30. Nathan
Chapter 30
Nathan
I feel as if my eyes were closed for the first twenty-eight years of my life and now they’ve been blown wide open. I keep thinking I should feel weird about what we’re doing, or at least guilty that I’m liking this, but I don’t. It’s obvious Morgan likes this, that she wants it. And I want to give it to her.
Fox pulls away from Morgan and comes to stand next to me. For another moment, we admire her ample form. The way her thighs have begun to shake from how she’s fastened to the spreader bar, how her pussy is dripping onto the bed just like the spit from her mouth. She’s ours for the taking, the using, in every single way possible.
“You know,” Fox says, “we could leave her like this, let her teeter on the edge of pleasure and pain for hours. We could drink mulled wine from her and eat off her back like our own personal table. She would do it, too, for us. Wouldn’t you, Wife?”
Morgan groans but nods from the bed, and while the image is a bizarre one, more blood flows to my cock at the thought. But I don’t want to do that to her—I don’t need to do that to her.
Fox must see what I’m thinking on my face because he places a hand on my shoulder, his cheek twitching in a smile that’s not really a smile—a feature of his I’ve come to know.
“Use her, Nathan. Or if you’d rather, I can tie you up, and you can join her. ”
The way he says the threat almost joyfully has my body heat rising ten degrees, and I can’t deny I’m interested. I’ve already imagined myself at his mercy. Fuck, I’ve been at his mercy and came in my pants because of it. I’ve tasted a little bit of the humiliation that comes from being used, and I liked it, which is why I shouldn’t question why Morgan likes it.
But I don’t want to be tied up right now—I want to accept what Fox and Morgan are offering.
I take a couple of steps toward the edge of the bed, stopping at the mouth of Morgan’s open legs. Her head is partially raised from the position she’s locked in, and I stop myself from getting a pillow to make the strain easier on her. Fox hooked her up this way for a reason, and she hasn’t used her clicker, so instead, I study her up close.
Her body is flushed, and there’s a light sheen of sweat accumulating on her skin from her exertion. Spit drips down her mouth and chin, and her cheeks are wet from tears as her throat works around the gag.
My gaze drags from her tight pierced nipples down the soft rolls of her stomach to the plush mound of her pussy. The way she’s spread open, I don’t need Fox to show me how her vaginal muscles contract or how turned on she is because her arousal is dripping down her thighs, the fire making it shimmer.
I can also see the jewel from the butt plug that covers her tight back hole. It’s shaped like a red heart, and it’s still buzzing inside her, keeping her on the brink of orgasm. It’s a lot to take in, but I can’t deny it turns me on.
I yelp from a swat to my ass, and I turn to find Fox close behind me. That cheek twitches again, and I take the hint, ignoring how much I like the sting his strike left behind. With my eyes still on his, I put my hands in the waistband of my sweats and tug them down.
When I step out of them, my cock bobs in the warm air, and I wrap my fist around it as Fox observes me. I pump once, twice. The feeling of my fist is nothing like Morgan’s warm mouth, but it takes the edge off for a second, and it keeps Fox’s attention on me like I want.
The man on my mind licks his lips, and my eyes drop to his lower half. His cock is hard in his sweats, and while I know we’re both dominating Morgan—and I understand he’s still in charge—I remember what he said about my wolf. His head tilts to the side in question, and I decide then that I need to own what I’m feeling. I’m in a safe place to explore with two people who clearly want me. I need to stop holding back.
“You take her mouth; I get her pussy,” I say with a coy smirk.
Morgan moans as Fox takes a step toward me. “Make it good,” he taunts playfully. “I want my wife to scream your name while her mouth is stuffed with my cock.”
Fox drops his pants to the floor, and, without another word, he proceeds to the bed. He grabs Morgan under her armpits and drags her so she’s sideways, giving me enough room to get on the mattress and prepare to fuck her. This also drapes her head over the edge so Fox can use her mouth.
Fuck, this is really happening. It’s like my vision from earlier, except I get to watch Fox take her throat as I fuck her pussy.
I jack my fist up and down my cock again, already imagining what it’s going to feel like when her hot, silken cunt is milking me and the plug inside her ass vibrates against my shaft. My skin tightens with need, and I crawl on the bed, my focus turning to Fox as he cradles Morgan’s head.
He carefully undoes the buckles on the gag, pulling the dildo from her mouth. Morgan sucks in a breath, more saliva coating her face as she takes down air.
“That’s it, lamb,” Fox soothes. “Breathe while you can.” The softness of his tone is a funny match to the words he’s speaking, but Morgan obeys, taking in another breath.
“Our little wolf is going to fuck you, did you hear?”
“Yes, Sir. ”
My pulse quickens at my new nickname, and I observe their interaction with more interest now. New feelings swirl low in my stomach.
Fox hums, licking a tear that’s come out from under her blindfold. “Do you think you deserve it?”
“No, Sir.”
My movements still—I wasn’t expecting her to say that.
“What would make you deserve it?” Fox looks up at me as he asks, his thumb tracing the outline of her swollen lips.
“Only if I pleased you both.”
He hums again, the sound rich. “You please me by wanting to, lamb.” His hand trails from her mouth, and I become lost in a trance as he reaches her nipple. He thumbs the piercing and then tugs on it, doing the same to the other, only stopping once they’re red and Morgan’s gasping.
My cock twitches in my palm, and I swallow, wetting my dry mouth.
“What about you, wolf? Has my wife pleased you?”
Sparks light at the base of my spine, and I place my cock at her entrance, notching the tip in. Her head throws back.
“Does that answer your question, Morgan?”
“Yes, Nate.” She moans.
I move my cock in a small circle, her opening fluttering around my swollen crown. I manage to hold back a curse and still my hips, placing my hands on the spreader bar that’s locking her legs open.
“Morgan,” I say, my tone harsher now. “Do not come until I give you permission, yes?” The words feel foreign on my tongue, but I like them all the same.
“Yes, Nate.”
I roll my shoulders back and sink my cock inside her another inch, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I do. Fox chuckles, and my gaze snaps to his as he stands upright .
I stare into his darkening blue eyes with questions in mine, and he dares a gentle smile at me. It’s still not a full smile, but it’s one he hasn’t given me before.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Glad to see our wolf is showing his fangs.”
I flash him a playful smile that shows my teeth then finally act on what I’ve been imagining since I saw Morgan in this very bedroom.