And she would take it.
“Now get back to what you were doing.” Quinn lasered his gaze on Trevon, who jerked. He gripped the waistband of Quinn’s jeans and dragged it down the man’s powerful legs, his knuckles brushing the hairy surface of Quinn’s skin as he went.
“My socks, too.”
Trevon removed them before returning his attention to Quinn’s crotch. Quinn hadn’t been wearing underwear, which left his hard-on bare and ready. He leaned forward slightly, put a hand behind his back, fisted the soft cotton covering it, and ripped his shirt off.
Devra fanned her face. His chest was so muscular and covered in ink, which did nothing to detract from his male beauty. Trevon must have thought so, too, because he leaned forward and licked one of Quinn’s nipples.
Did men enjoy that?
Quinn cursed and clutched Trevon’s skull, pinning her husband’s lips to his tightening skin. Huh. Guess so. Devra swore she was learning more with every second she spent in their company.
Trevon was noisy as he licked and sucked on Quinn’s chest. Both men moaned and Trevon’s hips rocked, thrusting into the cushion of the couch in front of him as he feasted.
“That’s right,” Quinn crooned. He ran his hands over Trevon’s head, neck, and shoulders. “You can have me. Take whatever you need.”
A strangled groan fell from Trevon as he began to work his way lower. Devra knew just how good it felt when he licked, sucked, and nipped a path across her own torso, so she shivered along with Quinn as Trevon did the same to his new lover.
She pressed her hand between her legs in an attempt to hold in the ache forming there. It was no use. So she began to move her fingers in small circles over her underwear while Trevon approached the blunt head of Quinn’s cock.
He paused, inspecting Quinn up close, from the drop of fluid in the slit there to the veins standing out in relief on his shaft, and lower to the balls hanging between his thighs. He wasn’t nearly as big as Trevon, but that didn’t seem to matter to her husband, who licked his lips.
“You going to stare at it all day or play with it?” Quinn asked.
Trevon’s nostrils flared. He opened his mouth and took Quinn inside, plunging downward until Quinn’s cock was buried deep. Which was when he choked.
Devra put her hand on Trevon’s shoulder, as if she could do anything to help.
“Damn, Trevon.” Quinn took hold of her husband’s face and lifted it a few inches. “Not so fast. Take it easy. Suck me. God, yes. Like that. Now…slowly…”
He guided Trevon’s head lower bit by bit until he had time to adjust. His jaw worked as he found a comfortable position and then slid even lower. Quinn’s cock had to be pressing into his throat by now.
Then Trevon didn’t need any guidance. He licked, sucked, and bobbed over Quinn, making the other guy gasp, curse, and groan. “I can’t believe you’ve only done this once before. You’re so fucking good at it.”
Trevon seemed to relax a little at that, his hands unfisting where they rested on the couch.
“Play with my balls, too.” Quinn spread himself wider, granting Trevon full access.
He took it, rolling Quinn’s balls in his palm and squeezing them, a little harder than Devra would have been comfortable doing. She mimicked his motions on herself—rubbing, teasing, and pressing.
It was only a few minutes more before Quinn began to get restless. Devra, too. She slipped her fingers inside the leg band of her panties and pressed one inside herself. She moaned.
Both Trevon and Quinn paused.
“Enough.” Quinn levered himself off the couch, dislodging Trevon in the process.
Trevon blinked, as if startled at losing his new favorite treat. But not for long.
“Strip. Quickly.” Quinn was so much more forceful with Trevon than he had been with Devra. It was like two completely different sides to his personality. She could see where he needed both, too. The softness and the hardness. The ability to be defenseless warring with the need to be in control.
It was fascinating and incredibly enlightening to see the two men interact like this.
Trevon seemed grateful that for once he didn’t have to be in charge. He could relax and obey. His trust in Quinn meant he could let go and be sure everything would be taken care of.
They were a perfect match.
So where did that leave Devra? She nibbled on her lower lip as Trevon got undressed. Fully naked, he was so stunning. Made entirely of grace and power and empathy.
Quinn clearly appreciated the sight, too. He stroked his cock, still slick with Trevon’s spit, and walked a circle around her husband. The fingers of his other hand trailed across Trevon’s collarbones then down his back and over the swell of his tight ass. “Damn, Trevon.”
Devra completely agreed. Damn indeed.
“Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.” Quinn pressed Trevon’s shoulders until he did as he was told, sinking to the open space on the carpet and waiting for Quinn to join him.
Quinn looked to Devra, then jerked his chin toward his bedroom. “Would you go in there? In the top drawer of the dresser, there’s a bottle of lube. Bring it to me, please.”
“Of course.” Devra wasn’t afraid to admit she liked it when he bossed her around, even though he did it nicely. He had something that she and Trevon were missing. An ability to make things happen. To get things done. To bring them all together and take what they needed even if they were afraid to.
She dashed into the other room and back as fast as possible, clutching the plastic container of clear liquid. When she handed it to him, he smiled as if he were a perfect gentleman, although they knew—in the best possible way—that was far from the truth. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She couldn’t say what came over her then, but she said, “Only the best for my husband.”
Devra hoped Quinn realized that she was talking about him.
He nodded as if he took the responsibility seriously. Then he pointed. “If you don’t mind, go sit by his head so you can see his face when I fuck his tight ass. Tell me if he needs a break.”
“I will.” Just like Quinn had been there when Trevon had taken her for the first time and made sure it was so damn good for her, now she could return the favor.
“Devra?” Quinn said as she began to lower herself to the floor near her husband.
“Yes?”
“You’re overdressed. Feel free to get more comfortable.” Quinn studied her modest floral dress as if it was some sexy runway couture. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t wanted to get rid of it and her underwear anyway.
Devra peeled her clothes off bit by bit, hoping her reserve came off more as seduction.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Devra,” Trevon whispered reverently. “It means everything to me that you’re here and that you support me. This. You’re so fucking brave to let me try it and to do it with me.”
Meanwhile, Quinn poured some of the gel on his hands and began to rub them together, warming the slick substance.
By the time Devra settled in front of Trevon—as he began to kiss her knee and then her thigh, in between whispered thanks—Quinn was ready to return his full attention to her husband.
He slipped his hand between Trevon’s legs, teasing his cock and then balls before moving upward. He spread slickness over Trevon’s hole before working the tip of one finger into the opening.
“Fuck.” Trevon held her hand so tight, she thought he might leave a dent.
“Does it feel good?” she asked softly, rubbing his head with her other hand.
“Yes.” He leaned into her caress.
“Did he tell you that I did this the other day when he came inside you?” Quinn asked, making Devra gasp. “I could feel his whole body quaking as he shot so hard, deep in your pussy.”
Trevon looked up at her guiltily.
“I’m glad you liked it as much as I did.” The reminder of that moment, the first time they’d been joined, filled her with jo
y. She didn’t want it to be one of the few times they did it either. If this was what it took, how she had to accept him in order to keep even a piece of him for herself, she would gladly share him. Even part of Trevon was plenty to make her happy.
Devra put her fingers over Trevon’s where they were clutched in the carpet. “This is all about you. Don’t worry about anything else. Enjoy what he’s giving you.”
“And what your wife is giving you, too. This is all because of her,” Quinn said as he added a second finger, stretching Trevon. Even two digits were slight compared to his cock, but Devra had to trust that he knew what he was doing and that he would make himself fit without hurting Trevon.
“I know. I love you, Devra,” Trevon swore.
“I love you, too.” She kissed him and he trembled.
Quinn had removed his fingers and was filling his hand with more lubrication. “Ready?” he asked Trevon as he transferred it to his own flesh with long, hard strokes of his fist over the steely flesh.
“I’ve been ready. For so long.” Trevon looked up at Devra and she smiled, brushing her finger over his swollen lips. She couldn’t resist leaning forward to kiss him again, tenderly. And that’s when Quinn advanced.
Trevon froze, then groaned.
When she lifted her head so she could study his expression, the tip of Quinn’s cock was already embedded in Trevon’s ass. Her husband had his eyes closed, but he was pressing his body backward, welcoming the invasion.
Devra didn’t care anymore about propriety. She spread her legs on either side of Trevon’s strong arms and began to rub her pussy as Quinn speared Trevon on his dick. All the while, he spoke softly to Trevon, telling him how good it felt to be inside him and how courageous he was to finally experience what he’d dreamed of for so long.
Quinn rubbed his hands down Trevon’s back, helping him relax. So Devra did the same, massaging his shoulders and telling him how damn sexy he looked on the end of Quinn’s dick.
When Quinn was fully sheathed in her husband’s body, he looked at her and grinned. “He was made for this.”
He was. But was he made for Quinn or for Devra?
She wasn’t sure.
Trevon looked over his shoulder at Quinn then. He asked, “Can I eat her while you fuck me. Please?”
“That’s up to your wife, not me.” Quinn smacked Trevon’s muscled rear. “But I’d sure as hell love to see that while I’m enjoying your ass. Son of a bitch, you feel so good around me.”
Devra didn’t hesitate. Her only answer was to tip back using one straight-locked arm for support so she didn’t miss any of the show they were putting on for her. Then she arched her spine and presented herself to Trevon.
A strangled groan left his throat as he buried his face between her legs and began to devour her as if she tasted better than the spicy shakshouka he loved so much.
Quinn turned feral. His hips began to move, thrusting in and out as he leaned forward far enough that he bit Trevon’s shoulder. It looked like a wild animal claiming its mate, and that did nothing to keep Devra’s passion at bay.
She quivered as Trevon’s tongue lapped at her arousal and then upward to her clit.
Devra thought there was a good chance that she’d be the first of the three of them to climax. Witnessing the men take care of each other and their explosive passion was infectious.
Quinn fucked Trevon with increasing speed and power. His hips smacked against Trevon’s, which drove her husband’s mouth harder against her pussy.
Just when she thought she was going to explode, Quinn smacked Trevon’s ass again, hard enough to get his attention. “This is fun, but I want to play with your cock. You’re going to come all over yourself while I fuck you. Show me and your wife how much you love my dick.”
Trevon moved so fast, Devra nearly fell over. He flipped to his back and stared up at Quinn. “Yes, please. Make me.”
“I will. But only if you pleasure your wife first.” His brilliant blue eyes cut to her as he said, “Get up. Kneel over him. Let him finish what he started. If he does a good job, I’ll give him what he’s begging for.”
Devra couldn’t even form a response to that except to crawl closer. Trevon wrapped his hands around her. His long, dark fingers looked so beautiful against her paler skin where they nearly encircled her waist. He drew her into position and resumed blowing her mind.
Quinn smiled at her and cupped her cheek in his hand. “You’re spectacular. In every way.”
Before she could thank him and say the same, he fit himself back to Trevon and slid deep inside. He curled his arms around Trevon’s thighs and held him in place as he began to fuck in earnest.
And that’s when Devra noticed Trevon’s massive erection bobbing on his rock-hard abs. Without thinking, she reached for it.
He bucked, nearly dislodging Quinn.
“Don’t you dare come. Not until Devra does,” Quinn reminded him.
Fortunately for Trevon, that wasn’t going to take very long at all. Devra moaned and ground her pussy against Trevon’s face, putting his tongue where she liked it.
She only needed one more thing to set her off. And she knew exactly what it was.
Devra reached out and put her free hand on Quinn’s shoulder. He must have thought she was balancing herself because he resisted for a moment when she tugged him toward her.
When he finally came closer, she smiled and whispered, “Kiss me.”
Their lips collided. It wasn’t the smoothest caress of all time given their position, her jerking Trevon’s cock, him fucking, and the incredible things Trevon was doing between her legs. But it was enough.
She opened her eyes, looked directly at Quinn, and hoped he could see how much he’d given them. Today, in bed, and in general.
He deserved to be as happy as he’d made them.
While he stared at her with wide, startled eyes, she surrendered.
Devra came on her husband’s face, while kissing another man. She felt Trevon’s cock jerk in response and gripped him tighter. He groaned and squirmed beneath her and Quinn, obviously joining her in an epic release. She felt his come land hot on her belly as he emptied himself.
And only when they’d both nearly drowned in ecstasy did Quinn follow suit.
He threw his head back and shouted, “Trevon! Devra!”
His motions became frantic and then jerky. He buried himself completely in Trevon then spasmed, mashing their bodies together and filling her husband to overflowing with his seed.
The thought alone made Devra come again.
Her orgasm was so powerful, she lost control of her muscles and collapsed backward on the rug.
Trevon reached blindly for her, his big hand wrapping around her ankle and using the connection to draw her alongside him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and clutched her to his chest. “Thank you. Thank you. I love you. Thank you.”
Devra felt tears sting her eyes as she held him and whispered reassuring nonsense. They lay there cuddled together, recovering. By the time they calmed down enough to look around for Quinn, he was nowhere to be found.
21
Trevon was cleaning up his station during a rare gap in his schedule when a long white van rolled into the lot. The lettering on the side proclaimed it belonged to Dawes Salvage Services.
When the door opened, the guy who popped out was shorter than Trevon—though most people were. He had a scrappy look about him, like you wouldn’t want to try to cheat him at cards or pool in a bar or he’d kick your ass despite being wiry and lean. He had long chestnut hair that brushed his shoulders and a proper beard, maybe a little longer than appropriate for an office but not quite hipster qualified either.
He wore a black long-sleeved shirt despite the heat, though the top three silver snaps were undone, exposing a decently hairy chest and a smattering of tattoos. If Trevon hadn’t recently become obsessed with Quinn, he might think the guy was pretty sexy in an unconventional sort of way.
“Hey,” he c
alled as the salvage man approached, drawing him toward the open bay door instead of the small office space attached to the garage.
The guy put his hand up like a visor, then peered inside. “Hello? Quinn, that you?”
“He and Gavyn went to deliver a bike.” Trevon leaned up against the counter. “They left me holding down the fort.”
It meant something to him that they trusted him enough to look after Hot Rides even for a couple of hours.
“I don’t think we’ve met yet.” The man came forward with a spring in his step that matched his easy smile. “I’m Oliver Dawes, but most people call me Ollie. I spend most of my days rummaging through garbage to find anything useful. Especially for vehicles.”
“Nice to meet you.” Trevon looked over at Pop’s bike. It was coming along, but they’d hit a few snags, like cams and other parts they couldn’t easily repair or fake. If Trevon had been working a couple more months at Hot Rides, he might have use for Ollie’s skills.
“Is that yours?” Ollie pointed at the Indian Chief.
“Yeah.” Trevon nodded.
“Then I think my package is actually for you.” He took a bundle wrapped in brown burlap from his backpack and handed it over to Trevon.
“What’s this?” He flipped open the fabric and found a treasure trove of vintage, pristine parts for his motorcycle inside. “What the—?”
“Quinn asked me to be on the lookout for them.” The guy grinned. “I think I see why now. Who needs roses when you can have a big, hard cam shaft, huh?”
Trevon tried to laugh off the joke, but it hit a little close to home. So he simply stared. “This is…thank you. But I can’t afford these. I saw a shitty one on eBay for $450 last week. I know he meant well, but Quinn probably didn’t realize.”
“He put it on the Hot Rides account, buddy. They’re yours.” Ollie held his hands palms out, refusing to take them back when Trevon thrust them at him. “Even if they hadn’t been paid for, I’d leave them here. They belong in that motorcycle, not sitting in someone’s warehouse waiting for an internet order to come in for top dollar. It’s the best thing about my job, really. Bringing things back to life.”
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