Hammer It Home: Powertools, Book 6

by Rylon, Jayne

“You know I did,” he answered Kay, yet he never deflected his stare from Morgan.

  “Me too.” She squeezed his fingers tighter than she intended when Mike plunged a bit deeper.

  “Damn. Sorry.” He cursed below his breath. “You’re killing me with all this talk.”

  “Do it, Mike.” Her attempt to wrap her leg around his hip was less than successful given the incline of her torso. Hell, he really had her hiked up. The thought of his come pooling inside her while his friends added to the mix sent a bolt of lightning from her brain straight to her pussy. She clenched around him.

  “Not going anywhere when you’re tighter than a fist.” He attempted to work through her rings of muscle. Soaked, her body still had to be cajoled to permit him entry. “You sure I’m not hurting you, sweetheart?”

  “Uh-huh.” She didn’t care that the affirmation held no ladylike grace, only desperate craving. “More.”

  Mike concentrated then. They all knew when he set his mind to something… Well, you’d better look out. He whipped up his charm along with his persistence, plying her breasts with deceptively tender ministrations while he forced his shaft deep inside her.

  Each crewmember fucked differently. They had their own styles. With her eyes wide open, she assembled visual memories she’d snipped while studying him with the other guys—and more recently the women, herself included.

  “My favorite thing about you is when you get bossy. You’re a natural leader, Mike.” She couldn’t believe she found her focus long enough to share the admiration in her heart for him. “Your children will have that spark. I would be lucky to foster that brand of bravery.”

  His stride hitched with him seated almost fully.

  “Thank you.” He blinked several times as though to clear away the moisture threatening there. “Now stop talking and put that pretty mouth to better use.”

  Lips descended on hers, preventing her from injecting some smartass remark into the heat of the moment. Honestly, that was more Devon’s thing anyway. Morgan preferred to be honest and open in her affections. Mike sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on the plumped flesh. The man could kiss, that was for sure. Maybe not with all the finesse of James or the caring of Joe, but with heat and drive and pure passion. Yes.

  “Do that again,” Joe directed Mike. “You just made the muscle in her jaw twitch like it does before she loses it.”

  What was her husband talking about? She’d have to ask him later. Way later.

  “Don’t worry. Felt it straight through my cock.” Mike rocked inside her, rubbing himself on every swollen inch of her pussy. “You didn’t tell me Mo was so submissive. Why haven’t I noticed before? You’re going to have to let us tie her up soon.”

  This time she couldn’t deny half her face practically seized. How could it not when she clenched her jaw to keep from begging him to try it without hesitation? Every time she shared herself with the crew, she learned more about her inner core—who she really was and who they could be together.

  Mike pursued the lead like a pitbull with a juicy bone. He bracketed her wrist, the one not already captured in Joe’s hold, and pinned it to the pillow beside her cheek. His hips hammered into her, driving him home to the full extent within her moist channel. She swore she could feel his blunt head tucking directly against her cervix each time he bottomed out.

  “You want us to rule you? Make you take what we’re giving you? You will because you trust us to love you and bring you only the greatest of pleasure along with a twinge of pain.” He uncovered a fantasy she hadn’t realized she’d buried. So deep she had never admitted the curiosity even to herself. Maybe she’d never trusted anyone with absolute faith before. “I won’t forget, Morgan. How much you like this.”

  Before she could figure out what he meant, he released her wrist. His hand snaked between them, his fingertips pinching her nipple.

  Not gently.

  Not brutally.

  Just right.

  At the same time, he ground himself between her thighs in a sinful figure eight that kept him buried balls deep yet stimulated every possible area of her pussy, inside and out. Her clit mashed against the flat, taut plane of his torso, just above his cock. The veins and ridges of his shaft aggravated the lining of her channel, which fluttered around the embedded cock that nudged, nudged, nudged her in all the right places.

  Morgan tried to warn him, but it was no use. She shouldn’t have bothered.

  “Damn, I can see her coming around you.” Dave groaned.

  “Better keep your hand off your hard-on, buddy,” Kayla chided her husband. “Wouldn’t want you wasting the good stuff before it’s your turn.”

  The steady commentary of her friends and lovers spurred Morgan to greater heights. She loved sharing this moment with all of them. At one time, she might have been self-conscious about surrendering so completely before their eyes. Now having them with her only magnified her pleasure. Her orgasm grew in intensity until she would have sworn she would hurt Mike with the force of her clamping.

  The strangled cry he emitted seemed to support that theory.

  Until the flood of desire rushed out of his cock and poured inside her as thick and hot as a lava flow. He pumped into her in time to the spurts blasting her unprotected pussy. Milking him deliberately, Morgan concentrated on obeying Kayla’s calm yet clear instructions for wringing every last drop of semen from his balls.

  “Jesus.” His arms shook as he held himself up enough to prevent crushing her.

  Joe reached out, steadying his friend. When the imminent threat of her being turned into a pancake by a smoking-hot construction worker had passed, he petted Morgan with loving caresses, allowing his hand to wander between her and Mike until his fingers ringed his best friend’s softening shaft. “Pull out.”

  The foreman kissed her cheek, then slipped from her body. Pearlescent fluid clung to his cock. She whimpered at the reminder of their purpose.

  “Wait.” Joe collected the remnants, stroking along Mike’s length with his index finger. Mike shuddered and cursed. Dave leaned forward to brace him while Joe finished his thorough cleaning.

  “I realize it probably doesn’t make a difference.” Joe smiled softly when she would have interjected. “Still, I like the idea of you taking it all.”

  Morgan’s eyes rolled back when he spread the lips of her pussy and smeared the thick cream along her opening.

  “There, that’s better.” He hummed his approval.

  “I’ve got to be next.” Dave shouldered Mike aside, trusting Neil and James to situate the nearly comatose man in the corner of the bed, propped as Dave had so recently been to ensure he didn’t miss a moment of the action. “Unless…”

  Dave paused, his hand idly traversing the bold thickness of his erection.

  “You’re not too much for me.” Morgan held her arms up and open again. “I’ve had you before. You fit me just fine, remember?”

  The concern clouding his eyes cleared up in the wake of his smile. “Oh, hell yeah. I thought you might rocket into space the day you rode me in our living room chair, when we all swapped partners.”

  Blushing was ridiculous. It didn’t matter, Morgan’s cheeks heated at the reminder of the first time they’d gone round-robin with each other. She’d come again and again with hardly any effort, turned on by living out a longtime fantasy and discovering the real thing to be a million times better than her imagination had proclaimed it would be.

  “You’re cute when you turn shy.” He nudged her legs wide enough to accommodate his huge, though fit, frame. Burrowing close, he kissed her softly, then stroked her hair, helping her recover from the ecstasy Mike had inspired while keeping the embers of her desire glowing.

  His bulk sheltered her from anything beyond their embrace.

  “A child of yours would have a kind and accepting nature. I promise Joe and I will protect the baby, and allow him or her to blossom into a person as generous and loving as you are. It would be an honor.” She trailed h
er fingertips over his ripped muscles. Just because he was stronger than an ox didn’t mean he didn’t need to be cared for. She would never make that mistake, not knowing him as well as she did.

  Joe cleared his throat from beside her. Proving her point, Dave extended his hand and tapped Joe on the cheek, roughly scrubbing over the five o’clock shadow Morgan adored. “I wouldn’t trust very many people with my legacy. You know Kay and I aren’t planning to have kids of our own, so I hope you don’t mind me saying I really pray this works out. I’d like to know some part of me will live on after I check out, and I couldn’t think of any better people to nurture that seed than you.”

  Dave glanced at his wife. She flashed a watery smile in their direction. Neil leaned over to rub her shoulder and she tipped her cheek onto his knuckles. Kayla whispered, “Good luck.”

  With her blessing, Dave notched the tip of his fat cock in the vestibule of Morgan’s pussy. Pressure built. He rocked until the head penetrated, breaching her initial resistance. They both gasped when she hugged his engorged cap.

  “I love watching you surrender to him.” Joe traced the taut tissue of her inner lips around his friend’s intrusion. “It seems impossible, until it’s not. It makes me wish I could give you more.”

  “You’ve given me everything.” Morgan laid her fingers on Joe’s chest, over his heart. “Everything that matters. Home, family, friends and your love. What else is there?”

  They exchanged an entire conversation with one look. Reassurance she could never find him lacking. Oaths to continue to provide unfailing support for each other, no matter what obstacles the future flung in their paths. All with the security provided by the crew woven throughout. Together they were unbreakable.

  She’d nearly forgotten Dave existed as she and Joe locked lips. Or perhaps he simply became an extension of the man she loved. Her husband plied her mouth with tender nips and flicks of his tongue across the sensitive underside of her own, distracting her from the discomfort caused by the advancement of his burly friend. Until Dave bucked and groaned, igniting a conflagration that burned her nerve endings from the inside out.

  “Sorry, sorry.” He panted, though he froze between her legs, his cock fully impaling her. “It’s just, you’re so…squishy. Warm and wet. Mike must have been saving that up for a few days.”

  Kate whimpered, cutting through Dave’s awe.

  The foreman abandoned the bed. He scooped his wife into his arms and settled himself in the oversized armchair, tucking her to his glistening chest. Reminding Morgan of a horse, steaming in the winner’s circle after a mad dash to the finish, tired yet proud, he stroked Kate’s hair. “It’s fine. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself. You haven’t been feeling well. Concentrate on staying healthy and helping my son grow strong. I’ve got the rest. Hell, it’s not like I’m going to be horny for a solid year after tonight.”

  “Promise?” Kate blinked up at her man.

  “Yeah, I’m good. Perfect.”

  “Shit. Didn’t think…” Dave’s cock lost some of its steeliness.

  “It’s impossible to hang on to reason when you’re visiting paradise that sweet.” James mediated the potential awkwardness, as usual. “I can’t wait to feel her for myself. Though after you, I’m afraid I’m not going to be very impressive.”

  “I’ve got an idea.” Neil whispered in James’s ear, pausing to nibble on his lover’s lobe.

  “You dirty bastard.” James shivered. “Pour on the speed, Dave. I’m in a hurry to try this deviant’s latest scheme.”

  Morgan chuckled when Dave looked from guy to guy surrounding them. Distracted, he lost a little of his focus. Kayla unfurled herself from her chair and climbed onto the elevated bed. She sidled up behind her husband and brushed her almost-bare breasts across his back.

  Though her hands weren’t visible, Morgan could guess what kind of magic they worked when Dave shuddered between her legs. The other woman spoke, low and wicked, to her husband. “Remember what I told you before? How it turns me on to see you lose yourself to giving one of our friends pleasure? How I’m going to reward you later? Too bad I didn’t think to bring my strap-on or we could have been a little more efficient. I’m a fan of multitasking.”

  Dave jerked forward, his cock firming with every pounding beat of his heart. Buried as deep as possible, he inflated within Morgan, stretching her until she swore she’d never been so full in all her life.

  Indentations made by Kayla’s dark purple nails on Dave’s pecs caught Morgan’s attention. The prickle they caused only seemed to rile him further. His nostrils flared, and muscles ticked beneath the ink swirling across his olive skin, making him look like a bull ready to charge. His wife waved the red cape of his turn-ons like a world champion matador.

  Morgan didn’t mind being pierced by his horns.

  “There you go.” Kayla spanked Dave several times in rapid succession. Morgan imagined flaming handprints appearing on his tight ass. “Give it to her nice and we’ll play rough later.”

  “Looks like Mo isn’t the only one exploring lately.” Mike raised an eyebrow from his place at the head of the bed.

  “Devon gave me the idea.” Kay beamed at her friend. She sank onto the arm of Dev’s chair instead of returning to her outpost. “I love that we learn from each other. Constant progression. Getting old together will never be boring when we’re changing and growing all the time.”

  Dev patted the cushion beside her hip as she scooted to one side of the oversized seat. Kayla slipped beside her friend, gathering the smaller woman close so their legs braided. She kissed Devon with the soft yet fierce passion the crew had come to expect from the pair on occasion. “Thank you.”

  “Anytime.” Devon winked, then got comfy, resting her head on Kayla’s shoulder.

  “Oh, shit. They’re making out, aren’t they?” Dave clenched his jaw. He retreated only long enough to advance again, less carefully this time.

  “Shit yeah,” Joe teased. “With lots of tongue and even some boob fondling.”

  “Really?”

  Morgan didn’t blame Dave for looking over his shoulder. She giggled at the epic pout that crossed his face when he realized Joe was pulling his leg.

  “We’ll save the show for later. You need to focus.” Devon ratcheted up her stern inner minx. She was getting pretty damn proficient at playing the part. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll help Kayla teach you a lesson after we’re done here.”

  “Don’t fuck this up.” Neil added another swat to Dave’s ass. “I want to watch.”

  “Morgan…” Wide eyes implored her to help.

  “Nobody’s stopping you.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Dave. You don’t have to go slow.”

  “Want it to be special.” His face lowered enough so he could capture her mouth beneath his. The soothing kiss he imparted had little in common with the jacking of his hips. An apology transmitted through every soft caress of his tongue. Tenderness offset by the power of his thrusts between her quivering thighs.

  Heat and wonder built inside her like steam in a pressure cooker. Weight compressed her chest as he descended, trying to close any lingering gaps between them. Their perspiration-coated skin adhered where they collided. The insides of her knees stuck on his ribs as he folded her practically in half.

  Metal brushed her nipple. The warmed bar of his piercings glanced across her pebbled flesh, inciting a riot in the primed tissue of her breasts. How could he be so tough and yet so sweet? So huge and yet maybe the most delicate of all the men?

  Morgan hugged him to her, sheltering him in a welcoming grasp. The discomfort of his oversized cock and heavy body were nothing compared to the bliss of granting him safe harbor and an outlet for the glorious energy he’d obviously pent up.

  “It is. Perfect.” She encouraged him to abandon the last of his inhibitions by dragging her nails down the bunched sinew on either side of his spine hard enough to leave proof of the claim she staked. Her heels drummed on his
ass when he rutted in earnest.

  Morgan scooted toward the headboard as he plowed into her, over and over.

  Joe shifted, draping one arm beneath her head, around her shoulders, to anchor her through the storm of Dave’s unleashed fervor.

  She couldn’t do more than hang on and enjoy the ride. Tingles spread throughout her body, electrifying her from her fingers to her toes. Focusing on the absolute pleasure, she cultivated the sensation, fertilizing it until it bloomed out of control.

  “It won’t be much longer,” James murmured in the background. “Are you almost ready, Neil?”

  “Been waiting our turn for at least nine million years, haven’t we?”

  “Just feels that way.” Mike shushed the pair. “Don’t distract Morgan.”

  As if she could think of anything but the force of the man driving inside her, pushing her tighter to her husband with every surge of precise momentum Dave instilled in her. His scrunched lids flew open, revealing the clear honesty in his bright eyes. “Want this. So badly. Both of you. Deserve it. To have what you need.”

  The intensity of his desires percolated through every pore of Morgan’s body. She absorbed each droplet of the genuine compassion oozing from him while hoping she deserved such gallantry. Her body responded to the emotions barraging her heart and soul. It squeezed him tight, enhancing the effort he dedicated to pleasing her in this moment as well as the greater scheme of their lives.

  She hadn’t imagined she could come with each man this evening. In the recesses of her mind, she remembered Mike’s advice—orgasms improved the odds of conception. Thank God it wasn’t the other way around or she’d stand no chance at all.

  Her toes curled as ripples began to undulate her swollen channel around the constant invasion of Dave’s shaft. Balls slapped against her ass each time he ground deep within her. They both shouted as they escalated each other’s pleasure through the natural expression of their own rapture.

  “I’m going to come,” Dave bellowed. He threw his head back and impressed her all over again with the magnitude of his strength. Muscles twitched as he restricted the range of their flexing.