Her legs quivered. So he wrapped his arm around her to keep her steady both for Trevon’s continued devouring and his own efforts. It took longer than he wanted to peel the stretchy material from her without ripping it or tugging her off balance. But when he slipped her leggings along with the pale pink cotton panties she’d had on beneath them from her feet, he smiled. She curled her toes in the plush area rug he’d placed under the bed, proving how much she relished every nerve in her body being fired.
Devra was reactive, sensual, and so open to the sensations bombarding her that she felt them down to the pretty pink-painted tips of her toes. This was going to be awesome.
With his playmates naked from the waist down, Quinn rose. He apologized for separating them for the moment it took to rid Devra of her dress. Trevon took care of his own shirt in the meantime, unwilling to wait a single second more than he had to before returning to pleasuring his wife.
In fact, he seemed to have overcome some of his anxieties about Devra’s willingness to participate. Maybe they didn’t need Quinn after all.
“You two are doing great. You’re ready for this. Are you sure you want me to stay?” he rasped, wishing he didn’t have to ask. But it was the right thing to do. They deserved to make this decision and to be selfish with their special moment if they thought it was for the best.
“Yes!” Devra cried even as Trevon roared, “Don’t go!”
Each of them flung out a hand, searching for him.
Devra whispered, “Show me what to do to make it good for him. Please.”
Trevon bared himself on a much deeper level than his naked body. “Make sure I don’t get too carried away and hurt her or miss any signs of her changing her mind as we go. I’m already getting lost in how she makes me feel.”
Quinn nodded, afraid his eyes might shimmer a little in the indirect lighting, giving away exactly how much their faith meant to him. So much more than a quick romp or a taboo way to get off. It felt…sacred, to be invited into their embrace.
And yet, part of him felt like an intruder. An outsider.
Like always.
He brushed those negative thoughts away and focused on pursuing ecstasy. Pure pleasure radiated off Devra and Trevon in waves powerful enough to saturate him with the feeling, too. Trevon was completely bared now. His cock was the largest Quinn had ever had the pleasure of seeing in person. Thick and long, with heavy balls to match. He would be a lot to handle for anyone, never mind someone with Devra’s nonexistent history.
She was so brave to open herself like this to new experiences and foreign beliefs about sex and love. Quinn admired her courage and open-mindedness.
She stood before them with only a basic nude bra on. And yet she seemed so powerful. She had no idea that she held both of the men in the palm of her hand.
Quinn reached around her to unhook the undergarment and peel it down her arms, revealing her breasts to the night air and the pair of very aroused males prepared to worship every inch of her.
They weren’t huge. The pert mounds would be perfect to fill his mouth, though. Quinn took Trevon’s hand in his and guided it to his wife’s chest.
When they were less than an inch from her tight nipples, he hesitated, peering into Devra’s eyes and waiting for her tiny nod before filling Trevon’s palm with her warm flesh. He squeezed his fingers on top of Trevon’s.
All three of them moaned.
Quinn let them discover this new pleasure while he quickly rid himself of his own clothes, throwing them somewhere in the corner of the room, instantly forgotten.
His cock throbbed, so he took it in hand and rubbed it, just enough to soothe the ache there as he watched Devra grind up against Trevon with sultry motions that were better suited to a professional exotic dancer than a woman about to lose her virginity.
“Why don’t you lay down? Get more comfortable?” Quinn directed.
He took Devra’s shoulders and guided her backward. Trevon followed, refusing to break contact as he kissed his wife over and over. Quinn didn’t blame him one bit. If he’d been given an open invitation like that, he’d take full advantage, too.
When they hit the fluffy bedding, Quinn rolled them so that Devra was on her back and Trevon on his side, angled inward. He and Devra were still making out while leaving their bodies open to Quinn’s whims.
The better to eat you, my dears, he thought to himself with a wicked smirk.
He spread Devra out on the bed so that both he and Trevon could shower her with bliss. He pushed her ankles apart, then wormed between them. Though he could have reached up and cupped one of her perky breasts, Quinn left that to Trevon.
He wrapped his fingers around Trevon’s wrist, watching the guy’s cock jerk in response to his touch. Focus, he reminded himself. Take it slow. Introduce them to each other. It’s about them, not you.
So he guided Trevon’s hand across his wife’s chest, using it to brush over her ruched nipples. On top of Trevon’s fingers, he pressed gently, wishing he knew what Devra’s skin felt like against Trevon’s palm. From Trevon’s groan, it was as velvety and smooth as it looked.
Trevon concentrated on Devra’s mouth and breasts, whispering reassurances to her between torturously slow kisses. Satisfied, Quinn retreated, allowing Trevon to take over those tasks so he could move on to other, next-level ministrations.
But first he stroked himself a few more times as he watched them explore and play, absorbing their wonder and unadulterated joy. When that didn’t suffice any longer, he began to supplement Devra’s pleasure, getting her as ready as possible for what would come by beginning at her toes, massaging and kissing his way toward the tops of her legs.
Quinn went as slowly as he could. Nearly impossible for a man used to speeding.
By the time he was close enough to breathe in the scent of her arousal, he thought he might come from the friction of his erection against the sheets alone. His hips ground into them as he rubbed his face against Devra’s inner thigh.
She moaned and arched toward him. Although she hadn’t experienced this before, her body knew what to do. It reacted to him and Trevon like it was made for them. Or at least for her husband.
Quinn chased away those thoughts by giving Devra more pleasure. He looked up at Trevon, who was watching him with rapt attention.
Trevon nodded. “Go ahead. I want her to be as wet as possible before…”
He didn’t say it, but all three of them knew what he meant—before he stretched his wife’s unused pussy around his fat cock and fucked her for the first time. Trevon was so concerned about others that her comfort and the quality of her experience mattered more than anything to him, including his own enjoyment.
Quinn thought the guy deserved to be rewarded for that generosity. So as he licked his lips and lowered his mouth toward Devra’s waiting pussy, he also reached out. Simultaneously, he connected with Devra’s wet flesh and wrapped his hand around Trevon’s long, thick cock.
They both cried out his name.
He froze. This wasn’t supposed to be about him.
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Fortunately, Trevon smoothed over Quinn’s gaff. He kissed Devra then, staring into her eyes as Quinn prepared her to take her first—and maybe only—lover. Trevon told her over and over how well she was doing, and how beautiful she looked as desire flushed her cheeks and made her eyes wild with passion.
Meanwhile, Trevon’s cock jerked in Quinn’s hand. It stiffened, growing even more as Quinn began to measure its length with slow, steady pumps of his fist.
Quinn felt like he’d reached the pinnacle of his life. He had the best of both worlds at his fingertips, Devra’s softness and Trevon’s hardness. They were equally appealing. He buried his face against Devra’s core, licking every bit of her that he could reach, paying special attention to her clit with the barest of contact at first, letting her get used to the intensity of the sensation.
And when she reached down and gripped his hair, fisting it in her petite hand, he nearly lost i
t. The tug on his scalp and the hints of pain only spurred him on. Quinn ate her, using his tongue to press inside her the barest bit before suckling on her clit.
“Oh, oh!” She squirmed and tried to warn them of her impeding explosion but it seemed like she couldn’t find the words. It didn’t matter. Both Trevon and Quinn understood what her body was telling them.
Trevon wrapped his arm around her and drew her as close to his heaving chest as he could. “I promise I’ll keep you safe tonight too. Surrender to it, Devra. I’ve got you.”
Quinn felt his eyes stinging even as he redoubled his efforts.
It was by far the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, ever been involved in, when she unraveled and came in Trevon’s arms, and on Quinn’s face. All of her nervousness and trepidation vanished as she rode out the pulses of rapture.
Trevon jerked then, his ass clenched tight, and he looked down at Quinn. “Stop, please. Or I’ll be next. Too soon.”
With a sigh of regret, Quinn relinquished his hold on Trevon’s cock. When Devra realized the men had stopped enjoying themselves and focused on her instead, she shook her head. “No, keep going. I need a minute over here.”
Quinn and Trevon exchanged questioning glances.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Trevon whispered. “I’m so turned on by you and the thought of finally making love to you that I might not be able to prevent myself from coming.”
He was so patient and gentle while educating her. It made Quinn’s heart beat even faster.
“I understand.” She kissed Trevon gently with lingering brushes of her lips. “But I want to see him taste you, too.”
“Why?” he asked.
Devra blushed. “I feel…weak, being this uninhibited and out of control by myself. Naked. It doesn’t feel normal.”
Quinn stepped in before they could go off the rails again like they had for so long. They thought far too much and needed to feel instead. “I promise you, nothing about this is ordinary and that’s a great thing.”
She winged her stare to him, her eyes wide and liquid.
Trevon seemed like he was about to object before Quinn silenced him by saying, “The connection you two have is special. But there’s nothing debauched or wrong about it. It’s…perfection.”
Devra relaxed then, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Fortunately, Quinn was capable of granting her wish while building her back up at the same time.
“I’ve got this,” he promised Trevon. “I won’t let you lose it before you’re inside her. She’s right, she needs a minute to ramp up again. I’ll keep you hard until she’s ready.”
“That’s not going to be a problem.” Trevon nuzzled his nose against Devra’s, melting part of Quinn’s heart.
He couldn’t stop himself then. He strained his neck forward and extended his tongue, lapping at the dot of precome on Trevon’s tip. It complemented the musk of Devra’s arousal left on his taste buds. But that single drop wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy his hunger.
Devra surprised them both by reaching down and putting her hand around Trevon’s cock, at least as much as she could grip, and aiming it at Quinn’s mouth. He didn’t hesitate, and plunged Trevon’s hard-on deep into his face with one long, fluid stroke. He sucked, licked, and bobbed, taking as much as he could without choking.
Meanwhile, he searched blindly with his left hand until it landed at the juncture of Devra’s thighs. He petted her gently, lightly, until her breath came in pants. Only then did his finger swirl around her clit from time to time. And when she finally whimpered, he slid his middle finger down her cleft and began to press against her opening.
Trevon groaned. A spurt of fluid landed on Quinn’s tongue, so he pulled off, switching to sucking on the guy’s ball sac instead. Trevon’s dick slid across Quinn’s face while Quinn began to finger Devra with slow, steady penetrations.
Some small part of him rejoiced, knowing he was the first to touch her there, like this.
She was soaking wet and steamy inside. Trevon was going to love burying himself in her sweet, tight pussy. Quinn rocked against the mattress, careful not to over-stimulate himself and break his concentration.
After he’d worked a second and then third finger inside Devra and scissored them open, he recaptured Trevon’s cock for a few farewell sucks.
When he lifted his head, he looked up at the couple and said, “It’s time. Are you both ready?”
They both nearly shouted, “Yes!” in unison.
So Quinn told them where he wanted them. “Devra, I think this will be best—most comfortable and enjoyable for you—if you get on your hands and knees. I can lay under you to support you and lick your clit while Trevon enters you from behind. He’ll have a lot of control that way, and if it’s too much for you, all you have to do is lunge forward. Okay?”
“Yes. Fine. Just…hurry.” Devra rolled and Quinn helped her into place, then went to his back between their legs and slid up the bed as if he was rolling under a car lift. He had a front-row seat to her deflowering when Trevon straddled them both and aligned the tip of his cock with her pussy.
Trevon leaned over her back and murmured in her ear, “I love you, Devra. Thank you for giving me this part of you.”
She turned her head to the side and kissed him before whispering, “It was always yours, Trevon. I just didn’t know if you wanted to take it.”
“I do. Too badly.” He groaned, then rocked the barest bit forward. Not enough to breach her opening, but enough to put pressure there. From his angle, Quinn saw Devra’s pussy clench involuntarily in response.
This was the moment they became lovers in addition to soul mates. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. And the hottest.
Trevon gripped Quinn’s bent knee hard enough to get his attention. “Don’t let me get carried away and hurt her. Please. Make sure it’s good for her, too. I want her to come all over my cock.”
They both knew it was going to be heaven for Trevon.
Quinn nodded. “I’ve got you both. I promise.”
Only then did Trevon relent. He released Quinn’s knee and blanketed Devra’s back, sheltering her with his much larger form. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.”
“I wish you would have said so.” Devra tipped her head and kissed her husband again and again. “I wish I would have told you that I’ve been dreaming of it, too. I never thought I could be this lucky.”
Quinn held his breath. He felt for the first time like he was intruding, and peered at the door. He must have shifted in that direction, too.
Trevon noticed and said, “Please don’t leave. I need you. Help me.”
How could Quinn resist a request like that? He put one hand on Devra’s tiny waist to hold her still, then reached beneath her to where Trevon’s remarkable cock was poised to enter her body. Beyond ready to be buried deep inside his wife.
Quinn lifted his head off the bed and licked Devra’s clit, distracting her and ramping her up again as he tugged Trevon closer by the dick. He fit the fat head of his cock tighter to Devra, who arched her back and dropped even lower, widening her legs so that Trevon could easily invade her tight opening.
Trevon advanced and Devra pushed back, inviting him deeper.
She was a natural. Instincts served her well.
Quinn rubbed the place where Trevon’s cock met her core, wetting his shaft with Devra’s own slickness. When he wasn’t sure if that would be enough, he licked his fingers and added his spit to the natural lubrication easing the insertion of Trevon’s cock.
Trevon’s thighs quivered, and his balls drew up tighter to his body.
Devra’s first time would be memorable as fuck, but it wasn’t going to be the sort of lovemaking that would last all night. None of them would survive that.
So Quinn did his best to make sure she enjoyed it more than most women did when they lost their virginity. He suckled her clit with short, soft pulses as Trevon advanced then retreated befor
e returning a little farther on each stroke. He worked his cock inside his wife until she held him fully within her, a feat Quinn hadn’t really thought possible.
Her pussy was stretched around Trevon’s girth, but she didn’t seem to mind.
No, she ground herself on Quinn’s face, riding him as surely as she did Trevon’s cock.
Both men moaned and gave her every bit of enjoyment they could. Quinn reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple, making her squirm and rock faster against them.
Time after time, she moaned Trevon’s name and once or twice Quinn’s. She lost all semblance of her usual propriety and gave herself over entirely to the flood of emotions and sensations they created together.
Her lower abdomen clenched once and then a couple more times in front of Quinn’s face as she fought her climax. The end was nearing.
So Quinn cupped Trevon’s balls in his hand and used the grip to pull the man forward. No matter how hesitant he was, he wasn’t about to resist Quinn’s hold there. He groaned and shouted first Devra’s name, and then Quinn’s. His nuts tightened in Quinn’s palm.
Oh hell no, he wasn’t going to cut Devra’s experience short. No way. He had to last a little bit longer, until she’d shattered around Trevon’s fully embedded cock. Nothing else would suffice in Quinn’s mind.
So he squeezed, the barest bit, making Trevon yelp, then relax. He murmured, “Thanks, man.”
Devra looked over her shoulder and Trevon put his hand lightly on her neck before kissing her again. That drove his cock inside her as he leaned forward for better contact.
One thrust lodged him to the limit in Devra’s pussy, causing her to gasp and freeze. Quinn immediately put his hand on Trevon’s thigh and kept him from proceeding.
The other guy made a confused sound as he wondered why he couldn’t keep drilling forward, pursuing the most enjoyable sex of his life. Until he realized what had happened.
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