They filled her, over and over again, driving through the aftershocks of her orgasm until the pressure built once more, tension coiling tighter and tighter until both cocks drove hard and deep and she erupted again, inner muscles milking them until they exploded inside her. Hot jets of cum spurted in her pussy and her ass for so long she went limp in their arms. Only their strength kept her from falling in the water.
They eased out of her, hands supporting her as she stumbled out of the water, an arm around the waist of each man. She sat on the grass, staring at the waterfall without paying attention to the magnificent scenery. Senses scrambled, brain mush, she flopped onto her back and closed her eyes. "That was the most fabulous thing…"
Eyes fluttering open, Morgan blinked in the sunlight streaming through the window across the bed and let out a soft groan of protest expecting that fabulous dream to fade from her mind. The mattress shifted and she glanced at Michael asleep beside her in the small bed. A slow satisfied smile curved her lips as images filled her mind: the shower, and the sex imaginable on the planet. Other images crowded in, mingling. Michael and Muse, and the waterfall forest under the full moon… and her heart raced at the steaming memories. What a dream!
It blazed in her mind: a volcanic interlude she could only wish had been real. But I can write it! Slow and easy, so as not to wake her lover, she inched the covers aside and eased out of bed. She tiptoed across the floor, pulling Michael's shirt on so the tails flapped around her thighs. She buttoned up the two middle buttons as she walked down the cramped stairs and into the galley-style kitchen. She made coffee and as it brewed, powered up her laptop computer and opened her story file.
As yet, the narrative had no title but as the scene in the night's dreams poured through her mind, she typed fast and furious to get it all down before it vanished from her head. Her fingers slowed and she typed the last sentence, amazed at the eroticism that raced from her mind the past few days. Guess I haven't lost my creative touch after all. Morgan grinned, stretched the kinks out of her back and neck, and stood up as the aroma of strong black coffee penetrated the sensual fog surrounding her.
Awareness teased her senses and she looked up from the coffee pot to find Michael at the bottom of the stairs, a strange yet fascinated or maybe even astonished expression etching his face.
"Michael?" She paused in the act of pouring coffee into a chipped mug and studied his bemused expression. "What is it?"
"I had the most…" He stared at her for a long moment and then continued. "Interesting, um… erotic dream last night."
She arched an eyebrow as her own dreams raced into full consciousness. "Us?" Uncertainty spiked and she only watched him.
"Us and…" His neck moved as he swallowed hard. "Muse. It was…"
Tension escalated and the silence stretched for so long, Morgan prompted, "Was what?" She swallowed hard, suspicion nagging at her. Was it really a dream? Did I really….? No way! No man would…!
Michael narrowed his eyes, watching her as though he'd seen every thought in her head. "It was very erotic, and not something I'd normally do, or condone, but… I couldn't seem to help myself. When I found you with… him… it was such a turn on…"
Knees weak, Morgan lowered the coffee mug to the counter and just stared at him, leaning against the counter for support as her mind raced for something, anything, to say. "I… dreamed…." Sensation swept her memory, and then her senses.
Understanding dawned in his eyes. "You had the same dream? How…" He paused and then nodded. "Muse, I'd bet. That is one sneaky bastard. But why a threesome? Did he want you as well and dreams were the only way?"
Morgan let out a slow breath, eyeing Michael's stern expression. "Yes, I had the same dream, if that's what it was."
"You think it could have been… we actually…?" He shook his head, denial hardening his voice. "I don't play like that."
Taking one step and then another, Morgan approached him at a cautious pace. He took one step back, but then seemed to change his mind and just stood his ground, allowing her to come to him.
"Was it a dream or was it real?" she murmured, unsure what to believe now. "Was it so bad?" she asked a little louder but still in a hushed tone.
Michael's expression hardened. "I'm a one woman man and I don't share."
"Seeing us turned you on," she reminded him. "It turned you on enough to actually join us."
"I thought it was a dream, that it was some fantasy…"
"A fantasy… you'll fantasize and dream but when you get what could be the real thing, you get angry?"
He stepped back from her, uncertainty in his eyes lessening the intensity etched on his face. "This is not what I had in mind for a true, lasting relationship."
That protest ringing in her ears, Morgan stepped back from him. The implied insult sparked her temper. "You think I planned all this, that I wanted this kind of mess?!" Her voice rose another octave. "He's not even real, for heaven's sake. Everything was a dream, a harmless dream. We just happened to have the same dream is all."
"Coincidence?" Michael shook his head. "No way. Impossible. But you're right. He isn't real, so none of this can be real."
Morgan shook her head in exasperation. "Then what are we fighting over?"
"Good question," Muse inserted, materializing into the tense atmosphere, a broad smile curving his lips. Humor sparkled in the silver eyes sweeping over them.
Morgan shot him a sharp glance and Michael only glared at him. Silence stretched, like a rubber band about to snap between three points of a vibrating triangle. Looking from one man to the other, Morgan floundered. Which one? And how do I choose between a man and a… whatever the hell Muse really is?!
"Something wrong here?" Muse quipped s though he knew the exact issue causing the argument. "I thought you two were perfect for each other."
"Until you stuck your nose, or rather your dick, into the middle of things," Michael muttered, turning away as he buttoned the shirt he'd left open before coming downstairs.
"No," Morgan reached for him but he evaded her grasp. "Michael, don't go."
"Why?" He looked over his shoulder, blue eyes sharp as a serrated blade. "So you can have both of us again?"
"Damn it, it was all a dream… just a dream. I want you, only you." Stunned at the truth slipping out before she even thought it, Morgan closed her mouth on further protests. I won't beg, she vowed. Ever. If he wants to run off like a kid in a snit, let him.
Michael stopped, but didn't turn around. Hands clenched into fists, shoulders hunched, he said one word. "Exclusively?"
Morgan gulped, on the edge of something either wonderful if she only took the plunge. "Yes." Barely a whisper, the word escaped her before she could call it back. This level of commitment shot terror straight through her. I won't give up, she vowed. Ever.
He turned to face her, his expression inscrutable. "Will it be enough? Will I be enough after…?" He nodded at Muse, who only watched with a smug expression.
Morgan nodded, throat tight as she waited for the verdict. I won't ask, not again.
Michael crossed the distance in a blur, swept her into his arms, and kissed her until her senses swam and her lungs burned for oxygen. Passion smoldered in his eyes as he pulled and fixed a hard glare on Muse, who watched them with pleasure.
"I think we've had enough of you," Michael stated, his tone permitting no argument. "You can go now, and don't come back."
"I do have to leave for a while," Muse said with a sly smile. "But I will be back. After all, what will a writer and an artist do without a Muse?"
"We're not interested in your sexual escapades," Michael insisted as he pulled Morgan closer, his arm over her shoulders. "You don't need to come back."
Muse arched an elegant black eyebrow. "For someone who demands honesty, you don't give it to yourself often, Michael. If last night's 'dream' went totally against your wishes, you would never have joined in."
"So it was a dream?" Morgan interrupted, apprehension riding
a twinge of disappointment. "We just happened to have the same dream? Or was it real?"
Muse grinned, a sly twinkle in his eyes. "It was whatever you need it to be." He looked at Michael with such intensity Morgan wondered what he found within Michael's mind. "You can't deny what you felt, what you needed, Michael. But you needn't dwell on it. I have no interest in taking Morgan with me, even if I could. I am not human and I cannot live as one, even if I were so inclined."
Morgan looked up at Michael, surprised by the dull flush of embarrassment reddening his face. "Michael?"
"A fantasy?" Michael intoned. "One you graciously granted for me or for Morgan?"
"Hmm" Muse thought for a moment and then smiled. "Both. I often meddle in the lives of my charges, when I'm here, but not often do I find two people who need each other and fit together so well."
"You did that, and could have accomplished the same goal without sex."
Muse shook his head. "You are a stubborn one, Michael. You always were. Think of it as a gift of adventure. Not to be repeated, but perhaps as a memory."
The tension in the arm around her shoulders eased and Morgan let out a sigh as she snuggled closer. Michael gave her swift hug and said, "All right, but I think we can handle the passion on our own now."
Muse smirked. "I'm sure I can, but I may pop in from time to time. After all, what is an artist without the Muse?" With that, he vanished from sight.
Morgan gaped. "I guess he really isn't… human." Turning, she settled against his chest and peered up at him. "So, technically, there was no other man… just you."
A slow smile curved Michael's lips. "Technically, I suppose not, but it gives me a headache to think about him so I won't." He arched an eyebrow. "Think you could be happy with a mere human man?"
"As long as that 'mere human man' is you, yes." She dropped her gaze from his eyes to his mouth, the slow curve of his lips into an intimate smile sparking an answering desire deep inside her. "Take me back to bed."
"My pleasure." He lifted her into his arms and fastened his mouth to hers as passion swirled around them.
The End
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