by Jayne Rylon
Besides, they almost always gave Devon a head start since she could climax so many times more than they could ever dream of, and they often enjoyed testing her limits.
James didn’t think it was going to be that kind of marathon afternoon, though. Not when each of them suffered the effects of working apart and living in a new and unfamiliar place. They rode a constant stream of uncertainty and worry that had them on edge.
They needed comfort. They needed each other and the special bond only they shared.
4
James added another finger and then a third to Devon’s pussy, scissoring them to stretch her around his digits. She threw her head back and slapped the mattress so he did it again and again.
“Is he doing a good job?” Neil asked her, and James knew it was more for his own benefit than Devon’s. He loved when they talked about him, praised him, and debated his most admirable traits. They pumped him up, raving about his abilities, when he didn’t always feel certain of them himself.
Devon couldn’t fake the way her body responded to his touches, his kisses, and his presence within her. She shuddered and ratcheted down on his hand some more. “Fuck, yes. He could make me come in ten damn seconds if he wanted to.”
Neil hummed and petted James’s flank. “Maybe you should do that, James. Your tight ass is looking pretty fucking good from here and I’m so damn hard from your mouth on me. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
James’s cock jerked. He reached for it, but Neil slapped his hand away.
“Not until I say so.” Neil took over, cupping his hand loosely around James’s junk to prevent him from even rubbing himself on the mattress.
He had no self-control. Maybe that’s why he liked it so much when Devon and Neil forced him to wait before granting him relief. It was ten times sweeter and more satisfying when they took him along with them. When they strung him out on unimaginable pleasure and let him stew in passion before granting every sensual wish he’d ever made.
“Please, Devon.” James hadn’t meant to stop sucking on her even long enough to beg, but the words spilled out. And she quaked in response.
“Need to or I won’t last one second when he puts his cock in you.” Devon stiffened beneath James, panting as she reached for her own looming orgasm. She did seem to get off on watching them fuck. Him and James especially, but all the men in the crew when they joined together too.
She truly was their soul mate.
James monitored her expressions and chased her most sensitive spots as she writhed beneath him. From behind, Neil chanted his encouragement to them both. And when Devon cried out, Neil didn’t wait. He must have taken the opportunity to lube himself while they were playing, because his slicked cock was there, pressing into James, spreading him until his own pleasure-steeped shouts echoed Devon’s. Neil called their names then sank deeper, fusing them in a chain of ecstasy.
Devon’s pussy smothered James’s fingers as Neil penetrated him inch by inch. When his balls were resting against James’s stretched ass, he leaned forward to bite James’s shoulder.
Devon cheered them on. “Fuck yes. Do it, Neil. Make me ready again so I can come with you two next time.”
“You hear that?” Neil rasped in James’s ear. “Our wife wants me to fuck you. And if you can hold out, maybe she’ll let you fuck her so we can all fly together next. Would you like that?”
James whimpered. How would he ever last when Neil was riding him so well, his cock nudging James’s prostate on every torturously slow pass?
“Would you?” Neil’s question was sterner the second time, punctuated by another slap on his flank.
“Yes. Yes, please.” James didn’t think those spanks were having the effect Neil might have intended. Or then again, they probably were. They certainly didn’t deter him and instead only riled him further.
Neil ramped up the pace of his lunges, fucking James until every remnant of his previous thoughts had been erased from his mind and the only thing he experienced was bliss. One particularly rough thrust knocked him forward and he collapsed on Devon, squishing her beneath him.
She didn’t seem to mind, wrapping her arms around him and kissing the shell of his ear before murmuring, “That’s right, James. Take his cock. Let him make you feel good.”
“You do too, you know?” He didn’t have a lot of sober brain cells given the intoxicating endorphins Neil was flooding him with, but he had enough sense to lift his face so that he could lay his lips on hers.
Devon was such a good kisser. She wasn’t timid like he sometimes could be. She took charge and swooped in, doing what she knew would please them both. So he let her have control while he relied on Neil to hold him in place. His husband took what he needed and gave James the same.
Devon smiled against his mouth as she looked into his eyes from so close that he could read the love and acceptance in them. How he’d ever gotten lucky enough to find a single person that fell for him, never mind two, and a crew of lovers on top…he’d never know.
But he was grateful every day that he had.
“I love you,” he whispered against Devon’s parted mouth, and she swallowed his promise before reflecting it back in the gentle swipes of her lips on his, if not in words right away.
But when she came up for air, after Neil plunged balls-deep in James’s ass, she echoed his sentiment. “I love you too, James. Always will.”
His whole body clenched at that, including the parts of him hugging Neil.
Neil rocked his hips forward, pressing James tighter to Devon. She spread her legs and made room for his hips. His arms were pinned between them, but he wriggled until he could withdraw his fingers from inside her, where she’d started clenching on him periodically. He used them to stroke her breasts and her flat stomach until she began to rub against him.
His cock was trapped against her soft flesh, slippery following her release. Combined with the pressure of Neil in his ass, he hoped he didn’t disappoint them and shoot all over her pretty pale skin before they were ready.
Neil growled and raked his teeth along the column of James’s neck. “It looks like she’s almost there.”
“I am. It feels so good.” Devon reached for him, clasping his shoulders and tugging so that their chests mashed together. He liked that her breasts were smaller than the rest of the crew ladies so that they aligned almost inch for inch, their torsos connected everywhere. “I want to be joined with you. Both of you.”
James hesitated only a fraction of an instant, long enough to glance over his shoulder at Neil, who beamed and nodded. “Go ahead. Do it. Fuck our wife.”
As if that wasn’t enough to make precome pool at the tip of his dick, Neil spanked James’s ass, then grabbed his hips, lifting him and shuffling forward without disrupting their connection. Neil’s cock stayed firmly embedded in James’s ass as he physically positioned James in range to slide into Devon’s waiting pussy. Neil reached around to stroke James’s cock a few times, making James’s head loll onto his husband’s shoulder for a moment. Then he used his thumb to spread the slickness over the head of his cock.
Though James’s erection was no match for some of the Powertools’ tools, Dave’s especially, Devon was so petite they were a perfect fit. He never had to worry about hurting her or going slow like some of the other guys did when they fooled around with her.
Neil set James down on his knees, then leaned forward, pressing James forward until he was in his most favorite place, sandwiched between his spouses. Devon hummed as their combined weight settled on her. She could handle them, no problem, and in fact had told them often how much she loved feeling them over her. Probably why Neil was making sure to give her the full force of them right then.
Neil leaned in, his chest blanketing James’s back so that James felt completely surrounded by Neil and Devon, protected and adored. It would have been impossible to be anything but ecstatic in that moment. He wished it could last forever.
But none of them had that kind of stamina.
Not when emotions were high and libidos were running wild.
Neil pumped James’s cock several times, a little jerkily since he didn’t have much room to maneuver. The uneven strokes only made them less predictable and had James jolting between Devon and Neil as if he’d accidentally touched his screwdriver to a live 220 line.
Then Neil used his firm grip on James’s cock to aim him at Devon’s core. And when James would have tilted forward, penetrating the tight, slippery ring of muscles at her entrance, Neil instead used his hold to tap James’s cock head against her clit, making both of them moan.
He kept teasing all three of them, probably because he needed a minute to get himself under control, by rubbing the tip of James’s cock up and down Devon’s slit, dipping just the barest bit inside her before passing up heaven for another circuit along her slick folds.
“No more waiting,” Devon commanded. She might be under them, but James would certainly never make the mistake of thinking she was helpless. The next time his dick aligned with her opening, she arched up, embedding him an inch or so within her.
The first contact was always so sweet it made him grit his teeth.
Neil banded his arms around them, then ground into James’s ass, the motion fusing James and Devon tighter. Every millimeter deeper James’s cock went in her, he felt better, because this was where he belonged. This was where he’d always been destined to be. The rest they could figure out together.
Neil chuckled sadistically, then put James out of his misery, fucking harder so that James wedged deeper into Devon. James went limp—other than his dick—allowing his spouses to fuck him, to use him however they needed most, and for Neil to fuck Devon through him.
As James’s hard-on slid deeper into Devon’s velvety pussy, he threw his head back. It rested in the crook of Neil’s neck as he ground into James, forcing James to fuse tighter to Devon.
Devon ran her short nails down his arms, adding another layer to an already overwhelming deluge of sensations. And when she’d taken all of him and began to rock beneath him, Neil did the same from behind James. Neil’s balls tapped against the back of James’s sac and Devon’s trimmed pubic hair rasped against his pelvis.
James’s vision whited out as they overloaded him with rapture. He let go of every thought, every worry, and every fear, simply existing as Devon and Neil made love to him and each other through him.
He felt like a conduit, lighting up with love and lust, transporting it between the two people he cared most about in the world. Nothing could have felt better than that.
They must have felt the same. Because after a while, Neil roared. Devon clutched his hand where it was clamped on James’s hip.
“I want us to fall at the same time. To be together in this.” Neil’s desperate cry made James realize it wasn’t only him mourning the loss of their day-to-day connection. Somehow that made things more bearable. Knowing that Neil and Devon were chasing their own dreams, even though it cost each of them dearly, made him sure he was doing the right thing by finding his own way.
No matter what, in this, they’d be together. At the end of the day, they would come home to each other.
“More,” Devon chanted until Neil lunged forward, forcing James’s hard-on to drill into her. He writhed between his lovers, alternating between sinking into Devon and impaling himself on Neil’s cock. Either way he went made his heart kick in his chest. Bliss exploded through his system.
When he had burrowed inside Devon as deep as he could get, Neil helped him out, pounding into James so that his pelvis tapped her clit repeatedly. The walls of her pussy hugged him so tight it took every bit of effort he could muster to shuttle in and out of her as Neil did the same to him.
It would have been impossible to last very long with such intense sensations bombarding him. Fortunately, it seemed his spouses were equally eager to fall off the cliff of desire they were rushing toward.
Before biting James’s shoulder, Neil growled, “How close are you?”
“Very,” Devon responded before James could so much as shudder in their arms. “Like…very.”
And that was all it took.
James figured they wouldn’t mind an excuse to let go when he toppled into ecstasy first. He poured his release into Devon and his ass wrung Neil’s cock in time to the jets he pumped into their wife. Devon shouted and clamped around him in rhythmic pulses that milked every drop of come from his balls while his ass did the same to Neil.
Neil slammed into James then held deep, his hips twitching forward, grinding against James’s ass while he flooded him. It never ceased to amaze James that he could invoke that sort of reaction from these two people who were the strongest humans he knew. He could turn them into quivering, panting messes like himself.
In the best possible way.
James sagged, melting over Devon, who hugged him tight as Neil carefully retreated and cleaned them off before nestling beside them. He caressed James’s back and kissed Devon gently if thoroughly before wrapping his arms around them both. Cuddled together, James realized his spouses had been—as usual—right.
He might not have everything in his life mapped out, but he sure as hell had this part perfect. With a foundation this rock solid, the rest wouldn’t be so hard to build.
5
It had taken James less than a week to finish off his disastrous trial-foreman project. The build itself had turned out fine. In fact, a friend of his client had begged him—including offering a generous bonus—to take on another similar job. James had declined, referring the business to the main Powertools firm. With that, he’d hung up his hardhat and tool belt for good. It felt weird, but also kind of freeing.
While Devon and Neil were off doing their thing each day, he focused on making their lives—and those of the rest of the Powertools—outside of work effortless so they could spend quality time together.
Tracking nine adults, four kids, a puppy, and all their related appointments, client meetings, birthdays, anniversaries, school activities, and who knew what else, was practically a full-time job. Or would be for someone less skilled at organization than he tended to be.
He cracked open his infamous planner, thumbing past first his monthly overview, then his weekly calendar—featuring color-coded task categories and, yes, cute but functional stickers—past the daily pages broken out by hour for each of the crew members, and the tabs for his meal planning sections, until he arrived at his outstanding to do list.
James trailed his finger down the scratched off items he’d already accomplished this week. Finalize the sale of their old apartment. Check. Arrange movers for the non-critical crap they’d left in storage. Check. Set up new personal and business bank accounts in Middletown. Check. Manage the payroll and bill pay functions for Powertools as well as his, Devon, and Neil’s obligations. Check. Research medical practices, general practitioners, and specialists—like an OB-GYN for Kate and a fear-free dentist for Mike—who accepted their insurance, now that he’d set up their policy and gotten everyone updated cards the week before. Check.
He also made notes to follow up with each person, get their final input on who they selected from his suggestions, and to start scheduling the appointments they needed. He would enter those in his trusty planner for the coming weeks. Then he’d automate a slate of text reminders to keep them from missing any of the visits he’d set up. No problemo.
Wrangling a group, even one as large and diverse as the crew, was a form of therapy for James. Taking their chaos, which could easily turn into anarchy, and tucking it into neat boxes satisfied his need for order.
Though he was efficient as fuck, it took even a planning master like James two solid weeks of commotion taming and a few days to recover before he was completely bored off his ass.
After passing all of the things he’d already accomplished, he came to the single, leftover task at the very bottom. Have the Hot Rods look at the tiny, insignificant scratches on your car.
Ugh. At least it would shut N
eil up. He’d been nagging James about the ding since the moment he’d noticed the damage, acting like the whole wheel was about to pop off like the head of a dandelion in summer and lead to James’s early demise.
Of course it was nice that Neil cared, but James unleashed an exasperated sigh as he pulled his car up in front of one of the open bays at Hot Rods. It felt like both a waste of time and one more reason he didn’t need for people to look at him like he was less capable or less masculine than the rest of the crew. It had only taken an instant of inattention. That didn’t mean he couldn’t drive well or that he should have bought some big, stupid vehicle.
James was dragging himself from the car with a significant pout when one of the mechanics, who also happened to be good friends with the Powertools crew, came out to greet him.
“Hey! Glad you finally decided to take us up on our offer.” Bryce clapped James on the back, nearly knocking him over with his mammoth paw.
“Oof. Neil and Devon made me. They said it’s unsafe to be driving around like this.” James rolled his eyes. “Are you sure you have time to look at it? I mean, it’s probably nothing. Right?”
Bryce took a peek at the wheel, then cocked his head. “Uh, no. I’d call that a definite something. We might have to have Hot Rides fabricate a replacement for that mangled metal near the center of the rim where it attaches to the axel, but we can at least set you up with a temporary solution that will keep you from getting a flat or having your wheel fall off on the highway. Trust me, nasty car accidents are no joke.” The big guy winced as he rubbed his thigh, and James instantly felt like an ass. Here he was worried about his damn pride when Bryce would probably give a hell of a lot to rewind and avoid his own near-fatal crash. “If you don’t mind hanging out a bit and waiting, one of us will squeeze you in between appointments. It’s going to be fun working on your ride. It almost seems like a toy compared to most of the cars we work on. It’s so cute!”
