When Neil put his hands on James’s shoulders and pressed, he knew exactly what his husband had in mind. James sank to his knees, still partially smothered with his face tucked against Neil’s abs and Devon close behind him.
As Neil and Devon made out, James shoved the towel slung low around Neil’s hips to the ground. He reached for Neil’s cock, surrounding it with his still-damp fist. Neil groaned and his knees bent as if James had the power to make them weak. He cupped his hands around the backs of Neil’s thighs, bracing him for what was coming next.
James practically purred as he nuzzled Neil’s stiff cock and balls, rubbing his sparse stubble over them. The slight abrasion only seemed to make Neil harder, his cock twitching as a bead of precome emerged from the tip.
James hummed then licked the pearly fluid from the head, making Neil groan into Devon’s mouth. She clearly approved, her lower half pressing against the back of James’s head and forcing him closer to the man they both loved.
He’d never stop being awed, grateful, and so damn happy he’d found not only one love of his life, but two. Never had he expected he might find a man who understood him as well as Neil, and then a whole group of friends that accepted and embraced his unconventional leanings. But he wouldn’t have believed—even if someone had showed him a crystal ball—that he’d fall for a woman in addition to a man. Or that one would be attracted to him given his lack of macho tendencies.
Devon dropped one hand to his head and stroked his hair as if she could read his thoughts. She was good at that. At sensing his emotions, when Neil sometimes wasn’t as in tune with James’s mind as he was with James’s body.
Without Devon, they might have fallen apart.
She was the very sexy screw that held them together.
So when she massaged his scalp, using the pressure of her blunt nails to guide him, he went where she led. He opened his lips and drew Neil’s cock between them, slowly, teasing the head as he permitted it to slide into the moist, wet interior of his mouth.
3
Neil’s abs flexed in front of James’s face and he grunted softly between kisses that were escalating from slow wet glides to more desperate smacks as he devoured Devon’s muted moans. James went down on him, knowing that by pleasing Neil he was going to encourage his husband to pass along that passion to their wife, too.
A low curse interrupted their makeout session when he began to bob slowly and deliberately over Neil’s cock, working his way lower on each pass until he held the entire length of it in his mouth. Most guys would be jealous if all the men in their sex lives were better endowed than them. Not James. He considered himself lucky because he got to enjoy the crew’s cocks and what they did to him. Starting with Neil, who made more than a mouthful. He loved the feel of the heat and weight on his tongue.
Instinctively, James spread his legs wider, imagining what it would feel like when he got his husband hard enough and horny enough that he couldn’t resist fucking James another moment. It was then he glanced up, his lips stretched into an O around the base of Neil’s erection. When his gaze collided with his husband’s, he felt it straight to his soul.
Neil groaned, then said, “How am I supposed to resist you both? James sucking the hell out of me and you teasing me like that…”
James realized Devon had backed away, but only to do some torturing of her own. She sashayed around to his side so that she could put on a show for both him and Neil. It wasn’t difficult for her to command their attention. He hardly blinked while sucking on Neil and staring at their wife as she cupped her small breasts then ran her thumbs over her nipples until they drew into tight peaks he wouldn’t mind licking after he’d finished attending to Neil’s balls.
She swung her narrow hips from side to side in time to a beat only she could hear but he felt. Her hands glided down her torso, over her flat stomach and abs that were more chiseled than his own. Though she sometimes got insecure over what she perceived as a lack of femininity, he adored her somewhat androgynous beauty. Hell, worshiping her during their coffee breaks was one of the things he missed most about working together on the crew.
James’s cock stiffened as he thought about how many times they’d taken care of each other, getting extra down and dirty on a job site. Those days might be over, but he planned to make up for the loss with even steamier nights.
There had been plenty of times where they’d been too damn exhausted to move after getting home from a day, or week, of nonstop manual labor. Fortunately, Neil and Devon would now be overseeing their sites more often than swinging a hammer. Whatever he did next, he thought he’d rather it be more about his brain than his brawn, which—truth be told—had never been his forte, like it was with Dave or Mike or even Devon.
He raked his gaze down her fit form, lingering on her tight ass and cut thighs. She was perfect. Sleek and powerful, like a lioness. And though she sometimes complained that she wasn’t softer or especially curvy, he loved her precisely as she was.
James dropped his hand to his dick, which was a dangerous maneuver. It would be easy for him to get too excited by the sight of Devon’s gorgeous body or the taste of Neil’s cock and come before things really heated up. While he might risk the more thorough enjoyment he’d take from fucking one of his spouses, he certainly wasn’t about to take a chance that he might not live up to Devon or Neil’s expectations.
Or worse, that he might finish too soon and fail to give them everything they needed to do the same. He admitted he sometimes had a hair-trigger. The upside was that he seemed to be able to recover far more frequently and quicker than some of the other Powertools guys. It was an especially handy trait when they were trying to keep going late into the night, which they sometimes did in order to fully satisfy their voracious wife.
And he wasn’t about to complain about that.
Devon refocused his attention on her when she sighed. Her stare fixated on the place where he was connected with Neil.
“Jealous?” Neil asked her with a wry grin.
“Hell yes.” She ran her hand over her mound, making James salivate. “He knows how to do things with that mouth I’ve only dreamed of before.”
Neil groaned when James swirled his tongue around the tip of his husband’s cock before swallowing him again. It filled him with pride that at least here, he could be confident about what the fuck he was doing. Neil withdrew the slightest bit. “Tell me about it. I could die happy with him sucking me off. You know I love you a hell of a lot if I’m willing to share right now.”
Devon snorted. “Like you’re not going to find somewhere else to put your dick.”
Then it was James’s turn to moan. He shuddered between Neil’s legs and his knees spread as he unconsciously widened his stance.
“You like the sound of that?” Neil grabbed James’s hair, tugging until he was forced to let go of his treat. Neil’s cock slipped from his lips with a wet pop.
James nodded, relishing the slight pain of Neil’s grip as he did. “Uh huh.”
Devon smiled at them, then walked backward until her thighs hit the mattress. She scooted onto it and kept crawling in reverse until her head neared the pillows.
“Get comfy so you can enjoy what our man is about to do to you,” Neil commanded.