In the background, she could hear Alex doing to Ryan what she was doing to Ethan.
Ethan gripped her hair, guiding her into a rhythm that she imagined paralleled the one happening behind her. What she wanted was to work Ethan’s cock with her mouth and hand until he came. If possible, she’d swallow cum before Alex did.
Pausing to take a breath, she gently kissed Ethan’s cock head, loving the satiny-soft feel of his helmet and the steel-hardness of his shaft.
“If Morgan gets him off before I come, you’re to answer for it with your ass offered over the sofa,” Ryan warned with a dominance that made Morgan tremble in submissive awe.
“I will not fail, Doc,” Alex murmured, resuming the slurping, sexy sound of taking his man’s penis into his mouth.
Call her crazy, but knowing the men were in full D/s mode only added to the eroticism of the moment. If she made Ethan come after Ryan did, she’d spare Alex a bare-assed spanking.
Of course, she’d learned that discipline was every bit as exciting as sex. If Alex relished walking the razor’s edge between pleasure and discomfort as much as she did, getting spanked in front of witnesses would be orgasmic for him.
Putting her head back into the game, she lavished attention upon her man. Ethan’s pleasure had to come before everything else. Licking in earnest, she chuckled softly when he hissed and bucked, sending his dick into the heart of her mouth.
She absolutely refused to gag or lose contact with Ethan’s cock. She wanted it. She was going to take it.
“Blow him good, woman,” came Doc’s instruction across the room. His voice was incredibly quiet, yet extremely sexy. “You want to please your Master? Take his dick down your throat. Let him fuck your mouth without having to worry that you might demur or show fear.”
“Do as Doc says, sub,” Ethan ordered.
The grizzly-like growl he gave off told her that he meant it. Ethan wanted to be deep-throated? Well, hell, she’d take it and do so before Alex earned Ryan’s cum.
Wrapping her fingers around his veined girth, she jacked Ethan without mercy. She’d already learned that he preferred it over a softer stroke. His balls were tender and she carefully slowed down long enough to tickle his sac with her extended pinky finger to add to the stimulation.
Relaxing her jaw, she took Ethan’s cock until the helmet tapped the back of her tongue. Recalling what Alex had done, she adjusted her position and Ethan thrust as deep as he could go. Deep-throating Ethan was naughtier than watching someone else doing it.
Thinking only of Ethan, she gave him control. He moved her head, he thrust his hips. He pushed himself deep, so damn deep, and withdrew at his desire. She drew back momentarily to suck on her right index finger, keeping his cock trapped firmly in her left hand.
Ethan snagged her hair sharply. “I’ve not given permission to stop, sub.”
“Sorry, Master,” she said obediently, working her right hand around to his ass.
Sexual madness had taken hold of her. She knew exactly what she intended to do, risking censure from her Master when she was through, and it still didn’t stop her.
Drawing him back into her mouth, she continued to let him think he had the lead. Working her wet finger between his ass cheeks, she found his tight little hole without qualm.
Ethan stiffened. She didn’t let it scare her. She was empowered. He was thrusting again, pulling her braid, controlling the depth of penetration, and she took everything she could. Her jaw was getting sore and it still didn’t matter.
Her aim was true as her finger speared into his puckered hole. Carefully, she worked her saliva-soaked finger inside until it disappeared and began fucking his ass as he fucked her mouth.
Time seemed to stand still. Ethan’s guttural groans matched those of the Master nearby. The wet, erotic sounds of two lovers working out their men became her mantra.
She closed her eyes, letting it all happen, letting Ethan have his way. At last she felt him tremble, knew by experience that he was on the verge of coming. Doc’s grunts grew harsher, more erratic.
Ethan expelled a breath, calling out her name and grabbing her hair hard enough to hold her very still as cum splashed her tongue and coated her throat. Waiting until his trembles stopped, she swallowed, licking up any traces of cum remaining.
“I love you,” Ethan praised her after withdrawing to watch her lick her lips, and tucked his softening cock away. As gentle as ever, he drew her to her feet and hugged her.
“Now you know I love you enough to do anything for you,” she said.
“Bring Morgan to me, Ethan,” Doc insisted, apparently spent because Alex was standing and in his husband’s arms.
“All respect to you, Doc, but I can’t move right now,” Ethan admitted, laughing out loud.
“When you can move, do it.”
“Doc’s bossier than you,” Morgan said to Ethan.
“Ryan’s worse than any Maddox,” Alex admitted. “Don’t let his professional surgeon’s façade fool you. He’s a badass who talks softly and commands a big stick.”
“From what I could see, he has a beautifully humongous…stick,” Morgan added. “And here I thought my Master’s cock was the biggest I’d ever known.”
“Doc’s got no complaints about mine,” Alex said.
“He’s perfect,” Ryan added.
Ethan gripped her shoulders. “Don’t compare, sub. I might take issue with it.”
“I’m not scared,” she countered.
“When you test his mettle, he’ll scare you. But show no fear as you did just now. He won’t hurt you,” Doc advised. “I’ll grant you one thing, sweetheart. Your Master’s cock is impressive. Take care of it, you possess it. Never forget that.”
Now that she was on her feet, Morgan wasn’t quite sure what to do. Ethan made the decision to walk her across the room to Ryan’s side.
“Did Alex win or did I?”
“Alex swallowed as Ethan came. We’ll call that a draw. It was sexy as all hell to watch you make a Maddox come.” Ryan spoke with a confidence that hadn’t wavered from the beginning of their oral sex fest to the end.
Morgan was buzzing all over in the same way she had when she and Ethan finished their paddle session in the attic. And her pussy was soaking wet. She needed an orgasm badly.
So badly that if she didn’t come, she might just rub her clit raw in front of these men. Granted, she was still sore from so much sex the night before. If she gave it a second, the need would ease. She hoped.
“Hell, Doc, you’re going to make me blush,” Ethan said, smiling and at ease.
Like Ryan, Ethan hadn’t lost his Alpha grizzly personality. If anything, Ethan looked as proud as a peacock.
Rightfully so. Morgan was now sure of herself when it came to giving head. Another man might not be as pleased, but she didn’t have to worry about that. She was never going to touch another man. Ethan was her one and only true love.
Ryan kept Alex close to his side. He didn’t flush or show sign of discomfort for being nude. Morgan didn’t dare look down. He caught hold of her chin, keeping her eyes trained on his face.
“You did great,” he praised. “It was your choice to stay with us. Thank you.”
“You two were sexy together. How could I not be moved by it?” Morgan said.
“Voyeurism is a kink that my husband and I share, but we’d never take it further with another couple,” Ryan told her. “Your Master is a Maddox. He won’t share you. I won’t share Alex because I’m a possessive sonofabitch. Understand what I mean?”
She nodded her head slightly, remaining under Ryan’s command. She understood that there were times when couples had open relationships. As sexy as the morning had been, doing anything more than watching wasn’t something Morgan wanted and she was glad to know neither would Alex and Ryan.
“I do, Master,” she said, hopefully calling Ryan by the correct title.
“And this scene doesn’t leave this room,” Alex remarked. “Trust us.”
“If it did, I’d have to kick your pretty asses,” Ethan stated.
Alex laughed. “My ass was covered. But thanks for the props.”
“Sure thing, sugar-pie,” Ethan teased, doing the worst imitation of a Southerner Morgan had ever heard. “Doc, on the other hand, was a surprise. Alex Grant, you are one lucky sonofabitch. Who knew scrubs concealed such a package?”
“Keep your eyes off my husband’s package or you’ll lose yours,” Alex warned.
The friendship that existed between them remained. It was as much a relief as orgasm would be if she could ever find a minute alone. At this point, all she’d need was a minute…maybe less.
Except, yeah, Doc was freakin’ huge and Morgan was a tad envious over that fact. Fortunately for her, Ethan’s cock was big and mighty fine. Plus, he knew how to use what he had.
“Size doesn’t matter,” she commented.
“Oh love, yes it does,” Alex argued, the Kentucky accent very real with an added purr. Wow, wow, Alex Grant was incredibly sexy. “Now you know why I had to marry Ryan. Anyone who tries to touch him is asking for a butt-whooping.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t touch,” Morgan promised. “I’ll keep our secret, but don’t expect me to forget it. Sexiest damn thing I’ve ever done.”
“Hey! I’m the sexiest damn thing you’ve done,” Ethan corrected. “On that note, we’re going to wash up in the bathroom. You two have some fun until we get back.”
Ryan dropped his hand for Ethan to lead her off to the bathroom.
The second they sealed themselves inside the bathroom, Ethan took over. For a second she was dizzy. Ethan had spun her until her back was pressed up against the hardwood door.
“Ethan? What are you doing?”
“Rewarding you,” he answered, succeeding in pushing her jeans right down.
Morgan didn’t dare do anything but lift first her right leg, then her left. Ethan was determined to get her bottom half naked. So much so that he jerked the jeans off and grunted at having to spend two seconds doing it.
“Why jeans today, dammit? You couldn’t have worn a skirt to make this easier?”
“Sorry,” she apologized. “Ethan, we can’t!”
“Not going to fuck you. Gonna feast,” he promised as her panties were torn right off her body and flung aside and he knelt before her.
Splitting her thighs wide by placing his hands on her knees, he delved right in before she had the chance to object. Not that she would.
Oh god, no objections, especially when he remained cognizant of her soreness. Reverently, he swirled his tongue around her sensitive, swollen flesh. Soreness evaporated behind his kindness.
Every thought and sensation swept right to that one erogenous zone. Tension built and sprung with a ferocity that belied his incredibly gentle loving. Through it all, Ethan drank her juices, licking at her and swallowing her cream, before honing back in on her pulsing clitoris.
Another orgasm tore through her, mercilessly making her crave more. It shook her. But he wasn’t done. Not Ethan, not by a long shot. He shifted, spearing his tongue into her pussy and pushing it so deep it felt as if he licked her vaginal walls.
Morgan didn’t know if she was quiet or if the men in the other room heard them. Taking all he had to give, she began gyrating and thrusting, riding Ethan’s tongue, his face, anything her pussy touched.
From the other side of the door came a thud, thump and a grunt. More grunts ensued, seeming to increase Morgan’s need to come again. “That’s it, lover, fuck me good,” Ryan called out loudly.
Ethan thrust his tongue deeper, trying to be gentle for Morgan’s sake, and she loved him for it. “Yes!” she cried. “Love me, lick me, Master. Ruin me for all men save you.”
Her Master stabbed his tongue deep, withdrew and honed in on her clit. Gone was the gentle lover he’d been seconds ago. Now he went at her tender morsel with abandon, flicking his tongue over her nubbin so fast that he kept her on the edge of orgasm.
As she’d done to him in the living room, he backed off to drench his fingers in spit, giving her ass the reaming she didn’t expect. The burn was as harsh as a hornet sting, the stinging quickly transforming into scorching ecstasy.
Taking a finger up her ass shouldn’t be orgasmic, but the whole of what transpired shimmered through her with the heat and sizzle of Fourth of July sparklers. Tension ratcheted higher, the harp’s cord in her tummy threatening to snap.
Finally, finally she came, crying out from the extreme decadence of climax. Every inch of her was aware of Ethan’s tongue lapping up her dew. She could smell him. She could smell her sex.
Thumping continued against the door one last time as two male shouts echoed through the penthouse. She didn’t care about that. Gently, she touched her lover’s head, thanking him for the gift he’d given to her today.
Ethan stood and gathered her close, gently rocking her as she came down from her orgasmic orbit. He’d played her quim as though he were a pianist, knowing when to pluck the keys, when to strike the chords and when to let the crescendo reach its peak.
Fitting since he was the keyboardist in the Maddox Brothers band.
“Thank you, Master,” she uttered, lowering her forehead to his broad shoulder.
“You’re welcome, my beautiful sub. You earned a just reward. For that alone, I will not discipline you as I’d planned when we go back to Phalen and Cassie’s place.”
“If I want to be disciplined, would you?”
“You’re going to have to wait until we’re in Boston. I didn’t plan this, honey, but I am awed by your willingness to let me eat out your pussy while Ryan was getting fucked by a very horny man.”
“You can tongue my pussy anytime. That was incredible.”
Ethan hugged her tighter, keeping her there until she stopped trembling. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Perfect. My whole body is happy, very happy. You better hold me for a little while longer. I might float up to the sky.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, holding her close to keep her grounded. “At least they’re quiet now. Thought they’d never stop. Got to give Alex credit, the stamina to do what he did against the door…damn!”
“Please tell me you don’t want more anal sex tonight. Your finger was fine. Anything more, I might scream.”
“I promise to make you scream later. I won’t use anything more than my tongue if you’re nice.”
Ohmigod, Ethan didn’t mean he was going to tongue her ass. No way. They couldn’t. He shouldn’t. Oh hell, she was so not getting aroused again.
“Down, girl, down,” Morgan ordered her traitorous pussy. “Ethan Maddox, you’re turning me into a nympho or something.”
“As long as you devote said nymphomania to me, I’m not complaining.” Ethan drew back and smoothed his hand through her braided hair, fixing errant strands. “As pretty as ever.”
“Great sex is better than makeup.”
“And good for the soul, kiss me and we’ll wash up.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, smiling back at him.
Ethan lowered his head and Morgan kissed him reverently, loving the chance to taste herself on his tongue. They separated long enough to wash their hands at the sink and their privates with wet flushable bathroom tissues. He found two small paper cups, filled them with Scope and they were able to freshen their breath with the minty rinse.
Ethan helped her redress, stuffed her ruined panties in his pocket and zipped his jeans. When they were both ready, he grabbed her hand and opened the door.
She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when they stepped out of the bathroom. Alex was buttoned up in the same business suit he’d been in all morning and sitting on a comfy-looking leather chaise lounge with the Wall Street Journal in his hands.
Ryan came out of their bedroom wearing blue scrubs and a white lab coat. Ryan Hathaway, MD, FACS was stitched in red lettering above the front lapel pocket.
“Ryan, can I ask what the initials on
your coat mean? I understand the MD part, but the others, I’m not as sure,” Morgan inquired.
“In addition to being a medical doctor, I’m a Fellow of the American College of Surgeons,” he answered, tapping the lapel.
For a second, Morgan wondered if the thumping noises had been a dream. Then Ryan did the unthinkable. He winked at her, letting her know for certain that Ethan had actually tongue-fucked her while Alex fucked Ryan against the door.
She couldn’t even say she understood how the other couple managed to do it against the door. It sure sounded as though one of them had been standing. Whoa…it was a sure bet that Alexander Grant, business mogul and sports agent, was a certified stud!
Alex had always seemed so prim and proper and professional until he let Ryan back into his life. She had a pretty good sense that he’d been guarded because of personal trauma. Morgan supposed love conquered everything, even Alex’s guarded heart. She was very happy Ryan was his husband.
“Why don’t you two tell us why you came for a visit,” Alex suggested, setting aside the newspaper.
“Business advice,” Morgan answered. “Ethan has offered to become my business partner and we could use your help, Alex. I’d like to go back to college and can’t possibly do it on the income I have now. The money I’ll make by being part of Remy Sinclair’s TV series will help pay for tuition.”
“You came to the right place,” Ryan said. “Alex’s business sense is better than mine. Morgan, what’s your major going to be?”
“Archaeology, like my dad,” she answered proudly. “I already have an associate’s degree. I’d need an advanced degree to make a living though.”
“Excellent. If you need a recommendation, let me know. I’m glad to do what I can to help.” Ryan disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a couple bottles of water. “Drink this. You’re looking a little shaky. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
Morgan took the water, gratefully taking a generous swallow. Now that the buzz of multiple orgasms had settled into a low-vibrant hum in her woman’s center, she was able to concentrate on where she was.
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