by Jayne Rylon
“Hey, stop.” She covered his mouth. “Quit apologizing for who you are. I happen to really l—like the man you’re making excuses for. Quirks and all.”
“Seriously?” As if afraid to believe, he swallowed hard.
“Hell yeah.” Nola leaned forward to whisper in his ear, divulging a secret. “You and your friends are so smokin’, I’ve been having trouble sleeping through the night without waking up in a sweaty mess from the naughty dreams you’ve inspired. Maybe I’ve wondered what it would be like…with more than one of you… You know, Sally’s been putting impure thoughts in my mind with how freaking happy she is. Now I guess I really know why.”
Kaige trapped her close, nipping her neck slightly below her ear. To mark her so she knew he was serious, or so the other guys saw he had claimed her, she wasn’t sure.
“Would you like me to make those fantasies come true?” He growled. “Because I am so up for that, it’s not funny.”
Nola wriggled her hips against the hard-on that had materialized the moment he realized exactly how his friends intended to spend their honeymoon. She hadn’t been able to help herself from peeking, and remember how well he’d filled her.
“No kidding.” She slid her hand to the front of his trousers and cupped him.
“But I need you to understand that you’re mine first, and vice versa. Anything they do to you is as if I’m doing it through them. Does that make sense? Shit, I know it doesn’t. But…”
“Kaige, if you don’t zip your lips and take this dress off me soon to start making good on all this talk, I can’t be responsible for what happens next.” Her voice took on a husky rasp she was sure she’d never heard from herself before.
No surprise, he seemed to find it even more alluring than usual.
Nova scooped her into his arms and trotted across the space separating them from the rest of the gang. In the center of the tent, the six guys and the woman she considered an extension of her new boyfriend welcomed them with open arms.
Ties slithered to the floor along with belts. Highly polished dress shoes clunked into the corners of the tent. The three couples and one trio of the crew, some of them already naked, each occupied a corner of the floor. The rest divested themselves of their formal trappings even faster than the Hot Rods, if that was possible.
Nola whimpered when Kaige set her in the center of those special guests, men and women she now realized must be role models for their Hot Rod protégés. Carver along with Nova knelt at her feet, slipping her pumps from them one by one.
Afraid of losing her balance in the whirlwind of insanity and ecstasy whipping up around her, she must have whimpered.
“It’s all right, Nola. I’ve got you. Meep’s part of me, remember?” Kaige schooled her.
“Yeah. Yes. I do.” She blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear haze from her lust-soaked mind. “It’s…a lot, though. God. Overwhelming. In a good way.”
This time she shivered, and not from any kind of chill when it was at least a million degrees in their steamy oasis. She couldn’t help but stare at Alanso and Eli. The partners unwrapped Sally from infinite layers of silk—dress, petticoats, corset and garters. Roman, Holden and Bryce helped out by unlacing various obstacles, swiping the stockings from her legs and tearing a pair of lace panties from her ass before spanking her tight rear.
When the sight overloaded her senses, Nola briefly shut her eyes, trying to take a visual break before her circuits fried. Instead, her gaze landed on Mike, who had placed his nude wife in one of the hammocks they’d erected. Already, he’d buried his head between her thighs, eating her with a gusto he hadn’t even reserved for the gourmet banquet they’d been served earlier.
Around them, sights and sounds of pleasure abounded. It was a gluttony of passion.
Privileged to be in the midst of such a superpower, a lot like dancing in the center of a tornado funnel, Nola drew from the energy arcing from couple to couple, man to man, and woman to woman. Kaige did too, if his growing grin, wolfish and sexy, had anything to say about it.
Why the hell hadn’t he clued her in to this sooner?
Honestly, if he had, she might have run from such entanglements.
Now the stakes were too high to fold.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Kaige murmured as he tucked her hair behind her ear. “We can back off or even leave if you’re uncomfortable.”
“I will. But I don’t think that’s going to happen.” Nola smiled at him, trying to stay open-minded. It’d been a fundamental tenant of how she was raised. Her mother had hammered home the value of acceptance and the consequences of being ignorant. “Why don’t you worry about having a damn good time?”
“I already am.” He kissed her again and again, until they got lost in the moment. When she opened her eyes, things were progressing rapidly.
Nola gawked at his six male partners. Their cocks stood at full attention, ready to give their companions the most valuable gift of the occasion. Themselves. And their unconditional love.
In the background, Neil perched on a stool while Devon and James tag-teamed him in a tandem blowjob. To one side, Kayla crooked a finger at Dave. The guy’s hard-on caused even Nova’s eyes to bulge. Proportional to his gigantic frame, he was hung like a horse. Morgan had Joe laid out on his back while she lowered herself onto his shaft. She rode her husband with a sensual fluidity that Nola envied.
Could she be such a temptress for Kaige?
It was a lot to process. Sure, she’d imagined Sally, Eli and Alanso playing together, entwining their desires. But this… This was something new altogether.
Disgust or fear never entered her mind.
Hedonistic freedom raced through her veins.
She’d never felt so in control of her destiny.
Or as fortunate. Kaige had such wonderful people so completely ingrained in his life. A safety net he could trust implicitly. And now they were extending that same support to her, through him.
She beamed up at Kaige.
His shoulders widened and his fingers uncurled. For the first time, she saw the man without the baggage he normally lugged around. What a difference.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you relax completely.” Nola purred as she ran her fingers over his body, divesting him of his jacket, then working on the row of buttons down his crisp white shirt. The feel of him hard and waiting beneath his clothes drove her mad.
“I wouldn’t exactly say I am yet.” He winked. “But I might be when we’re finished here.”
“Mmm.” Nola tugged his shirt from his trousers and flung it to the growing pile of garments. Carver sidled up next to them, with Roman standing behind him, his hands on Meep’s shoulders as the smaller guy sank to his knees.
“Come on, slow poke.” Barracuda kept them on task.
Next thing Nola knew, Carver had unbuckled Kaige’s belt and relieved him of his pants. Nova shrugged. Efficiency he seemed to appreciate if it meant he was that much closer to fusing them.
She wasn’t going to complain.
Maybe it would be for good this time.
“I can’t believe you’re seeing all of me and you’re still looking at me like…that,” he murmured.
“I’ve seen you naked before, big guy.” She patted his chest. “Nothing to complain about.”
He laughed then waved at his nude skin, decorated so brilliantly. “Thanks, but I’m talking about more than this.”
His heart and soul were laid bare for her judgment.
“I think you’re amazing,” she promised.
“Same goes.” He crushed her in a hug. “A million times over.”
Nola smiled. She stared at Kaige as she lifted her arms and allowed Roman to peel off her dress. Standing before him in a white strapless bra and matching panties, she seemed to have his full attention.
“I wish I could paint, like Mustang.” He sighed.
She could say the same. She’d never get tired of looking at him. Especially not with that twinkle in his eye th
at proclaimed his daredevil side was ready to be unleashed for one hell of a romp.
When Roman raised her hand, kissed her knuckles then spun her in a slow-motion pirouette, Nola realized they were checking out the view from behind. He grabbed her full ass and spread her cheeks a bit, enough to make her g-string ineffective in blocking even a sliver of her bottom.
Carver kneeled to lay a kiss on each of her cheeks. “You’re damn fine, Nola.”
“Thanks.” She swallowed when Roman and Kaige each took one of her hands and lowered her to the carpet beneath them. Bryce joined them, leaving Holden to help Alanso prep Eli to take him in his ass while Eli fucked their wife.
It seemed like it might be one of their favorite ways to chain mate. It certainly was hot to watch.
Swinger would likely get his cock sucked by either Alanso or Sally, whichever had more sense about them at the moment. In the background, the Powertools crew cheered them on while helping their partners enjoy the show as much as they did, providing eye candy for the Hot Rods while they were at it.
Kayla called out to Sally, “You know, some day when you’re ready for advanced tricks, you might want to try fooling around with Nola. A woman is best for finding her way around another woman’s body.”
Mustang froze, as did Nola. Then she squeaked, “Seriously? Do you guys…girls, I mean…”
“Yep.” Devon beamed. “Variety is the spice of life, you know. At least for me. But it took a while to work up to it. It’s not for everyone either. Morgan’s not really into girl-on-girl stuff.”
“And that’s okay,” Mike explained. “You’ll figure out what each other’s boundaries are and how you fit together in infinite combinations. It’ll take time. No reason to rush. Enjoy each new pleasure as it comes.”
“Literally,” Neil joked. “And comes and comes…”
James smacked his partner on his washboard abs, causing not one iota of damage.
Kaige watched Nola as if hunting for some sign of repulsion, which he wouldn’t find. It was obviously a departure from what she’d considered to be her sexual orientation. After tonight, though, who knew where she’d stand?
“Would you like that, Kaige?” She couldn’t resist teasing. “To see me kiss another woman?”
His cock leaked at the thought alone, though she knew he’d never pressure her. She and Sally scooted closer to each other, by some tacit understanding, allowing the men doting on them both to stay more connected too.
Nola felt empowered by their acceptance, unafraid of putting herself on display or of appreciating the muscled forms of men—and women—who worked hard for a living.
Kaige growled, then charged as if he couldn’t wait another instant.
He settled on top of her, his cock riding the furrow of her slit. Within seconds, he was coated in her arousal. A slight tilt of his hips and he’d notched the tip of his cock inside her.
“I missed you,” she murmured. “Let’s not wait to do this again.”
“Your best proposal yet.” He groaned as her heat must have set him ablaze. He rocked slightly, locking their bodies as his head popped inside the ring of muscles guarding her opening.
And with that, the rest of the Hot Rods began to deepen their own embraces. Sally soon found herself full of Eli as he welcomed Alanso. Holden slipped between Mustang’s and Al’s mouths, satisfied with either person suckling him. Bryce pivoted, alternating toying with Nola and Sally.
Kaige advanced farther into Nola’s body. He buried himself balls deep before kissing her thoroughly while they both overcame the initial shock of that intense binding.
Sally declared her love and devotion to her husbands then the rest of the group.
The Powertools crew echoed her sentiments to their mates and each other.
Overcome by the positive energy surrounding them, Nola urged Kaige to move.
She smiled into his eyes, trailing her fingers over his lips then his dreads and on to his tattoos. Exchanging such tenderness with one special person, as well as a group of close friends, amplified the intensity of their intimate joining.
“I’m proud to show you off.” He grunted as he buried himself in her. “You make me feel so good. They can tell, Nola. I’m content. For the first time. Because of you.”
As Kaige made love to her—slow and gentle, finally—his friends got in on the action. Bryce and Carver ducked close to each take one of her breasts into their mouths. They suckled even as their hands wandered down her torso, and Nova’s.
The sensations they added to the already incredible fucking Kaige gave her pushed Nola higher than she’d ever gone before. They kept up their manipulations, worming their fingers between the writhing bodies of their friends to toy with her clit or Nova’s balls on occasion.
Kneeling, bent at the waist, Carver flashed his ass at Roman and took a quick break from suckling her to ask, “Aren’t you going to fill me up, Barracuda?”
“I thought—” The oldest member of the Hot Rods cleared his throat. “Maybe, just for tonight. This one time…”
Even Kaige paused as Roman spit out his shocking offer. “I thought you might like to show me what all the fuss is about.”
Carver spun to face his roommate. “Are you saying…?”
“Yeah. If that’s something you’re interested—”
He never did finish that thought. Because Meep’s mouth crashed down on Roman’s. They wrestled each other with a ferocity that had Nola begging Kaige to resume his steady fucking in order to replace some of the tension with delicious friction.
Nola sighed and moaned. “They’re so hot together. Fuck me harder, Kaige.”
He didn’t have much choice. The sight of Roman surrendering to Carver had to get to him too.
Though soon enough, Meep ended their kiss and dropped to his back beside Nola. They left only enough room for Roman to straddle the guy. Carver said, “You should run the show. You can decide how deep to take me and how fast that way. Plus I’ll be able to jerk you off.”
Nola clenched around Kaige. She cried out, drawing encouragement from the Powertools ringing them.
“Better yet,” Dave suggested, “why not let Nola do the honors so you can concentrate on supporting your guy?”
Sounded like a plan to her. What would it be like to touch one man while another fucked her so perfectly? Now that they’d offered the possibility, she had to know.
Before the idea had even flown from the crew member’s mouth, Nola had her hand up and curled around Roman. Watching her dark fingers on his lighter skin elicited a groan from Kaige. He grit his teeth.
“Is this okay?” she verified.
“Better than.” He panted. “The way you didn’t hesitate to please my friend… Damn that’s so fucking hot. So is the way your pussy is strangling me.”
She did her best to distract Barracuda as he impaled himself on Carver for the first time. His virgin ass had no trouble accepting the modest shaft and soon he was riding his roommate in sync with Kaige, who caressed her from the inside out.
Holden stared in wonder.
“Nova?” he grumbled.
“Yeah,” was the best Kaige seemed to be able to manage. Roaring, with his head thrown back, he looked as if he tried to fend off his rising ecstasy.
“I gotta be inside someone. Linked.” Swinger’s gaze ping-ponged from couple to couple or clump of people to clump of other people where the distinctions began to get hazy. All around, lovers united.
“What’s wrong with my mouth?” Carver rose an eyebrow. Dotted with sweat, his forehead declared him incapable of much more than enduring the blazing rapture Roman had inspired with both his tight ass and his trust.
“Or mine?” Nola surprised herself again.
“Generous and loving—you hit it big, Nova.” Holden slapped Kaige’s shoulder.
Thrilled to make her guy proud, she reached out her tongue and licked the underside of Swinger’s head. And that was all it took. Within five seconds, she had a mouthful of one Hot Rod and
a handful of another to go with the thick shaft filling her pussy. The taste of pure passion sent her to the next level of rapture.
Beside them, Eli roared. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
As if to prove their point, one of the Powertools loosed a long, low moan that could only mean they were coming. Several others followed suit. Knowing their sharing enhanced people’s desire instead of dampening it seemed to reassure the Hot Rods.
Nola could say it did the same for her.
They grew more vocal. More bold. More vigorous in their fucking.
Nola didn’t realize wetness trailed from the corners of her eyes until Kaige glanced down at her. He stuttered within her. “Are you okay?”
Holden withdrew from her mouth long enough to let her explain her tears of joy.
“It’s so beautiful. So powerful. So much…more…than I could have hoped for tonight.” She hugged Nova fiercely. “Thank you for including me. For making me a part of something bigger.”
Kaige’s cock bulged. He angled his hips so that his blunt head, complete with the sexy metal piercing, prodded her right about…there.
With a gasp and shriek she hoped were more adorable than slasher-flick, Nola balanced on the brink of orgasm. Holden assisted her demise by toying with her breasts while Kaige repeated his targeted strokes. From next to them, Alanso began to curse a steady stream of Spanish. They were all toeing the line.
Together.
Roman crumbled first. He went stiff on top of Carver, groaning and clutching Kaige’s arm to steady himself as he loosed a steady stream of come across his roommate’s chest. The smaller man pumped his own release into Roman’s ass as Nola continued to stroke the hard-on spurting through her fingers.
The proof of her participation in such a momentous sharing tipped her over the edge. She stared straight into Kaige’s eyes as she allowed herself to be swept away. His pupils dilated as she began to come beneath him. Her whole body quaked and still she managed to swallow as Holden joined her in ultimate rapture.
