Devon lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and crooked her finger. James flew to her faster than Nathan’s puppy chased tennis balls. Neil instinctively used one hand on James’s elbow to help him up then smacked his butt as he passed.
James tucked onto his knees, deliberately putting his stinging ass up in the air as he tipped forward and buried his face in Devon’s pussy. He breathed deep, never getting tired of the sweet scent of her and how it contrasted with the earthy taste of Neil’s cock. As much as James loved giving blowjobs, he found that teasing Devon, finding precisely the right way to lick at her clit, to be even more rewarding. To be honest, giving a BJ didn’t take nearly as much finesse or skill, though James prided himself on his workmanship.
He’d made going down on his spouses an art form. Nothing got him hotter, faster, than bringing them to the edge. Knowing he could turn them on as much as they got to him did something to him. The number of times he’d made a mess of himself, grinding against the sheets while they came on his face or down his throat would probably have been embarrassing to some people.
Not him. He thought of it as a badge of honor.
He peeked up at Devon, gauging her mood and if she’d need him to start slowly or if she’d be impatient and greedy like she sometimes was when she had him and Neil to herself.
She speared her fingers into his hair, which was probably a bit longer than hers, and tugged.
Greedy it was.
James hummed against her dewy flesh. He opted not to indulge in light brushes of his tongue along her folds, advancing straight to surrounding her clit with his lips.
She gasped and arched her hips to seal his mouth more tightly around the sensitive bundle of nerves. So he sucked lightly on her, which spurred a moan from her.
“That’s right. If you make her come, I’ll let you have my cock. Would you like that?” Neil teased from where he watched, kneeling upright between James’s knees. He tapped his hard-on against James’s ass, bouncing it off the tight muscles of his cheeks before sliding inward to ride his crack.
James didn’t bother taking his mouth from Devon long enough to respond verbally. Instead he rocked backward, attempting to increase the contact with Neil’s cock even as he eased his hand between his chin and Devon’s soaked pussy. He dipped a finger into her, marveling at how damn hot she was, then stroked her from the inside out, loving how she clenched around him, hugging him within her.
She didn’t care that James craved getting fucked as much as any of the rest of the Powertools crew, or their wives, for that matter. Hell, she got off on it.
And that’s when James realized that Neil was setting them up for a long ride, clearly not intending for her first orgasm to be her last but only a quick appetizer.
This was the warm up for the main event.
For the first time in weeks, James felt like he was right where he belonged. Like he was useful and competent and perfect for this position. He was made to give his husband and wife pleasure and to receive it back a million times over.
He added a swirl of his tongue to the hollowing of his cheeks, drawing on Devon’s tightening clit.
She didn’t wait for him to settle deeper into her either. She rose up, leveraging his mouth to get herself off. He loved that about her—that she wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted or to use him and know that he would love every moment of it.
“You must be needing my cock.” Neil chuckled from behind them, his thumbs spreading James’s cheeks so that his dick could notch at the entrance to James’s ass. It was pure, incredible torture, feeling his husband poised there, ready to penetrate, yet holding back because he knew it would make the sensations that much more potent when he finally sank inside.
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?