Kayla surrendered to him, their friends, and everything they were about to do to her. She allowed her mind to disengage and resorted to reacting purely on emotion. Something she would never have thought herself capable of trusting enough to do when she’d been younger.
Growing up, she hadn’t had the kind of upbringing that taught her about unconditional closeness. Her parents had always been busy with important careers, and her brothers and sisters had followed suit. Lawyers, doctors, you know…definitely not a freaky tattooed-and-pierced owner of a naturist resort.
But now, with these people who’d chosen her, she finally believed they cared for her enough to let go and believe they would catch her.
Kayla wasn’t sure when they’d ditched their clothes, but she moaned softly at the feel of Neil’s smooth skin pressing to hers all along her back. His hand caressed her hip before slipping around to the side of her ass. He nuzzled the crook of her neck as he ground against her, letting her feel how ready he was to find his way inside.
“Is that what you want?” Dave asked. “You want us both to fuck you at the same time? To be full of us, working together to make you come?”
It had been a while since she’d been at the center. Which only made it that more appealing. “Yeah. That. Do that.”
She glanced over her shoulder at Neil, who smiled wide before pressing his lips to hers. He wasn’t the most gentle or the most suave, but she never doubted how he felt about her—eager and enthusiastic.
James approached with a bottle in his hand and said, “Here, let me help.”
He was a pro, loving anal as much as any of the rest of the crew. He would make sure it was only pleasurable when his husband slipped into her. Thankfully Neil wasn’t as much to handle as her husband because she was sure Dave would be stretching her pussy as soon as she settled onto Neil.
Goose bumps broke out on her arms and her nipples tightened in anticipation. Maybe she wasn’t as damaged as she’d thought. Or maybe they were just that good at putting her back together.
Devon chuckled. “They are pretty amazing, my guys, aren’t they?”
She caressed Kayla’s neck, then brushed her hair away from her eyes so that they could share a secret smile along with the men they had both loved for so long now. Hell, and each other.
Kayla turned her face so she could kiss Devon’s palm. “Thanks for lending them to me.”
“You know I love watching them like this, doing their thing.” Devon sighed and ran her hand over her flat stomach, honed by years of labor on the crew.
Kayla was distracted from Devon’s feminine six-pack when Neil groaned. The slick sounds of flesh on flesh made her look over in time to see James slathering Neil’s hard-on with lube. And then it was her turn. James brushed his thumb over her ass, acclimatizing her to his touch before he got more intimate, running his glossy fingers through her crack, then rubbing the puckered muscles at the center.
He guided the tip of his finger inside her, making sure to ease the way for his husband, who would no doubt follow close behind. She couldn’t wait.
3
Dave rubbed against Kayla. Their chests aligned as he watched his friends preparing her to be joined with them. His breathing picked up, and so did the weight of his cock against her stomach.
Kayla reached for him, surrounding him as best she could with her hand and stroking him the rest of the way to full erection. He cursed softly, then dipped his chin to kiss her. And as he stole her concentration with the gentle lap of his tongue over her parted lips and a sweet yet steamy kiss only he knew how to give her, the blunt head of Neil’s cock replaced James’s fingers.
He nudged her, grasping her hip to keep her in place as he began to work inside her ass.
Kayla might have frozen as the pressure grew, simultaneously making her want to push back against Neil and scurry away, if Dave hadn’t been there to thaw her, kissing her with more passion than she had a right to ask for. She opened her eyes to look directly into his as their friend embedded himself within her fully and left her wanting so much more from her husband.
As if he understood, Neil wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her tight to his chest before he rolled, taking her with him as he settled onto his back. He used his legs between hers to spread her wide open in invitation. One Dave didn’t hesitate to accept.
James’s hand was trapped between Neil and Kayla. He drew a circle around Neil’s cock where it was fitted into her ass, making both of them gasp and her eyes threaten to roll back in her head. Then he ran his palms down her front from her shoulders, over her breasts, to her stomach, and across her mound. Kayla squirmed, impaling herself deeper on Neil’s cock in the process.
Fuck, that felt so good. But she needed something more intense for euphoria to usurp her anxiety and heartache and give her relief from the tragedy that had befallen them.
Dave growled to James, “Keep doing that. Make her feel good. This is going to be a lot and we haven’t done this in a while.”
James nodded. “I have you covered.”
He rotated around, his leg passing in front of Kayla’s face as he knelt above her, now with his mouth hovering over her pussy and his cock hanging between her breasts. Devon smacked his ass, and the sharp crack did nothing to decrease the stiffness of his erection. A bead of precome formed at the head of his cock and dripped onto Kayla’s breast.
Devon swiped it away before massaging it into James’s skin. “That’s right, baby. Go down on Kayla. Lick her clit while Dave fucks her and Neil fills that sexy ass. Make her come so hard that they can’t help but lose it inside her. If you’re a good boy, she might let you ride her chest. I know how much you love to feel her tits on your dick, don’t you?”
Kayla’s brows rose as she looked up at Devon, who shrugged. Lately she’d been getting more and more assertive, setting record levels on the sass-o-meter. If Kayla hadn’t been in the middle of a very delicate—in all the right ways—situation, she might have wondered if Devon’s transformation had something to do with what Joe and Mike were up to in Middletown and how much more control she had taken of the remaining Powertools crew in their absence. Regardless of why it had occurred, her husbands certainly seemed to appreciate the change.
James made an unintelligible sound that somehow conveyed everything they needed to know. He loved being bossed around. Being ordered to bring them pleasure amplified his own satisfaction.
Kayla reached down and squished her breasts together, welcoming him into the valley she created. He shuddered and settled in, his breath washing over her clit as he squeezed between her tits. He wasn’t the most well endowed of the crew, but it was the skill in using the tool, not the size of it that mattered.
And his mouth…
That was talented as fuck.
James swirled his tongue around her clit, easing her into his touch. He coordinated with Dave, and when her husband gave him the signal, James covered her aching flesh with his mouth and sucked gently. Dave rode the furrow of her pussy and then used three fingers to push his cock down so the tip began to wedge inside her opening instead of gliding past it.
Kayla cried out when the fullness of Neil in her ass and the mass of her husband joining him stretched her to her limits. Immediately, everyone stopped. Neil hugged her, stroking her arms while Dave cupped her knees, rubbing the insides of them with his thumbs. James massaged her flanks and nuzzled her mound. Even Devon stroked the hair off her forehead and cheeks, murmuring encouragement.