by Rylon, Jayne
“Fill her,” James encouraged their lover. “Show her how you wouldn’t let me take care of you while we were away. You tried to tease me. Backfired, didn’t it? Give her everything you saved up.”
If Neil wasn’t the absolute picture of health, Devon might have worried about him keeling over. His heart hammered against her palm when she lifted it to his chest. Still she unraveled, and he rode her through the never-ending pulses of her climax.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Neil chanted.
The first jet of his semen shot within her, splattering on the swollen walls of her pussy. He grunted and jerked between her thighs over and over, emptying himself with a ferocity she didn’t often witness from her playful lover. The stakes had been raised again. Each person’s rapture amplified as it fed off that of their neighbor, friend, paramour and confidant too.
“That’s it.” James cheered them both on. He tapped a secret code on her clit that never failed to set her ablaze. “Wring him dry.”
Neil huffed as though he’d run an entire marathon in those sixty seconds. He rocked onto his haunches, looking utterly wrecked. Dave put out a hand to steady his partner without pausing his beat as he fucked his wife. In fact, the contact might have been responsible for him speeding up his pace a tad.
Kayla moaned and lowered her cheek to Mike’s shin. She gripped his ankle with her right hand. Head down, ass up, she accepted everything Dave had to give her. Still, the fingers of her left hand drew swirling patterns over Mike’s balls, massaging them.
Kate bounced on her husband’s shaft, somehow managing to look graceful as always despite the primal forces possessing her and obliterating all traces of the proper lady she pretended to be at times.
Aftershocks zinged through Devon, enhanced by the saturnalia around her and the calming strokes of Neil’s palm over her arms, chest and belly. When she emerged from the daze of the most powerful climax of her life, she didn’t waste any time. She yanked Neil toward her for a sloppy kiss before zeroing her focus on James.
“I like the way you think, Dev.” Neil added his caresses to the exposed form of their lover.
Now petted by six hands, maybe more if she counted the occasional touches from Joe, James had no chance at resistance. He made a final stand, locking his jaw so tight she worried he'd crack a molar.
She grinned into his gorgeous eyes.
“Oh shit.” He gasped at the dirty intentions in her gaze.
Devon reached over and rubbed his nipples with the sharp flicks destined to set him off. Sure enough, the scrape of her nails over the pebbled discs had him seizing in Morgan’s embrace.
Come blasted from his cock, catching Devon and Neil with the spray. More fluid dripped from the head to coat Morgan’s fingers as she stroked him slow and sweet after the initial rush had burst free. She massaged his softening flesh, bringing him down gently.
James sighed, welcoming first Neil’s, then Devon’s mouth on his. When they’d had their fill of his lips, he tipped his head, letting Morgan decide if she’d like to accept his invitation.
She did.
Devon smiled as the other woman moaned into James’s mouth.
“Oh shit, yeah,” Joe shouted as he fucked his wife harder. He examined her kissing James up close and personal. “You’re going to make her come, James. She likes it when you suck on her tongue.”
James must have obliged. His throat flexed, and a keening wail escaped from Morgan’s chest. Devon stroked her hair while Mike crooned to her from behind the couple. Devon couldn’t understand the individual words, but the tone conveyed all she needed to know.
Morgan bucked between James and Joe, surrendering to their spell. Joe stiffened and cursed a blue streak. He often did when he lost total control. Mike and Kate joined their friends, all four of them filling the loft with clear signs of their pleasure.
“That’s so hot,” Kayla panted from her front row seat. “I can see. Mike. Overflowing.”
Devon couldn’t quite tell what Kay did then. Both Mike and Kate yelled, their orgasms extending at the contact. She figured it out soon enough when Dave groaned. He captured his wife’s wrist, then tugged it behind her back. He lunged forward, enveloping her fingers in his mouth, sucking the combined flavor of Mike and Kate from them.
The restraint of her arm and the knowledge of how much Dave had shared seemed to push Kayla off the precipice. She clutched Mike’s leg with her free hand and might have toppled beneath the force of Dave’s enthusiastic fucking if it hadn’t been for Joe, who sat up and braced her.
Dave tightened his grip on her ass, slamming home as Kayla shook and moaned. The periodic clenching of his glutes as he released inside his wife fascinated Devon. She wished she could pet his flank as he spilled his seed deep in Kayla’s pussy. Neil reached out and did it for her.
For long minutes they all lay silent except for the rasp of their breathing and an occasional moan that refused to be muted. Content, Devon could have stayed floating in that cloud of mutual admiration and bliss for the rest of her life.
“Welcome home.” Kayla nuzzled Dave, who’d sank on top of her, trapping her to their bed where she seemed perfectly happy remaining for the foreseeable future.
Devon adjusted to make room for Neil. She sat with her shoulders propped against the headboard, cradling Neil’s and James’s cheeks in her palms. They rested their heads on her thighs. Someone’s stomach growled so loud she might have thought it was a truck in the driveway if she didn’t know better.
She leaned to the side and plucked a slice of bacon from the tray. She held the strip between her guys, grinning when they ate it Lady and the Tramp style. Their lips locked when they reached the center, thrillingly close to her pussy.
“I could go for some of that too.”
Devon passed the plate to Kate, who selected a waffle quarter. She ripped off a piece for herself, then another to pop into Mike’s open mouth. He licked melted butter from her fingers before chewing his treat.
Soon, they all were indulging in a decadent breakfast in bed. Sporadic yawns ensured naptime was next on the agenda. Curled together, no one would be left in the cold as they dreamed of new ways to play with each other that would be hard pressed to surpass reality.
When they’d all settled in, satisfied, Joe announced to the room in general, “I take it back. We should definitely go away more often.”
All four women bashed him with their pillows.
Chapter Four
Morgan fiddled with the whisk attachment on the stand mixer she’d bought for Kayla’s kitchen. She baked here often enough to justify the gadget. Meanwhile, Mike finished the last bite of his third helping of the passion-fruit crepes she’d whipped up in the aftermath of their sharing to help refuel the crew.
The extravagant breakfast for four she’d started out with seemed paltry when faced with the five bottomless pits the guys called stomachs. They could easily plow through enough food to keep her in business for eternity. They also loved helping her refine her experiments for Sweet Treats.
“What’s the verdict?” She crossed her fingers.
“Fucking great.” Mike thought for a minute, attempting to flesh out his description, as if knowing it’d help her understand the dish’s potential. “Love how it’s crunchy on the outside and squishy in the center. The plainer part helps temper the goo on top. It’s crazy sweet. Love it.”
Okay, so they had a little way to go yet before she’d claim to have trained them as panel tasters. She laughed. “Thanks.”
He leaned against the cabinets, shooting the shit with her between delighting his tastebuds and complimenting the chef. Joe and Kate weren’t quite ready to head back into town. Steam billowed from the bathroom where Kate showered, and Joe hadn’t roused from his mandatory post-orgy nap. He loved the deep slumber following great sex so much, Morgan didn’t have the heart to wake him just yet. Even if their pillow fight had aggravated the paring knife stabbing through her eye socket courtesy of her indulgence the night before. She s
miled as she peeked at her husband, crashed on the couch in the adjoining room. When he was near, all her aches evaporated.
A hiss drew her attention back to Mike. He cleared his throat and attempted to disguise his wince as he swallowed the final morsel, complete with extra syrup from the edges of the plate.
Morgan crossed to him, relieving him of the dirty dish. “You know, that’s only going to keep getting worse if you don’t go to the dentist. Better have it taken care of before it turns into a fiasco.”
“Shit.” He massaged his jaw, as if that would help. “Don’t mention it to Kate, okay? How could you tell?”
“When you drank the cold OJ with your first pass at breakfast, you flinched.” She rubbed his shoulder, hoping to grant him some comfort. It seemed so natural to touch him, although the gesture had nothing sexual about it.
“Damn Joe’s cousins.” He scowled. “They’re wild bastards, I swear. We need to find them some fine women to settle them down a bit.”
She cocked her head, wondering what the Carter clan had to do with this.
“They were giving us shit about getting domesticated.” He at least had the sense to look ashamed. “We’d had a few too many beers while waiting for nonexistent fish to bite.”
“You got in a fist fight?” Morgan’s eyes grew wide.
“It wasn’t as barbaric as you make it sound.” He shrugged. “Just a little roughhousing among friends. Except my boot slipped on the ice and I smacked my jaw pretty hard on Logan Carter’s tackle box. I think I might have cracked one of my molars. Son of a bitch. I hate the dentist. Really hate it.”
Morgan had never seen Mike like this before. His foot wiggled non-stop while his fingers beat an erratic tattoo on the counter.
Every superman had his kryptonite.
“Hey.” She put her arms around his waist and hugged him. “I completely understand. I’m really afraid of the dentist too.”
He shot her a look just short of rolling his eyes. “A lot of people dislike it. I get that, but I can’t explain how it makes me feel. Something along the lines of a chick screaming on top of a table when a mouse invades her kitchen. It’s irrational and stupid. I still can’t help it.”
“You mean how your heart seizes up like you’re going to die, or how your vision narrows into tiny pinpricks of light, or how you can’t draw a full breath into your lungs?” She shivered.
“Yeah. Like that.” He frowned. “Didn’t you get crowns on your front teeth last year? How the hell did you manage that if you’re as scared as I am?”
“I didn’t the first three times. I pulled into the lot and drove right back home.” She couldn’t say which of them clutched the other tighter.
“Why the hell didn’t you say something?” He hugged her to him and sighed.
“I was embarrassed.” She grimaced.
“So how did you work up the guts to go through with it?” He paused. “Did it hurt this bad? And you suffered? Shit, better not tell Joe that. Soon I’m not going to be able to fall asleep. It throbs like a motherfucker.”
“Yeah, there was that, although mine was more cosmetic at this stage. Plus, I went to school with a guy who’s a dentist these days. Graduated at the top of his class, I swear. He has a fancy practice in the converted farmhouse on Werner Avenue. When I balked, he fetched me from the bakery.”
“Nick Rocha?” Mike held her away a bit so he could meet her gaze.
“Yeah. You know him too?” She smiled.
“Sort of. We did the work on the building.”
“I’ve always liked the way it turned out. The circular windows are my favorite.”
“Blame your husband for that. He insisted they’d be perfect even though they were a pain in the ass to install and put us over budget.” Mike smiled, some of his anxiety fading away.
“I wouldn’t lie to you. He’s good. Gentle. And he has lots of new-fangled gadgets to make procedures quicker and less painful than you’re probably used to.” She paused to consider. “He even offers oral sedation if you’d rather zone out while he’s doing his thing. I don’t mind driving you. Between both of us, I’m sure we could convince him to fit you in soon so you don’t have to stress out.”
Mike shuddered but nodded. “Fine. But I think I need you to make the call. Otherwise, I’ll probably turn chickenshit again.”
“No problem.” She squeezed his hand, surprised by how sweaty yet icy it was. “Everyone’s afraid of something, Mike.”
“I guess.” He wiped his palms on his jeans. “Thanks for noticing and for offering to hold my hand. Even though it’ll be gross and slimy then too.”
“What’s the point of being a team if we don’t each bring something to the game?” She smiled softly. “You’re welcome.”
“Joe?” Morgan sat up. She thought she’d heard a rattle from the general direction of the bathroom. Dusk permitted her a shadowy glimpse into the space adjoining their bedroom. “Everything okay?”
She didn’t remember much of the ride home from Kayla and Dave’s house this afternoon. She’d conked out before they’d emerged from the woods surrounding the resort’s long, winding driveway. Head still pounding from the night before and their wild romp—though she wouldn’t have missed out on that for the world—she’d surrendered to the utter relaxation suffusing her at having her man by her side again. Not to mention the boneless state their group session had put her in.
Grateful for the stress reduction, she’d embraced the floating sensation and let Joe’s crooning duets with his favorite, Michael Bublé, via the streaming radio on his smartphone lull her into oblivion. A vague memory of him carrying her up the stairs to their apartment over the bakery, tucking her into their bed, inflated her heart to greater proportions.
The pressure had her chest aching when she remembered the bad news she had to tell him. No more excuses. It wasn’t right to let him hang on to false hope.
Vile cursing followed a second, louder metallic clank.
She padded to the doorway, leaned on the jamb and admired the muscles in her husband’s bare shoulders. They bunched and stretched from his place beside the toilet. He’d removed the lid of the tank to fiddle with something inside. He shook his hand, then mummified it in toilet paper. If she had to guess, she’d say he stanched blood welling from yet another gouge in his poor, battered fingers.
“What’s up?”
“Damn. Tried not to wake you. Sorry.” He swiped a bead of sweat from his brow with the side of his forearm. The motion left a grease streak that only enhanced his rugged charm. A spike of his golden hair stuck to the stain. “Thought I’d install the new valve and flange I picked up for this guy so it’ll stop running in the middle of the night.”
“Thanks, you know that drives me bonkers. Hate to waste water.” Morgan frowned.
“Yeah, your Mother Earth act is cute even when it’s a royal pain in the ass.” Joe didn’t flinch when she smacked his shoulder playfully.
“Hey, what’s that?” She leaned in for a closer look, then clapped her hands. “You found a handle to match the sink hardware?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise.” He grimaced. “I almost finished. But my hand slipped and I busted my knuckles on the nut. Hurt like a motherfucker.”
“That’s what he said,” Morgan muttered under her breath.
“What?” Joe cocked his head.
“Nothing. Sorry. Kayla’s a bad influence.” She returned her attention to the vintage blue and white porcelain handle, admiring the intricate floral pattern all over again. Gorgeous. Classic. It matched the sink set she’d picked up at one of the antique malls she frequented with Kate. The embellishment couldn’t have been easy to find. God only knew how many specialty websites he’d surfed or stores he’d called. What other man would pay attention to such a tiny detail?
“You like it?”
“It’s perfect. Thank you.” She looked up, admiring his bare chest and feet. She kissed his cheek, then daubed the perspiration trickling from his temple to
his jaw with the tail of the long shirt he must have changed her into. “Your surprises will never get old.”
“Even when they cut your nap short?” Joe finished tinkering with the guts of the tank, replaced the lid and waved to the handle. “Do the honors. Give it a test flush.”
She did, raving over his upgrades.
“Thank you, thank you.” He issued her a mock bow as he climbed to his feet. Suddenly the bathroom seemed to shrink. His heat and powerful build filled the space.
“And yes, being woken up is well worth it when it means a man as sexy as you is on his knees, servicing my appliances.”
He leveled a searing stare in her direction.
Her legs went weak.
Joe scanned her from her tousled hair to the wrinkled flannel shirt she’d filched from his drawer and worn each night he was absent. He licked his lips.
“I don’t think my wife would appreciate the way you’re staring at me, ma’am.” He returned her grin with interest.
Had any man ever been as fine as him? Playful yet smoking hot, he turned her insides as mushy as the fruit she’d macerated for the filling in tomorrow’s daily special—a mixed berry pie.
“Give me ten minutes and I’ll make you forget all about her.” Morgan stalked the step or two to Joe, employing her best imitation of a sultry swagger. She ran the tip of one finger from the hollow of his neck through the smattering of his light chest hair, along the valley separating his rock-hard abs. When she landed on the waistband of his jeans, she skimmed his trim sides until she slipped her hands into his back pockets.
A double handful of his tight ass acted as a convenient grip to tug him closer. The ridge of his cock pressed into her belly. He stiffened a little, putting her at arm’s length so he could stare point-blank into her eyes.
“You didn’t answer my question, cupcake.” He wiped his hands on his denim-clad thighs before he traced the dark circles beneath her eyes with his thumbs. “You were out like a light. Tired for a reason?”
