by Rylon, Jayne
“Unless it’s because you’ve fucked yourself into complete exhaustion and dehydration, right?” Joe smacked Neil’s back, rattling both him and Devon.
She hated that she nearly cried. Clawing at Neil’s shoulders, she encouraged him to squeeze her tighter. “You’re home early! Damn, I missed you.”
“Same goes. Couldn’t stay away any longer.” He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deep.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Mike asked as the rest of the crew piled in close on Neil’s heels.
The loft had never seemed cramped before. Hard bodies and testosterone overwhelmed Devon’s senses. She couldn’t speak so she indulged in the luxury of having them surround her.
“A pillow fight?” Dave groaned when he took in the four women, naked except for the feathers tangled in their hair and stuck to the light sheen of perspiration coating their flushed skin. They breathed hard where they’d collapsed onto the bed. “And here I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.”
“Why the hell did we need a vacation again? We’re living the dream.” Joe stared, licking his lips, while James sidled up beside Neil. He sandwiched Devon between their chests. Neil angled her so she faced their partner. Several inches shorter than Neil, he easily claimed her mouth in a scorching yet infinitely tender kiss. His fingertip traced the tattoo—similar to the one both he and Neil sported—on her ring finger.
“I missed you too,” Devon whispered when they finally broke apart.
“But not as much as Kay missed me. Right, babe?” Dave strutted to the side of the bed near his wife.
Morgan surprised them all when she whacked him hard in the gut with her pillow. “Ha! She’s got nothing on me. Without Joe, I almost died of loneliness. And horniness.”
The women’s ceasefire erupted into a second round of good-natured exchanges. Devon squirmed from Neil’s arms to join the fray. The crew cheered on their girls, calling out helpful tips. When Kate swung wide, her pillow caught the edge of the tray on the nightstand.
Mike dove for the tipping platter. The guys roared when he rescued it. Sort of like he’d done for Kate that fateful afternoon two summers ago.
“Hey, now. Truce. That’s not funny. Bacon almost became an innocent casualty. Wasting it would be a cardinal sin. Straight to hell, do not pass go.” Joe snapped up a slice and devoured it in one bite. If he were a cartoon, they would have heard the galoomp of him swallowing it whole.
“Did you even chew that?” James shook his head, whether in awe or disgust it was hard to tell.
“There’s nothing better than salty breakfast meat.”
“That’s what he said.” Kayla had her friends rolling with her snide interjection.
As if they were universally wired, the guys scanned first the pile of steaming waffles, then the assortment of women. They made the circuit several times. Dave practically gave himself whiplash before growling, “We can reheat the food when we’re finished working up our appetites.”
“No bacon left behind,” Mike agreed.
“I’m dying for a taste of you.” Joe rushed Morgan. He triggered a stampede.
The crew invaded the girls’ sanctuary, pairing—or trebling—up with their mates. Moans and sighs replaced battle cries as they held sensual reunions.
Devon gasped when Neil pressed her to the bed. A welter of limbs cascaded over her as nine people found a way to share the king-sized bed in some fashion or another. They writhed in the wake of equal pleasure.
“I have a better idea.” James lifted his head from where he’d suckled Devon’s nipple into a taut peak. “No reason we can’t have our women and eat them too.”
“I like the way you think.” Dave groaned. “Hand me some of that whipped cream.”
Neil’s hand shook as he passed the gravy boat heaped with fresh-made topping. The cobalt glass slipped from his grip. Joe snagged the handle, keeping the vessel from bonking Kayla. The rapid deceleration launched the contents all over. Splatter dispersed across Kate, Mike, Kayla, Devon and anyone else in the path of the sweet cream.
“Shit.” Neil’s pupils dilated when a glob dripped off James’s pec onto Devon’s tummy.
Before she could register the chill accompanying the splash above her mound, the moist heat of Neil’s tongue swiped across the same spot. All too soon, he’d licked her clean.
“Excuse me.” James grinned as he slipped his hand past Dave, who’d crawled between his wife’s legs for the best seat in the house at the unusual buffet.
Kayla arched. Each of the men scooped a portion of the treat from her skin.
“You like them petting you?” Dave murmured against the succulent flesh of her pussy.
“Yes. God, yes.” She spread her legs wider, rocking her hips toward her husband’s parted lips. “Eat me.”
He did.
Devon observed the industrious man devouring her friend. He made up in gusto anything he might have lacked in finesse. Long laps of his tongue gathered whipped cream mixed with the glistening arousal spreading across Kayla’s inner thigh.
Neil groaned. Devon’s fingers clenched on his shoulders, urging him closer. He obliged her unspoken command by lavishing similar attention on her.
James wormed into an available space between Devon and Morgan. The entire loft overflowed with passionate cries and hard-bodied males worshipping their women. He rolled onto his side, his cock prodding the curve of her hip as he settled his lips over hers for a series of sinful kisses. His mouth tasted faintly of vanilla.
He burrowed one arm beneath her neck, supporting her head. He held her at the angle he preferred for feasting on her lips. Their tongues flicked over one another. His detoured to trace the corners of her smile and tickle the roof of her mouth. They alternated ravenous sucks with dainty sips.
She shivered when Neil thrust his firm tongue into the opening of her pussy. Her hands glided upward, burying in the almost-too-long strands of Neil’s thick hair.
“Dev, if you’re touching him…” James angled his head to verify she hadn’t shifted as he murmured to her. Before he could sort out the puzzle, his brains understandably addled by the outrageous level of pheromones battering their systems, Morgan came to his rescue.
“Hey there, cutie.” Morgan winked before tugging on James’s erection.
“Um.” His stare flew between Devon, Neil, Joe and Mike to gauge their reactions. “Am I allowed to enjoy this?”
Mike shrugged. “Why do I get the feeling we should have known better than to leave these vixens to find trouble without us?”
“It’s okay with me.” Devon grinned.
“Joe?” James stayed stock still.
“Shit, it’s hot. If my wife wants to jerk you off, I vote for letting her. She passes inspection in my book when it comes to hand jobs.”
The other crew members groaned.
“Alrighty then.” James clamped his fingers around Morgan’s, which were slick with whipped cream, encouraging her to stroke faster.
“Well, since we’re playing like that…” Mike swiped a dollop of fluff from Kayla’s chest, lingering longer than necessary to massage some of it into the swell of her breast. He walked his fingers up her neck and allowed her to suck his index finger clean.
“Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart.” His hand shook as Kate straddled him, grinding on his obvious hard-on. Only then did Devon realize the guys were naked. They must have shed their standard jeans and T-shirt uniforms on arrival at Kay’s naturist retreat. She certainly didn’t intend to complain about the display of cut muscles and sleek bodies.
“Neil.” She whimpered his name several times before her plea registered.
“Dev?” He glanced up though he didn’t stop teasing her for longer than it took to whisper her name.
“Will you fuck me? Please. Need you inside me.”
“No.” He shook his head, causing the nerves in her swollen folds to riot. “But I will make love to you. Here. With our friends surrounding us. Joining in.”
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nbsp; Devon smiled when she thought about sharing the positive energy they generated. She’d been hanging around Kayla and her New Age junk too much lately.
James reached for Neil’s cock when their lover rose over her. The smaller man guided their mate’s long erection to her opening. The slickness the men inspired ensured Neil glided through her rings of muscle despite the tight fit he still made with her body.
“You love watching them together.” Morgan didn’t ask James. She didn’t have to with her fingers wrapped around his steely shaft. “I swear you just got twice as hard, and that’s saying something.”
“Yeah.” He groaned.
“And you. You’re soaked.” Joe snuggled tight to Morgan’s back. With her front pressed to James, she could have felt claustrophobic. Her guttural moan proved that wasn’t the case. “You like being a dirty girl, don’t you? What does it feel like to grope my friend while I’m fucking you?”
“Gah!”
Kate chuckled at Morgan’s helplessness. Grunts and sighs fell from the couple. Joe draped Morgan’s knee over James’s hip to guarantee he’d penetrated her completely.
Devon tried to watch. Flat on her back, she missed some of the action.
“Here, shorty.” Neil scooped one arm beneath her shoulders without a hitch in his stride. He rocked into her as he rearranged some of the pillows, inclining her shoulders until she could survey the entire lascivious landscape.
Despite only sixty-seven and a half hours apart, she could tell he worked harder to penetrate her than he had when he’d said goodbye. Luckily, the visuals turned her on even more. She appreciated the distraction from slight discomfort that quickly became something entirely pleasurable.
“We can’t all be giants like you.” She nipped Neil’s bottom lip before he rose to optimize the angle of his stokes. With the view clear, she allowed her gaze to wander.
She lay on her back with Neil pumping into her, making her see more stars than the night sky held far out here on the top of the mountain. James lounged on his side facing her. Morgan’s hand brushed the dip of her waist and the side of her ribs as she worked the gentle man who’d captured Devon’s heart from her very first day as the crew’s intern.
She paused to stare into his eyes, which looked so much like her own it startled her on occasion.
“I love you,” he moaned before stretching his neck toward her for another taste. Neil swooped in to lick the seam of their mouths. Soon the three of them traded open-mouthed kisses.
When they came up for air, Devon continued to feed off the scene before her. Beyond James, Morgan took Joe’s increasing strokes, writhing between the men bracketing her. The roving action of her hand on James’s cock grew less regular. James facilitated the exchange by fucking into her hold. The ruddy tip of his hard-on poked Devon in the side at the apex of each thrust.
Beyond the three lovers on their sides, Mike reclined, stretched out like a sultan enjoying his harem. With his arms crossed behind his head, he held himself in a suspended crunch as though it were no effort at all. With ripped abs like his, maybe it wasn’t.
“Like what you see?” He smirked when he caught her staring.
Kate must have read Devon’s mind. She tweaked her husband’s nipple. The cocky foreman jerked, rubbing the sting from his chest even as he laughed. Still, his raging erection never wilted.
“Behave yourself.” Kate wagged her index finger at him. He rocked upward to catch it in his mouth, sucking until his wife melted a tiny bit.
“I could say the same for you.” He dusted light kisses over her knuckles between every couple words. “But I’d much rather you be naughty. Quit teasing me. Three days is too long to be without you. Put my cock inside you. Now.”
Devon shivered at the command inherent in his tone. Mike was impossible to resist when he got bossy.
Kate lifted up to make room for his shaft. She braced herself on his chest with one hand, the other reaching behind her blindly. Devon couldn’t fault her for the lack of coordination that had her fishing for Mike’s cock. The surfeit of sexy men would make anyone’s system go haywire.
Kayla noticed Kate’s dilemma and lent a helping hand. Cleaned of the cream, she rolled from her back and swiped at the last blob, which decorated the corner of Dave’s mouth, with one finger. From where she perched on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, she extended her left hand. Perpendicular to the three other couples, she easily encircled the base of Mike’s shaft with her long fingers.
“I’ve got this, Kate.” Kayla moaned when Dave couldn’t resist the temptation of her ass on display before him. The broadest and most powerful of them all, he made sure not to crush anyone’s legs when he scrambled to kneel behind his wife. The colorful design of her alluring tattoos flexed as she settled herself. They provided the perfect lines for Dave to trace with his tongue.
James, Morgan and Joe shuffled their feet and legs so they rested on top of Dave’s calves, ankles and soles. They anchored him to the bed.
Each of them was connected in some way to the rest of the crew.
Kay still rode the same mental wavelength as Devon. She glanced up from her task, meeting Dev’s stare.
How had they ended up as far away as possible from each other in the intertwined knot of lovers? Despite Kayla’s lissome frame, enhanced by attending the early morning yoga sessions her resort offered, there was no way she and Devon could touch from opposite corners of the enormous bed.
Devon couldn’t justify the sliver of disappointment prickling her heart.
James murmured, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, really.”
“You’ll tell me later, right?” He whispered in her ear, so no one else heard.
She nodded.
He issued comfort in the form of a soft sweep of his lips down her cheek, along her jaw, then over her mouth. She reveled in the lingering taste of the whipped cream before shifting her attention to her friends once more.
Kayla had resumed her post, aligning the fat head of Mike’s cock. Her hand slipped between Kate’s thighs, ensuring she’d estimated the angle correctly. Kate and Mike both groaned at the flutter of skilled fingers over their aching genitals.
The constant pressure Neil imparted to Devon’s channel as he filled her nudged her close to the edge of ecstasy. Devon could relate to the wild cries Kate unleashed when she slid down Mike’s shaft, impaling herself on his full length. Kayla lowered her hand, fondling Mike’s tight sac with a gentle caress that made Devon pretty damn sure her friend also remembered their conversation from the night before.
What if they all were together when Kate and Mike started their family?
“Shit, yes,” the foreman hissed at the dual sensation of his wife sheathing him and their friend cupping his balls. He collapsed onto the mattress, his shoulders and head bouncing a little following the thud. His hands surrounded Kate’s hips. Dinged, calloused fingers splayed across her ass.
He encouraged her to ride him, setting a demanding pace she eagerly complied with.
Kayla shouted when Dave distracted her from her ministrations by plunging his cock to the hilt in her welcoming body with one complete stroke. He covered her back, biting her shoulder as he fondled her breasts with his large hands. The graceful ripple of his body as he fucked Kay mesmerized Devon.
Did Neil look like that as he took her?
She looked into his wide eyes and flushed face. He must have read the desire there.
“That hot, huh?”
“Yeah,” was all she could manage.
“Good thing I can’t see them. I wouldn’t last thirty seconds. It’s hard enough listening to them. Sinking inside you. Christ. You feel so good.”
Devon spread her legs as wide as she could, inviting him deeper, given her precarious spot on the edge of the bed and the pile of bodies to her left. James ducked his head to torture her breast. He sucked on her, bit her gently and plumped the modest mound with one hand while the other snaked lower to her pussy.
/> The industrious glide of Morgan’s fingers over his cock freed him to pay the pleasure forward to Devon. His hand danced over her mound, glancing across her clit before measuring Neil’s girth where he spread her pussy wide open.
James gathered moisture from the intersection of Devon and Neil’s bodies. He used the slickness to draw frictionless circles around the hooded knot of her clit. Neil echoed her shudder when her pussy clamped tighter on his hard-on.
“You’re strangling me,” he rasped. “Come when you can, Dev.”
“No.” She thrashed her head on the pillow. “Not without the rest of you.”
“You’re so sweet.” Joe reached past Morgan to pat Devon’s tummy. “No one minds, munchkin. Hell. Likely to set us all off.”
Devon scrunched her eyes closed, trying to regain a measure of control. It was no use. Neil descended. He trapped James’s palm over her mound. The suction of Neil’s mouth on the far side of her chest mimicked James’s attention on her left breast, stealing the last of her reason.
She surrendered to pure sensation.
Devon relaxed, absorbing the pummeling of Neil’s hips. The steady tap pressed James’s wiggling fingers right where she needed the contact most. She resisted the initial wave of pleasure battering her senses. But when she made the mistake of opening her eyes, she caught sight of the admiration and lust in Kayla’s.
The link was too much on top of all the other stimulation.
Devon’s gaze winged frantically from person to person, trying to include them all in the moment. Each crew member focused on her as if they sensed her impending capitulation.
“Let go, Dev,” Mike ordered. “We’re with you.”
An orgasm the likes of which she’d never experienced before wrung her dry from the inside out. It started as a buzz deep in her core and expanded until even her fingertips sang with ultimate pleasure. She’d swear her hair stood on end as electricity raced through her veins.
“Yes. Fuck.” Neil threw his head back and roared. The tendons in his neck stood out in relief on the powerful column. They looked like the veins and ridges of his cock felt caressing her spasming tissue. “Me too.”
