He encouraged her to ride him, setting a demanding pace she eagerly complied with.
Kayla shouted when Dave distracted her from her ministrations by plunging his c.o.c.k to the hilt in her welcoming body with one complete stroke. He covered her back, biting her shoulder as he fondled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his large hands. The graceful ripple of his body as he f.u.c.ked Kay mesmerized Devon.
Did Neil look like that as he took her?
She looked into his wide eyes and flushed face. He must have read the desire there.
"That hot, huh?"
"Yeah," was all she could manage.
"Good thing I can"t see them. I wouldn"t last thirty seconds. It"s hard enough listening to them. Sinking inside you. Christ. You feel so good."
Devon spread her legs as wide as she could, inviting him deeper, given her precarious spot on the edge of the bed and the pile of bodies to her left. James ducked his head to torture her breast. He sucked on her, bit her gently and plumped the modest mound with one hand while the other snaked lower to her p.u.s.s.y.
The industrious glide of Morgan"s fingers over his c.o.c.k freed him to pay the pleasure forward to Devon. His hand danced over her mound, glancing across her c.l.i.t before measuring Neil"s girth where he spread her p.u.s.s.y wide open.
James gathered moisture from the intersection of Devon and Neil"s bodies. He used the slickness to draw frictionless circles around the hooded knot of her c.l.i.t. Neil echoed her shudder when her p.u.s.s.y clamped tighter on his hard-on.
"You"re strangling me," he rasped. "Come when you can, Dev."
"No." She thrashed her head on the pillow. "Not without the rest of you."
"You"re so sweet." Joe reached past Morgan to pat Devon"s tummy. "No one minds, munchkin. h.e.l.l. Likely to set us all off."
Devon scrunched her eyes closed, trying to regain a measure of control. It was no use. Neil descended. He trapped James"s palm over her mound. The suction of Neil"s mouth on the far side of her chest mimicked James"s attention on her left breast, stealing the last of her reason.
She surrendered to pure sensation.
Devon relaxed, absorbing the pummeling of Neil"s hips. The steady tap pressed James"s wiggling fingers right where she needed the contact most. She resisted the initial wave of pleasure battering her senses. But when she made the mistake of opening her eyes, she caught sight of the admiration and l.u.s.t in Kayla"s.
The link was too much on top of all the other stimulation.
Devon"s gaze winged frantically from person to person, trying to include them all in the moment. Each crew member focused on her as if they sensed her impending capitulation.
"Let go, Dev," Mike ordered. "We"re with you."
An o.r.g.a.s.m the likes of which she"d never experienced before wrung her dry from the inside out. It started as a buzz deep in her core and expanded until even her fingertips sang with ultimate pleasure. She"d swear her hair stood on end as electricity raced through her veins.
"Yes. f.u.c.k." Neil threw his head back and roared. The tendons in his neck stood out in relief on the powerful column. They looked like the veins and ridges of his c.o.c.k felt caressing her spasming tissue. "Me too."
"Fill her," James encouraged their lover. "Show her how you wouldn"t let me take care of you while we were away. You tried to tease me. Backfired, didn"t it? Give her everything you saved up."
If Neil wasn"t the absolute picture of health, Devon might have worried about him keeling over. His heart hammered against her palm when she lifted it to his chest. Still she unraveled, and he rode her through the never-ending pulses of her climax.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," Neil chanted.
The first jet of his s.e.m.e.n shot within her, splattering on the swollen walls of her p.u.s.s.y. He grunted and jerked between her thighs over and over, emptying himself with a ferocity she didn"t often witness from her playful lover. The stakes had been raised again. Each person"s rapture amplified as it fed off that of their neighbor, friend, paramour and confidant too.
"That"s it." James cheered them both on. He tapped a secret code on her c.l.i.t that never failed to set her ablaze. "Wring him dry."
Neil huffed as though he"d run an entire marathon in those sixty seconds. He rocked onto his haunches, looking utterly wrecked. Dave put out a hand to steady his partner without pausing his beat as he f.u.c.ked his wife. In fact, the contact might have been responsible for him speeding up his pace a tad.
Kayla moaned and lowered her cheek to Mike"s s.h.i.+n. She gripped his ankle with her right hand. Head down, a.s.s up, she accepted everything Dave had to give her. Still, the fingers of her left hand drew swirling patterns over Mike"s b.a.l.l.s, ma.s.saging them.
Kate bounced on her husband"s shaft, somehow managing to look graceful as always despite the primal forces possessing her and obliterating all traces of the proper lady she pretended to be at times.
Aftershocks zinged through Devon, enhanced by the saturnalia around her and the calming strokes of Neil"s palm over her arms, chest and belly. When she emerged from the daze of the most powerful climax of her life, she didn"t waste any time. She yanked Neil toward her for a sloppy kiss before zeroing her focus on James.
"I like the way you think, Dev." Neil added his caresses to the exposed form of their lover.
Now petted by six hands, maybe more if she counted the occasional touches from Joe, James had no chance at resistance. He made a final stand, locking his jaw so tight she worried he"d crack a molar.
She grinned into his gorgeous eyes.
"Oh s.h.i.+t." He gasped at the dirty intentions in her gaze.
Devon reached over and rubbed his nipples with the sharp flicks destined to set him off. Sure enough, the sc.r.a.pe of her nails over the pebbled discs had him seizing in Morgan"s embrace.
Come blasted from his c.o.c.k, catching Devon and Neil with the spray. More fluid dripped from the head to coat Morgan"s fingers as she stroked him slow and sweet after the initial rush had burst free. She ma.s.saged his softening flesh, bringing him down gently.
James sighed, welcoming first Neil"s, then Devon"s mouth on his. When they"d had their fill of his lips, he tipped his head, letting Morgan decide if she"d like to accept his invitation.
She did.
Devon smiled as the other woman moaned into James"s mouth.
"Oh s.h.i.+t, yeah," Joe shouted as he f.u.c.ked his wife harder. He examined her kissing James up close and personal. "You"re going to make her come, James. She likes it when you suck on her tongue."
James must have obliged. His throat flexed, and a keening wail escaped from Morgan"s chest. Devon stroked her hair while Mike crooned to her from behind the couple. Devon couldn"t understand the individual words, but the tone conveyed all she needed to know.
Morgan bucked between James and Joe, surrendering to their spell. Joe stiffened and cursed a blue streak. He often did when he lost total control. Mike and Kate joined their friends, all four of them filling the loft with clear signs of their pleasure.
"That"s so hot," Kayla panted from her front row seat. "I can see. Mike. Overflowing."
Devon couldn"t quite tell what Kay did then. Both Mike and Kate yelled, their o.r.g.a.s.ms extending at the contact. She figured it out soon enough when Dave groaned. He captured his wife"s wrist, then tugged it behind her back. He lunged forward, enveloping her fingers in his mouth, sucking the combined flavor of Mike and Kate from them.
The restraint of her arm and the knowledge of how much Dave had shared seemed to push Kayla off the precipice. She clutched Mike"s leg with her free hand and might have toppled beneath the force of Dave"s enthusiastic f.u.c.king if it hadn"t been for Joe, who sat up and braced her.
Dave tightened his grip on her a.s.s, slamming home as Kayla shook and moaned. The periodic clenching of his glutes as he released inside his wife fascinated Devon. She wished she could pet his flank as he spilled his seed deep in Kayla"s p.u.s.s.y. Neil reached out and did it for her.
For long minutes they all lay silent except for the rasp of their breathing and an occasional moan that refused to be muted. Content, Devon could have stayed floating in that cloud of mutual admiration and bliss for the rest of her life.
"Welcome home." Kayla nuzzled Dave, who"d sank on top of her, trapping her to their bed where she seemed perfectly happy remaining for the foreseeable future.
Devon adjusted to make room for Neil. She sat with her shoulders propped against the headboard, cradling Neil"s and James"s cheeks in her palms. They rested their heads on her thighs. Someone"s stomach growled so loud she might have thought it was a truck in the driveway if she didn"t know better.
She leaned to the side and plucked a slice of bacon from the tray. She held the strip between her guys, grinning when they ate it Lady and the Tramp style. Their lips locked when they reached the center, thrillingly close to her p.u.s.s.y.
"I could go for some of that too."
Devon pa.s.sed the plate to Kate, who selected a waffle quarter. She ripped off a piece for herself, then another to pop into Mike"s open mouth. He licked melted b.u.t.ter from her fingers before chewing his treat.
Soon, they all were indulging in a decadent breakfast in bed. Sporadic yawns ensured naptime was next on the agenda. Curled together, no one would be left in the cold as they dreamed of new ways to play with each other that would be hard pressed to surpa.s.s reality.
When they"d all settled in, satisfied, Joe announced to the room in general, "I take it back. We should definitely go away more often."
All four women bashed him with their pillows.
Chapter Four.
Morgan fiddled with the whisk attachment on the stand mixer she"d bought for Kayla"s kitchen. She baked here often enough to justify the gadget. Meanwhile, Mike finished the last bite of his third helping of the pa.s.sion-fruit crepes she"d whipped up in the aftermath of their sharing to help refuel the crew.
The extravagant breakfast for four she"d started out with seemed paltry when faced with the five bottomless pits the guys called stomachs. They could easily plow through enough food to keep her in business for eternity. They also loved helping her refine her experiments for Sweet Treats.
"What"s the verdict?" She crossed her fingers.
"f.u.c.king great." Mike thought for a minute, attempting to flesh out his description, as if knowing it"d help her understand the dish"s potential. "Love how it"s crunchy on the outside and squishy in the center. The plainer part helps temper the goo on top. It"s crazy sweet. Love it."
Okay, so they had a little way to go yet before she"d claim to have trained them as panel tasters. She laughed. "Thanks."
He leaned against the cabinets, shooting the s.h.i.+t with her between delighting his tastebuds and complimenting the chef. Joe and Kate weren"t quite ready to head back into town. Steam billowed from the bathroom where Kate showered, and Joe hadn"t roused from his mandatory post-orgy nap. He loved the deep slumber following great s.e.x so much, Morgan didn"t have the heart to wake him just yet. Even if their pillow fight had aggravated the paring knife stabbing through her eye socket courtesy of her indulgence the night before. She smiled as she peeked at her husband, crashed on the couch in the adjoining room. When he was near, all her aches evaporated.
A hiss drew her attention back to Mike. He cleared his throat and attempted to disguise his wince as he swallowed the final morsel, complete with extra syrup from the edges of the plate.
Morgan crossed to him, relieving him of the dirty dish. "You know, that"s only going to keep getting worse if you don"t go to the dentist. Better have it taken care of before it turns into a fiasco."
"s.h.i.+t." He ma.s.saged his jaw, as if that would help. "Don"t mention it to Kate, okay? How could you tell?"
"When you drank the cold OJ with your first pa.s.s at breakfast, you flinched." She rubbed his shoulder, hoping to grant him some comfort. It seemed so natural to touch him, although the gesture had nothing s.e.xual about it.
"d.a.m.n Joe"s cousins." He scowled. "They"re wild b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, I swear. We need to find them some fine women to settle them down a bit."
She c.o.c.ked her head, wondering what the Carter clan had to do with this.
"They were giving us s.h.i.+t about getting domesticated." He at least had the sense to look ashamed. "We"d had a few too many beers while waiting for nonexistent fish to bite."
"You got in a fist fight?" Morgan"s eyes grew wide.
"It wasn"t as barbaric as you make it sound." He shrugged. "Just a little roughhousing among friends. Except my boot slipped on the ice and I smacked my jaw pretty hard on Logan Carter"s tackle box. I think I might have cracked one of my molars. Son of a b.i.t.c.h. I hate the dentist. Really hate it."
Morgan had never seen Mike like this before. His foot wiggled non-stop while his fingers beat an erratic tattoo on the counter.
Every superman had his kryptonite.
"Hey." She put her arms around his waist and hugged him. "I completely understand. I"m really afraid of the dentist too."
He shot her a look just short of rolling his eyes. "A lot of people dislike it. I get that, but I can"t explain how it makes me feel. Something along the lines of a chick screaming on top of a table when a mouse invades her kitchen. It"s irrational and stupid. I still can"t help it."
"You mean how your heart seizes up like you"re going to die, or how your vision narrows into tiny pinp.r.i.c.ks of light, or how you can"t draw a full breath into your lungs?" She s.h.i.+vered.
"Yeah. Like that." He frowned. "Didn"t you get crowns on your front teeth last year? How the h.e.l.l did you manage that if you"re as scared as I am?"
"I didn"t the first three times. I pulled into the lot and drove right back home." She couldn"t say which of them clutched the other tighter.
"Why the h.e.l.l didn"t you say something?" He hugged her to him and sighed.
"I was embarra.s.sed." She grimaced.
"So how did you work up the guts to go through with it?" He paused. "Did it hurt this bad? And you suffered? s.h.i.+t, better not tell Joe that. Soon I"m not going to be able to fall asleep. It throbs like a motherf.u.c.ker."
"Yeah, there was that, although mine was more cosmetic at this stage. Plus, I went to school with a guy who"s a dentist these days. Graduated at the top of his cla.s.s, I swear. He has a fancy practice in the converted farmhouse on Werner Avenue. When I balked, he fetched me from the bakery."
"Nick Rocha?" Mike held her away a bit so he could meet her gaze.
"Yeah. You know him too?" She smiled.
"Sort of. We did the work on the building."
"I"ve always liked the way it turned out. The circular windows are my favorite."
"Blame your husband for that. He insisted they"d be perfect even though they were a pain in the a.s.s to install and put us over budget." Mike smiled, some of his anxiety fading away.
"I wouldn"t lie to you. He"s good. Gentle. And he has lots of new-fangled gadgets to make procedures quicker and less painful than you"re probably used to." She paused to consider. "He even offers oral sedation if you"d rather zone out while he"s doing his thing. I don"t mind driving you. Between both of us, I"m sure we could convince him to fit you in soon so you don"t have to stress out."
Mike shuddered but nodded. "Fine. But I think I need you to make the call. Otherwise, I"ll probably turn chickens.h.i.+t again."
"No problem." She squeezed his hand, surprised by how sweaty yet icy it was. "Everyone"s afraid of something, Mike."
"I guess." He wiped his palms on his jeans. "Thanks for noticing and for offering to hold my hand. Even though it"ll be gross and slimy then too."
"What"s the point of being a team if we don"t each bring something to the game?" She smiled softly. "You"re welcome."
"Joe?" Morgan sat up. She thought she"d heard a rattle from the general direction of the bathroom. Dusk permitted her a shadowy glimpse into the s.p.a.ce adjoining their bedroom. "Everything okay?"
She didn"t remember much of the ride home from Kayla and Dave"s house this afternoon. She"d conked out before they"d emerged from the woods surrounding the resort"s long, winding driveway. Head still pounding from the night before and their wild romp-though she wouldn"t have missed out on that for the world-she"d surrendered to the utter relaxation suffusing her at having her man by her side again. Not to mention the boneless state their group session had put her in.
Grateful for the stress reduction, she"d embraced the floating sensation and let Joe"s crooning duets with his favorite, Michael Buble, via the streaming radio on his smartphone lull her into oblivion. A vague memory of him carrying her up the stairs to their apartment over the bakery, tucking her into their bed, inflated her heart to greater proportions.
The pressure had her chest aching when she remembered the bad news she had to tell him. No more excuses. It wasn"t right to let him hang on to false hope.
Vile cursing followed a second, louder metallic clank.