by Jayne Rylon
Then he didn’t care anymore. Because Devra’s pussy was there, waiting for him to return.
He held his cock at the base and tapped it against her clit a few times before rubbing the blunt head up and down her slit. Then he looked at Trevon and asked, “Should I fuck her some more?”
“Yes. Harder,” Trevon answered. He was beside his wife, supporting her, holding her up and telling her over and over how gorgeous she was and how much she obviously pleased Quinn.
Who was Quinn to argue?
He plunged into Devra’s waiting channel, which rippled along his length at his re-entry.
She hugged him deep within her, though he didn’t let that stop him from drilling in and out of her despite the undulating ring of muscles at her core. Their skin slapped together and even her perky breasts bounced as he rode her furiously.
The sound inspired him to spank her, playfully at first then harder when she groaned his name and began to pulse around him. She was coming already. Shit.
Quinn pulled out before she could end their fun too soon.
He growled at Trevon, “Watch her. Don’t let her fall.”
Quinn knew he should be gentler. More patient. But it was impossible. He’d waited so long for this moment, and she brought out something primal in him that he was a little hesitant to unleash. If Trevon hadn’t been there, he never would have let go like this.
No matter what, he knew the other guy would protect his wife and make sure Quinn didn’t get too out of control. At least any rougher than she seemed to like it.
As if to prove his unspoken point, Devra moaned and began rubbing her clit. “More. Can I have more?”
Quinn blinked as he studied the woman Devra had transformed into and the man she was married to, who seemed to like the new her every bit as much as Quinn did.
“Come on, Quinn. Fuck my wife. Give it to her hard and fast like she likes it. Dirty. Raw. Rough.” Trevon groaned. “I love watching you do this to her and drive her wild, especially since…that’s not how I am. I could never give her what you’re giving her.”
“My cock? Yours is a hell of a lot bigger than mine.” Quinn couldn’t think very clearly, but what Trevon was saying seemed important. He filed it away to think about later. When he wasn’t about to be buried in the tightest, hottest pussy he’d ever had the privilege to fuck again.
“It’s how you use it,” Trevon said with a grin.
As if to prove his point, Devra moaned as aftershocks ran through her.
Quinn was about to ramp things up even more. He handed her over to Trevon while he got adjusted. He boosted himself up so he was sitting on top of the industrial-grade toolbox. He barked to Trevon, “Pull out that drawer.”
When the guy did so, Quinn planted his booted feet in it, then curled a finger toward his palm twice in the classic gesture for give it to me. In this case, it was she. Devra.
Trevon lifted her effortlessly, as if she was even more petite than she really was, and positioned her so that she was sitting in Quinn’s lap, facing away from him. His cock impaled her as her ass came to rest on his thighs.
“Fuck. You’re so hot,” he rasped against her neck, just below her ear, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin there. Quinn grabbed her under her thighs, just above her knees, and spread her wide.
Devra cried out and arched her back, trying to work herself over Quinn’s cock. She threw one hand out behind her to support some of her weight. Between that and him holding her, she was able to make some progress, working her pussy over his shaft, but not enough.
Quinn wasn’t going to be able to do this forever, but he figured it wasn’t going to take long to set them both off. This was the sexiest, most scandalous thing he had ever experienced.
Fortunately, Trevon seemed eager to help them along. He took up his post between their legs and bent down to lick Devra’s pussy while Quinn fucked up into it, hard and fast. They worked in unison, Trevon’s fluttering tongue sometimes glancing off the base of Quinn’s cock or even his balls.
Devra went wild. She shrieked and ground herself on him even as Trevon reached up to make sure she didn’t fall. He used the contact to fondle her breast, alternating palpating it and pinching her nipple before switching to the other one.
They were racing toward the finish line and neither of them seemed likely to lose.
Free and feral, Quinn uncovered a whole new side of Devra that he instantly fell in love with. To see her like this, so uninhibited, strong, and assertive, made him proud of her and how far she’d come since arriving at Hot Rides.
That thought alone had Quinn’s balls tightening. They crept up toward his core as he gritted his teeth to keep from coming before Devra had taken her fill.
“Trevon,” he groaned. “Eat her. Make her come all over your face. You know you want her to.”
“Mmm,” the other man agreed.
Sweat gathered on Quinn’s brow. He pumped into her again and again, each time plunging to the limits of her welcoming body. But it wasn’t until he grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it to pull her head back that she quaked around him.
“You like that?” he asked.
She tried to nod, but only groaned when the motion tugged harder at her scalp.
“Good. Me, too.” He smiled from an inch away before capturing her mouth in a coarse kiss that was nothing like the one they’d shared while he was fucking her husband.
It was savage and sweet, because it meant that he knew she could handle it.
As if that was the most arousing thing he could have done to her, she shattered.
Devra screamed into his mouth and rode him like he was a bucking bronco. Quinn couldn’t resist the rhythmic clenching of her pussy, which clamped around him even as he continued to pound into her. He shuddered, too. His balls clamped then released, launching streams of his come deep into her. Later they’d have to talk about the fact that he hadn’t worn a condom—with either of them, a first for him. Right then, he didn’t give a shit. It felt too good to claim her as he had her husband earlier.
His orgasm seemed like it went on forever, milked dry by her pussy spasming around him and Trevon’s hand, which massaged his balls through the entire thing. The man was jerking himself off as fast and furiously as Quinn and Devra had been fucking.
“You want some help with that?” Quinn asked, out of breath.
“No.” Trevon grunted. “Don’t need help. Just need…”
“What?” Devra asked, in a sultry, dazed voice.
“Lift her. Off you.” Trevon panted to Quinn.
Although he wasn’t quite ready to leave her silky heat, Quinn did. His cock slipped free and bobbed between them. Trevon was there in a flash, cleaning every dot of Devra’s arousal and his own come off the shaft and head with long, lush laps of his tongue.
“Oh fuck.” Quinn would have let his head drop back, but then he wouldn’t be able to watch the other man devour the evidence of Quinn’s passion from his wife, because surely…yes, that’s where he was going next.
Trevon put one long finger in Devra’s pussy, making her moan and spasm again. He swirled it around inside her before drawing it out, crooked. Quinn’s hot come dribbled out around it and Trevon was there to clean it up. He ingested every drop of their mingled fluids, groaning while he swallowed it down.
His hand flew over his fat cock. And when he’d consumed as much as he could find, the muscles in Trevon’s back rippled. His ass clenched and his cock, which had never looked bigger than right then, jutted from his fist.
Devra noticed, too. “Yes, Trevon. Come for us. Show us how much you liked it when Quinn filled me up. You liked it when he fucked your wife’s pretty pussy, didn’t you?”
Holy shit.
If Quinn hadn’t come so recently, he’d have lost it.
Just like Trevon did.
The tall man stood straight and roared. He unleashed his pent up desire, stroking his cock even as it erupted, messing up Devra and Quinn where he’d so painstaki
ngly cleaned them, moments before. He came so hard and so long that Quinn was a little jealous of the epic orgasm.
“Damn, Trevon,” he muttered his appreciation, then gathered Devra against his chest. She curled up there in his lap like a contented kitten, though she never took her eyes off her husband.
“Sorry.” Trevon gasped before bracing himself on the toolbox. “Sorry. It’s just…you’re so gorgeous. Both of you. That was amazing.”
“It was.” Quinn agreed. But now he felt the darkness encroaching.
He shifted, feeling the urge to move lest he get too comfortable there, with them.
Quinn held Devra out and Trevon was there to take her, lowering her to the ground while keeping her steady in the circle of his strong arms. They put their foreheads together and stared into each other’s eyes with goofy grins on their faces.
That was Quinn’s signal. It was time for him to leave them alone so they could bond and grow tighter, without him.
Trevon was tending to Devra, and she was doing the same for him, bringing each other slowly back to reality as they descended from their euphoric high. Quinn sighed as he watched them together and wished it could be him doing that for them. And have them do the same for him. Reassure him that this was more than a simple physical transaction where they exchanged orgasms but nothing higher than the waist or deeper than the surface of their skin.
No hearts, no minds, and definitely no emotions. None of that stuff.
He edged toward the door, feeling like shit even after one of the best climaxes of his life. It was getting harder and harder to go each time he had to peel himself away from them and the pure bliss they were able to create together.
Quinn had one hand on the doorknob when he heard Devra ask Trevon, “Where is he? Not again. Trevon, don’t let him leave us.”
Trevon’s head snapped up and his lion’s eyes stared straight at Quinn as if daring him to walk out on him and his wife. He said simply, “Stay.”
“I can’t.” Quinn shook his head, but neither could he make his fucking wrist turn that knob.
“What if we need you?” Trevon asked.
Quinn practically snarled, feeling cornered. “What if I need to go? For my own sanity?”
“Then you’re going to need to explain why.” Devra walked toward him on wobbly legs. “Because this hurts me. It hurts us.”
“I didn’t figure you for a coward,” Trevon said.
Quinn huffed out a sigh. “Then you figured wrong.”
“You’ve helped us overcome our fears about what we’re capable of giving each other. You should let us do the same for you.” Devra reached out and removed his hand from the door, prying it up finger by finger.
“Whatever you’re running from can’t be as bad as what we’ve been through.” Trevon meant well, but he had no idea what Quinn had endured. Of course their situation had been worse, but his hadn’t been a walk in the park either. Maybe that was part of what made him feel ashamed about the pain he still harbored when they’d withstood so much more without crumbling. “We can do more for you than get you off, you know?”
“Talk to us,” Devra demanded.
“Then if you still want to walk away, walk away.” Trevon shrugged, as if it was no big deal. “At least then we’ll understand why.”
23
Quinn couldn’t stay. But they wouldn’t let him leave either. How was he going to keep himself from falling in love with them if he couldn’t put some distance—physical and emotional—between them and what they’d just shared? It got more intense every single time.
Things were getting serious no matter how hard he tried to keep them about sex and facilitating the blossoming relationship between Devra and Trevon.
He looked at the garage door, calculating his odds of sprinting past Trevon before the other guy tackled him. They weren’t very good. Trevon was so tall and lanky, he had a hell of a reach. Besides, Quinn was wiped out from how hard he’d come.
Again.
They’d shared the best orgasms of his life with him. And more.
“If you only want something physical, I guess that’s fine. You don’t owe us anything other than a good time,” Trevon said. “Just don’t treat us—especially Devra—like sex toys and leave us once you’ve gotten your fill.”
“No. It’s not okay.” Devra contradicted her husband. She had grown some balls lately, and Quinn loved it. It was one of the things that made him feel like he hadn’t totally fucked up by sleeping with them. “It’s disrespectful of our feelings. We care about you, Quinn. When you take off like what we’ve done was only about the orgasms, it’s rude and kind of…demeaning. Something I might have expected of men I used to know. Not you.”
“That was never my intention.” Quinn swallowed hard. It was time to come clean. He’d seen the devastation Roman had unintentionally wrought on Carver, his husband, when they were working through the kinks in their relationship, and Quinn never wanted to do the same to someone he cared for. So he manned up and exposed his emotions. He only wished it was as easy to do that as it was to flaunt his naked body.
“It’s difficult for me to feel all the things I do toward you and know that I’m not really a part of your relationship. I would never want to entangle myself so much that I risk pulling you two apart instead of pushing you together when things end.”
“Who says this has to stop?” Devra asked quietly. “It hasn’t for Sally and her guys or the rest of the Hot Rods and their group activities. Why do you think it will with you?”
“Because…” Fuck it. He might as well say it. “No one’s ever loved me like that. Not enough to keep me.”
He spun around and braced himself on the workbench, his stomach aching like someone had pummeled him with an invisible fist from his past.
“Quinn.” Devra put her hand on his back and stroked him gently. “It might seem that way, but I’m sure that’s not true. What about your brother and the Hot Rods?”
“They took care of me when I was a kid. I love them to the bottom of my soul, but they have their own lives and their own relationships. I always felt like an outsider to that. Even with Tom and Ms. Brown, when they got married. I sometimes stayed in my room at their house and the rest of the time in the Hot Rods’ living room because I didn’t want to be a burden on anyone for too long in case they decided I was inconvenient and kicked me out. I knew they needed their space. I don’t hold that against them.”
Quinn shook his head. “That’s just how it is. I’ve never really belonged anywhere. Hell, even here Gavyn and Amber helped me build my own separate space, away from their own house. I’m grateful, I am. I just…”
“You were on your own when all of them had a partner.” Trevon rested his hip against the workbench and put his hand on Quinn’s shoulder. Their soothing touches did make him feel better, even though he knew he shouldn’t count on them being there to prop him up forever.
“Yeah.” He nodded. Figured he’d fall in love with two people who already were attached. Even if it was to each other.
“Can I ask you something personal?” Devra wondered.
Quinn laughed at that. “I’m pretty sure you can considering I was buried inside you five minutes ago.”
“I get the feeling this discussion is a lot more intimate to you than sex,” she murmured.
Of course she would understand.
He rubbed his temples. “Can we go outside at least? I need to breathe if we’re going to talk about this shit.”
When he spun around, Trevon took one of his hands and Devra the other. They led him from Hot Rides and out onto the grass beyond the blacktopped lot. A little farther down, there was a stream and a bench Gavyn had put there. He called it his thinking spot.
Quinn knew it was really where he went to find his zen when he was trying to resist the compulsion for a drink. It seemed appropriate to sit there now, sandwiched between the two biggest temptations Quinn had ever had in his life.
He drew a giant breath, released it
, and then said, “What do you want to know, Devra?”
She leaned her head on his upper arm. “You talk about ‘coming’ to Hot Rods as a teenager. Where were you before that?”
“Locked in the attic of my mom’s house, probably.” Quinn said it because it was true, not because he was trying to shock his lovers. However, it seemed to have that effect.
It was sad that he didn’t quite realize how fucked up his past was compared to people with normal lives and normal families.
“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it sounds.” Quinn couldn’t say why he was covering for the woman, even now. Probably because she was the only mother he’d ever have, even if she was a shitty one. “When I was up there, I was safe from her drunken rages and those of her boyfriends—though that’s a piss poor term for people you sleep with for booze money.”
“Oh, Quinn.” Devra snuggled closer to his side, as if she could infuse him with some of her warmth. He could feel how cold and clammy his hands had gotten from talking about this stuff again.
“No wonder you were so kind to us,” Trevon said. “You know, a lot of people were aware of our situation and probably felt bad, but no one helped us like you did. No one offered us a way to make ourselves whole and independent again. You’ve never once judged us or our situations.”
Quinn nodded, swallowing hard. “I didn’t really think of it like that, but yeah, I know what it’s like to be poor and fighting to make it through another day. How you start to lose hope that things could ever change.”
He didn’t say it out loud, but people could only take so much. There came a point where any rational person would consider if it was better to end things than to keep going on like you were when you were suffering daily.
“It can take a long time to get past something like that. To build a new life and learn to stand on your own. Even with people who support you and give you as much patience, understanding, and opportunity as they can afford. I thought I was there.” Quinn cleared his throat.
Opening up to Devra and Trevon in the bedroom, and now rehashing his past…well, that was bringing back a lot of emotions he thought he’d buried. He was terrified of being left alone again.
