In that moment, everything clicked into place. Kayla drew the first deep breath she had since the phone had rung in the middle of the night and the police chief had informed her that her life would never be the same again. She was surrounded, and filled, by people who loved her, who wouldn’t let anything hurt her, who would help her get through even the worst of times.
She relaxed, and Dave slipped deeper inside.
“That’s right. Let me in,” he coached her as he began to move again. Slowly, gently, while peering intently down at her face. He shifted his gaze to Devon, who nodded to both him and Neil.
“She’s okay. You can go,” Devon told her husband.
“And what about you?” Neil asked her.
“I’m enjoying the show.” She grinned. “Don’t worry, I can take care of myself.”
“That’s not the Powertools way.” Dave grimaced even as he burrowed another inch or two into Kayla.
James looked over his shoulder and said, “There’s room... Why don’t you let Neil taste you and see how wet you are from watching us?”
Neil’s cock twitched in Kayla’s ass, inspiring her moan. “He likes that idea. Do it, Dev.”
Between Neil, James, and Dave, they adjusted themselves and Kayla so that Neil was at a slight angle to Kayla’s body. His torso and arm still made an extra comfy pillow, cradling her for Dave and James to make love to, but left room for Devon to kneel over his head. Her thigh lined up next to Kayla’s cheek, creating the perfect place for her to rest her head.
Neil groaned and must have given Devon a similar treatment to the one James treated her to, gauging by the wet sounds of his tongue and lips on the other woman’s flesh. A tremor of desire ran through Kayla, curling her toes.
Dave grinned down at her. He withdrew a bit then slid home, beginning to properly fuck her instead of simply warming her up and accustoming her to his presence.
James’s ass clenched and his cock slipped more easily between her breasts as his precome lubricated the sides of them. His abs raked over the piercings in her nipples, shooting zings of pleasure through her.
Kayla couldn’t focus on anything except the way her lovers were making her feel and none of the things they did were bad or painful. They were all so very good. It was such a relief.
She sighed and writhed, trying to get closer to each of them.
Devon reached out and rubbed James’s ass, which glowed red where she’d spanked him earlier. He rocked back into her touch and sucked Kayla’s clit a little harder. His next thrust across her chest made her hardware tug on her nipples and set off another sensual chain reaction where she hugged Neil and Dave in response.
“Fuck yes,” Dave growled, and Neil groaned against Devon’s pussy. “Pet him again, Devon.”
“I can do better than that.” She laughed, sounding like a mischievous pixie more than a badass construction worker.
She reached to the side, her hand blindly finding the drawer of the nightstand and opening it. The racket that followed made Kayla sure Devon was fishing around for something in particular. And she must have found it, because she said, “Ah ha!”
When she brandished a curved vibrator where Kayla could see it, she recognized it as one of James’s favorite prostate stimulating toys. Things were about to get interesting.
Kayla spread her knees and hooked her heels in the small of Dave’s back, encouraging him to plunge deeper, harder, and faster within her. Neil needed no encouragement. He gripped her hips and thrust upward, devouring his wife even as she prepared to insert her tool into their husband’s ass, which was on prominent display.
Kayla would be lying if she said, even after all this time, that it didn’t turn her on to witness the guys surrender to each other or—in this case—to one of the women. She loved how it fired them up to fuck each other and how ass play took their sessions to the next level.
If her hands hadn’t been pinned to her sides by the delicious weight of James lying over her like a security blanket, she would have offered to assist Devon with inserting the toy and using it to give James as much pleasure as he was giving her.
But the truth was, Devon didn’t need any help. She rose up enough to allow Neil to suck the thin, curved wand with a vibrating bulge at the tip, coating it with his saliva, before tapping it against James’s clenching hole. James lifted his head and cried out, his face mashing against Dave’s abs. Dave kept fucking into Kayla while kneeling between her thighs.
Dave cupped James’s cheek and rasped, “That’s right, Devon’s going to give it to you. Make my wife come first, before you make a mess of her. You hear me?”
James nodded, then licked Dave’s abs, the best he could do at communicating some kind of coherent response, before returning his attention to Kayla’s clit.
She sighed and her head thrashed against Devon’s thigh. She angled her face so she could rake her teeth over her friend’s skin, telling Devon as clearly as James just had, that she wanted Devon to do it—impale her husband on her tool, so they could watch him unravel as surely as Kayla herself was about to.
Comfort enveloped her. She wasn’t the only one about to lose her mind.
Kayla rocked in Neil’s hold as Dave picked up the pace and began to really fuck her. He shuttled in and out of her soaked pussy, letting her hold him completely before backing out again and again. Devon moaned as Neil ate her and made her jerk a bit. The forward motion of her hand inserted the lubed vibrator she held through James’s muscles and embedded it in his ass. But she didn’t stop there.
Devon pushed the toy deeper with a single slow and steady thrust that mimicked Dave’s plunge into Kayla. Except, when she had it fully lodged, and Kayla had a detailed view of the action, Devon turned it on with a flick of her thumb.
Kayla jumped when James jerked on top of her. His cock rode her breastbone like it was a greased slip and slide. Neil shuddered beneath her as if James’s pleasure was inextricably entwined with his even though they technically weren’t even touching. Kayla looked up at Devon, who was grinning down at them. She winked.
The woman was diabolical.
Kayla, and the guys, wholeheartedly approved. A chorus of moans, pants, and groans filled the bedroom. This was familiar and very pleasurable territory. She let her thoughts dissolve and concentrated on the places where her body met those of the people she loved so dearly.
They were okay. They were there with her. And they were making each other feel good.
She still had the most valuable things in her life.
Kayla soaked in ecstasy as if it were a rejuvenating bath, the feel of six male hands roaming over her skin nearly as intoxicating as the two cocks filling her and James working his magic. His mouth pulsed over her clit, sucking in time to the vibrations of the wand in his ass, which was set to his favorite program.
His thighs quivered on either side of her and she knew that he was holding on—holding out—because Dave had commanded him to wait for her. But she wasn’t ready to let go and end this cathartic soar through bliss and rapture. Good thing he liked to be tortured.
Neil bucked beneath her, his muscles rippling as he pumped up into her while eating his wife with fervent strokes, which generated the sloppy sounds that characterize all good sex. Devon wasn’t unaffected either. Her thigh tensed against Kayla’s cheek and her grip on James’s toy wavered. The guy wasn’t about to let go, though—he rocked back, dragging his tight balls over the pillow of Kayla’s chest.