’ve ever seen him yet vulnerable somehow. “Use my leg to get yourself off, but do not come until I do,” he barks at me. “Same goes for you, Wife.”
“Yes, Sir.” Morgan sighs, her hand still working her clit while the other helps me jack him off.
I want to ask what happens if I come before he does, but if Morgan is listening, I decide I don’t want to find out. I look down at my crotch and see a wet stain on the front from my precum. My entire body heats when I think about the mess I’m going to make.
There’s a shift, and then Fox’s finger is lifting my gaze to his. “Make a fucking mess, Nathan. That’s what a washer is for.”
His filthy words send a lightning bolt to the base of my spine. As if my hips have a mind of their own, I grind against him and release a groan, my hands around his balls and cock gripping him so tightly I feel his body shudder.
“That’s it,” he praises, settling back in his chair. “Such good little whores for me. ”
My head drops back, and my brain tells me I shouldn’t like that, but fuck. I thrust my hips against his leg, seeking more pressure. When the bone of his shin rubs against my sensitive crown, I almost fall face forward into his lap but somehow manage to keep myself upright.
“Good boy, Nathan,” he grunts. “Work my fat cock harder.”
“Oh god,” I mutter, my eyes closing as I get lost in everything I’m feeling. My dick against Fox’s leg, Morgan’s heated body beside me making mewling noises as she chases her own release, and my hand around Fox’s thick and heavy erection.
“Sir.” Morgan exhales, her husky voice strained. “I can’t wait too much longer.”
“Do not come, or I won’t let Nathan’s dick anywhere near those pretty holes of yours.”
“ Please , Sir,” she pleads desperately, the sound only making me grip Fox tighter.
He grunts. “Suck me, lamb. And don’t waste a fucking drop of my cum.”
Morgan releases her grip around my hand. She maneuvers herself so she’s still rubbing her clit but is able to lean forward until her mouth is closing around the head of Fox’s cock. Her thick hair curtains her face as she begins to bob, the soft strands brushing against my arm and Fox’s groin.
“Suck harder,” Fox demands.
The noisy sound of her sucking and licking only adds to my arousal. My hand manages to find a rhythm with Morgan’s bobbing head, her tongue and lips touching my fingers as I pump Fox.
“Tell me, Nathan. Do you like what you see?”
I press my hips harder into his leg. “Yes,” I say in a needy voice that doesn’t sound anything like mine. “I like seeing her lips around your big cock.”
Fox vibrates in agreement, and my cheeks heat at the words I said, but then I’m distracted by his fingers tucking the hair away from Morgan’s face to give us both a better view of her sucking .
“My wife is such a beautiful whore. A whore who’s thirsty for her husband’s cum.”
She moans, and without warning, Fox shoves her head down when my hand slides near the base of his shaft. She gags violently, but he doesn’t let up, holding her down until her cheeks become red. The sight should appall me, but the muscles in my low abs clench, and I punch my hips forward against Fox’s leg.
“Oh, shit. I’m—” I cry. “I’m going—”
Fox chuckles, his palm still holding Morgan on his cock, her nose flaring wide so she can breathe. “Better be quick and make me come, then.”
Morgan must do something with her throat because Fox hisses and grunts. I use the moment of his ecstasy to my advantage and squeeze the base of him, rolling his balls before gripping them tight.
“Come,” he growls, his command echoing in my ears.
Morgan makes a keening noise around Fox’s cock as her body shudders from her orgasm, and I feel Fox’s dick throb as his balls unload his release down his wife’s throat. The pulsing heat of it and the noise of Fox’s loud grunt triggers me, too, and I fall over the edge with them.
My hips jerk against his leg, and I can’t stop my head from falling near his pelvis, his musky scent filling my nose as I come violent and fast. My fingers squeeze around him as I ride out the complete and utter nirvana wracking my body.
I don’t know if it’s seconds or minutes later, but I only manage to turn my head when I feel warm, wet fluid dripping over my fist that’s still gripping the base of Fox’s cock. My eyes track from my hand to Morgan’s lips that are still sucking his length, and I watch his spend leak from her swollen mouth and drip down onto my skin.
I’ve never seen anything like it, not even in the porn I’ve watched. My dick jumps again as if an invisible hand is milking it, and I exhale a shaky breath. After a few more moments, Fox gently guides Morgan from his cock.
I automatically loosen my grip around him as I lift my head.
“Every last drop,” he tells her, the words an order.
Morgan doesn’t balk as her mouth returns to where my hand still is. She laps up Fox’s release, cleaning both his still hard length and then my hand, humming and moaning while Fox tucks her hair behind her ear lovingly.
When Morgan’s head turns to meet my eyes, she’s smiling despite her abused lips and red cheeks. I half smile at her, not quite believing what we just did.
After she gets in another few licks and lays a short kiss on my hand, Fox turns her chin to him. “Good girl,” he praises, cupping her cheeks.
With their focus now zeroed in on each other, they go still. He doesn’t blink until she nods at him, a silent and tender check-in to make sure she’s okay. My stomach twists, and a longing fills me as I continue to come down from my high. It’s a longing that, for the first time ever, makes me wish I had something like that, someone who loves and cares for me as much as they clearly do for each other.
I begin to pull away, but before I can go too far, Fox’s hand grips my wrist. When I meet his eyes, I expect to find them icy or see that godforsaken neutral expression of his on his face, but I don’t.
His stare is searching, soft. A similar tenderness to what he just gave Morgan is now being given to me. “You good?” he asks.
My heart stops beating in my chest at his question. It’s a real, genuine question, not a command or a gruff-sounding bark. Instead, it’s kind and almost unsure, like he’s afraid I’ll say I’m not and that we took things too far.
But we didn’t, because I’m fine. Better than fine. I feel…great. Or better yet, I feel lighter than I’ve felt in a long time, as if this was something I needed to do, something I needed to experience .
“I’m good.” I exhale, knowing I could say more but that I don’t need to.
Fox holds my wrist for another beat before he releases it. “Good, because we’re just getting started.”
My nostrils flare, and my cock stirs against the mess I made in my sweats. “More?”
Fox chuckles, a dark sound that has the hairs standing up on my arms. But I can’t deny I’m curious about what that “more” will be. “Yes. But first, we should clean up and eat.”
Morgan, whose head has been resting on Fox’s thigh, reaches over to squeeze my hand. “Do you like steak?”
My lips press into a line, and I try to hold myself together, but I burst out laughing. The question is so ridiculous, especially with her nude form at Fox’s feet and my hand still resting near his half-hard cock.
Morgan eyes me before joining in, her husky laugh warming something deep inside me, filling the empty space that was there just hours ago. I even feel Fox’s body vibrate with amusement, though no laughter leaves his lips.
“I do like steak,” I say, once I manage a breath.
Morgan grins. “Perfect. If you didn’t, we’d have to throw you out in the snowbank.”
I huff another laugh and squeeze her hand back, the promise of a nice dinner and more debauchery hanging easily around us.