Wild Ride: Powertools: Hot Rides, Book #1

by Jayne Rylon

  Trevon looked to Devra, who nodded. This was what he’d been hoping for and dreaming of for a while now. She wasn’t about to stop him before he got what he needed.

  “Now. I want you right now.” Trevon angled himself toward the other guy.

  Quinn sat, relaxed, his arms spread behind him across the top of his sofa. His knees were set wide apart and his socked feet planted in the surprisingly soft midnight blue rug. “Don’t worry, Trevon. Just the idea of you going down on me is so incredible that I’m not going to last long. You’re going to get off easy.”

  Trevon laughed, some of the tension in the room evaporating with their banter. “No, you’ve got it backwards. You’re going to get off easy.”

  “You don’t think I’m the kind of guy to take without reciprocating, do you?” Quinn’s teasing tone faltered. Didn’t he realize they thought the world of him?

  He’d done nothing but shower them with kindness, acceptance, and the sparks of arousal and attraction that had goaded them into taking a leap of faith they’d been too scared to make on their own.

  “What if I don’t want a blowjob from you?” Trevon murmured, staring at the ground.

  Quinn flinched until he realized Trevon hadn’t meant it like it had sounded. He put his hand under Trevon’s chin and lifted it until they met eye to eye. Once he detected the same uncertainty and desperation Devra did in Trevon’s walnut eyes—even darker now that he was aroused and even a little scared—Quinn relaxed. “Then I’ll give you whatever it is you do want.”

  “Your cock,” Trevon said plainly, making Devra shiver.

  “Where?” Quinn wondered, probably not because he wasn’t sure but because he wanted Trevon to admit it. To own his desires. To accept them and Quinn.

  Devra would have hugged them both if she wasn’t too afraid of interrupting the moment. They were so perfect and so damaged in their own ways. Ways that made her feel like she wasn’t such a failure for her own issues. They might not agree, and would likely consider their emotions weaknesses, but they made her adore them both even more.

  “Inside me. My ass.” Trevon swallowed. “Please.”

  Quinn nodded slowly. Then, while still staring into Trevon’s eyes, he unbuckled his black leather and chain belt. It rattled in the absolute silence. Devra would remember the sound of it for the rest of her life.

  Trevon licked his full lips as he fixated on Quinn’s fingers, which unbuttoned his jeans then ripped open the fly. He lifted his hips and ordered Trevon, “Take these off me.”

  Her husband reached out, his hands stopping barely an inch from Quinn’s clothing and the gorgeous body beneath. He looked to her. This was the point of no return and they both knew it.

  “Go ahead, Trevon. Do as he says.” She wondered if they would object to her sliding her dress up her thighs and touching herself while they entertained each other. Seeing them like this, raw and exposed, aroused her more than she’d expected.

  “Why don’t you join us?” Quinn asked quietly. “Come sit here and see how incredible your husband makes me feel.”

  Trevon looked at her and admitted, “It will make me more comfortable if I can see you and know that you aren’t disgusted by what we’re doing.”

  That settled it. Devra practically flew to the couch. She sat cross-legged facing the two men. It was easy for them to notice her panties and the wet spot on the crotch of them. Trevon especially had a perfect view of the proof of her approval. “You see that I’m not, right?”

  He nodded.

  Quinn groaned. He said to Trevon, “She should enjoy the show, right? Touch herself? Make herself come if she likes watching us like this?”

  Trevon nodded again, as if speaking was beyond him.

  When Quinn switched his attention to Devra, for just a moment, there was no denying him. “Do it, Devra. Whatever feels right as you witness our passion, you should do it.”

  She blushed. Could he guess that despite her bravado in front of the Hot Rods ladies, she’d never masturbated before? At home, it would have been too dangerous to get caught doing something so wicked. And since she’d met Trevon, well, things had been awkward at first. She’d learned to suppress these parts of herself. These desires. In a way, Quinn and Trevon were freeing her again. Giving her permission to discover herself.

  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 fa
vorite 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 joy. 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 you
rself 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.