Wild Ride: Powertools: Hot Rides, Book #1

by Jayne Rylon

  Quinn wasn’t going to budge on that. They were the focus of this exchange. It would stay that way or he wouldn’t play along. He wasn’t a pawn to be used in their game. He was going to be the one making the rules. And this was one of them—Devra and Trevon came first. His enjoyment and involvement was secondary.

  He refused to become a wedge between them.

  The husband and wife paused, staring at each other from a few scant inches apart. It seemed insane that they’d done so much to stay together and couldn’t get over those final speed bumps keeping them separated. So Quinn nudged them. Literally.

  He cupped the backs of their heads and pressed gently but insistently until their mouths made glancing contact. Which was all it took. Devra made a sound—a cross between a whimper and a moan. It turned Quinn’s cock to steel in an instant. Trevon was right there to absorb it. He echoed it with a low groan of his own.

  Why the hell had these two forced themselves to abstain from enjoying their partner? They were clearly meant for this. For each other. How couldn’t they see it?

  The moment they connected, they committed to the exploration. Devra went up onto her tiptoes so she could seal their mouths more completely while Trevon speared the fingers of his free hand into her thick, glossy hair. They trembled as he cupped her head.

  “Go on. Deeper,” Quinn urged Trevon. “Taste her. Put your tongue in her mouth and kiss her like she’s your goddamn wife. Yours as much as you are hers.”

  Spurred on, Trevon grew bolder and more aggressive. His tongue flicked out and pressed into Devra’s mouth, making her shiver.

  Quinn admired the picture they made. Trevon dark and tall, lean muscles clenched as he held himself in check. Devra, petite yet fierce, fiery and alluring, reacting so naturally to her husband’s unleashed passion.

  They were going to set the sheets on fire tonight.

  Quinn would settle for absorbing even a few degrees of the warmth they generated.

  He let them distract each other as he guided them across the wood floor to his bedroom and then inside. They made out, ravenous now that they’d gotten a taste of what was to come.

  Quinn steered them closer to the edge of the bed. He sank to his knees in front of the couple, wishing he could bury his face between each of their legs, taking turns driving them wild as they enjoyed each other.

  First, he had to get them naked. Bared to each other and to him. To the truth that was evident to him in this moment.

  Devra and Trevon were in love and in lust. They simply hadn’t given themselves permission to admit it before. It would be a crime to let them waste any more time being together and yet so alone.

  It had to be heartbreaking. Soul crushing.

  Quinn got to work. He unbuckled Trevon’s belt, then pulled open the button at the top of his jeans. By the time he was tugging down the guy’s zipper, Trevon was pressing forward, rubbing his stiff cock on Quinn’s hands. He was desperate for contact. For acceptance.

  Quinn wasn’t about to deny him either.

  He pushed Trevon’s jeans the rest of the way down, shoving them off as Trevon marched in place, helping Quinn remove one of the last barriers between him and his wife and the paradise they were about to discover together that night. His underwear was stripped from his long, powerful legs next. Unceremoniously, Quinn got rid of them, leaving Trevon in his tight black T-shirt before turning to Devra.

  Considering she’d never done this before, she seemed to be catching on quickly. She was wild, arching in her husband’s grip. One of her feet left the floor as her leg climbed to Trevon’s hip, her knee bent around him to pull him closer.

  Quinn chuckled. “Not so fast, Devra. Soon. But not yet.”

  He took her knee in his hands, loving how different she was than Trevon, how petite and yet strong. More assertive. Quinn caressed her thigh and calf until she let him manipulate her, trusting him to take care of her. Of them.

  Quinn felt honored that they’d let him in to this place in their relationship. He kissed Devra’s hip, then let his fingers wander upward to the waistband of the plum-colored leggings she had on under her sundress. A gasp followed when his fingers snuck inside, against the soft, bare skin of her stomach, then lower to the sensitive place above her mound.

  Her legs quivered. So he wrapped his arm around her to keep her steady both for Trevon’s continued devouring and his own efforts. It took longer than he wanted to peel the stretchy material from her without ripping it or tugging her off balance. But when he slipped her leggings along with the pale pink cotton panties she’d had on beneath them from her feet, he smiled. She curled her toes in the plush area rug he’d placed under the bed, proving how much she relished every nerve in her body being fired.

  Devra was reactive, sensual, and so open to the sensations bombarding her that she felt them down to the pretty pink-painted tips of her toes. This was going to be awesome.

  With his playmates naked from the waist down, Quinn rose. He apologized for separating them for the moment it took to rid Devra of her dress. Trevon took care of his own shirt in the meantime, unwilling to wait a single second more than he had to before returning to pleasuring his wife.

  In fact, he seemed to have overcome some of his anxieties about Devra’s willingness to participate. Maybe they didn’t need Quinn after all.

  “You two are doing great. You’re ready for this. Are you sure you want me to stay?” he rasped, wishing he didn’t have to ask. But it was the right thing to do. They deserved to make this decision and to be selfish with their special moment if they thought it was for the best.

  “Yes!” Devra cried even as Trevon roared, “Don’t go!”

  Each of them flung out a hand, searching for him.

  Devra whispered, “Show me what to do to make it good for him. Please.”

  Trevon bared himself on a much deeper level than his naked body. “Make sure I don’t get too carried away and hurt her or miss any signs of her changing her mind as we go. I’m already getting lost in how she makes me feel.”

  Quinn nodded, afraid his eyes might shimmer a little in the indirect lighting, giving away exactly how much their faith meant to him. So much more than a quick romp or a taboo way to get off. It felt…sacred, to be invited into their embrace.

  And yet, part of him felt like an intruder. An outsider.

  Like always.

  He brushed those negative thoughts away and focused on pursuing ecstasy. Pure pleasure radiated off Devra and Trevon in waves powerful enough to saturate him with the feeling, too. Trevon was completely bared now. His cock was the largest Quinn had ever had the pleasure of seeing in person. Thick and long, with heavy balls to match. He would be a lot to handle for anyone, never mind someone with Devra’s nonexistent history.

  She was so brave to open herself like this to new experiences and foreign beliefs about sex and love. Quinn admired her courage and open-mindedness.

  She stood before them with only a basic nude bra on. And yet she seemed so powerful. She had no idea that she held both of the men in the palm of her hand.

  Quinn reached around her to unhook the undergarment and peel it down her arms, revealing her breasts to the night air and the pair of very aroused males prepared to worship every inch of her.

  They weren’t huge. The pert mounds would be perfect to fill his mouth, though. Quinn took Trevon’s hand in his and guided it to his wife’s chest.

  When they were less than an inch from her tight nipples, he hesitated, peering into Devra’s eyes and waiting for her tiny nod before filling Trevon’s palm with her warm flesh. He squeezed his fingers on top of Trevon’s.

  All three of them moaned.

  Quinn let them discover this new pleasure while he quickly rid himself of his own clothes, throwing them somewhere in the corner of the room, instantly forgotten.

  His cock throbbed, so he took it in hand and rubbed it, just enough to soothe the ache there as he watched Devra grind up against Trevon with sultry motions that were better suite
d to a professional exotic dancer than a woman about to lose her virginity.

  “Why don’t you lay down? Get more comfortable?” Quinn directed.

  He took Devra’s shoulders and guided her backward. Trevon followed, refusing to break contact as he kissed his wife over and over. Quinn didn’t blame him one bit. If he’d been given an open invitation like that, he’d take full advantage, too.

  When they hit the fluffy bedding, Quinn rolled them so that Devra was on her back and Trevon on his side, angled inward. He and Devra were still making out while leaving their bodies open to Quinn’s whims.

  The better to eat you, my dears, he thought to himself with a wicked smirk.

  He spread Devra out on the bed so that both he and Trevon could shower her with bliss. He pushed her ankles apart, then wormed between them. Though he could have reached up and cupped one of her perky breasts, Quinn left that to Trevon.

  He wrapped his fingers around Trevon’s wrist, watching the guy’s cock jerk in response to his touch. Focus, he reminded himself. Take it slow. Introduce them to each other. It’s about them, not you.

  So he guided Trevon’s hand across his wife’s chest, using it to brush over her ruched nipples. On top of Trevon’s fingers, he pressed gently, wishing he knew what Devra’s skin felt like against Trevon’s palm. From Trevon’s groan, it was as velvety and smooth as it looked.

  Trevon concentrated on Devra’s mouth and breasts, whispering reassurances to her between torturously slow kisses. Satisfied, Quinn retreated, allowing Trevon to take over those tasks so he could move on to other, next-level ministrations.

  But first he stroked himself a few more times as he watched them explore and play, absorbing their wonder and unadulterated joy. When that didn’t suffice any longer, he began to supplement Devra’s pleasure, getting her as ready as possible for what would come by beginning at her toes, massaging and kissing his way toward the tops of her legs.

  Quinn went as slowly as he could. Nearly impossible for a man used to speeding.

  By the time he was close enough to breathe in the scent of her arousal, he thought he might come from the friction of his erection against the sheets alone. His hips ground into them as he rubbed his face against Devra’s inner thigh.

  She moaned and arched toward him. Although she hadn’t experienced this before, her body knew what to do. It reacted to him and Trevon like it was made for them. Or at least for her husband.

  Quinn chased away those thoughts by giving Devra more pleasure. He looked up at Trevon, who was watching him with rapt attention.

  Trevon nodded. “Go ahead. I want her to be as wet as possible before…”

  He didn’t say it, but all three of them knew what he meant—before he stretched his wife’s unused pussy around his fat cock and fucked her for the first time. Trevon was so concerned about others that her comfort and the quality of her experience mattered more than anything to him, including his own enjoyment.

  Quinn thought the guy deserved to be rewarded for that generosity. So as he licked his lips and lowered his mouth toward Devra’s waiting pussy, he also reached out. Simultaneously, he connected with Devra’s wet flesh and wrapped his hand around Trevon’s long, thick cock.

  They both cried out his name.

  He froze. This wasn’t supposed to be about him.

  18

  Fortunately, Trevon smoothed over Quinn’s gaff. He kissed Devra then, staring into her eyes as Quinn prepared her to take her first—and maybe only—lover. Trevon told her over and over how well she was doing, and how beautiful she looked as desire flushed her cheeks and made her eyes wild with passion.

  Meanwhile, Trevon’s cock jerked in Quinn’s hand. It stiffened, growing even more as Quinn began to measure its length with slow, steady pumps of his fist.

  Quinn felt like he’d reached the pinnacle of his life. He had the best of both worlds at his fingertips, Devra’s softness and Trevon’s hardness. They were equally appealing. He buried his face against Devra’s core, licking every bit of her that he could reach, paying special attention to her clit with the barest of contact at first, letting her get used to the intensity of the sensation.

  And when she reached down and gripped his hair, fisting it in her petite hand, he nearly lost it. The tug on his scalp and the hints of pain only spurred him on. Quinn ate her, using his tongue to press inside her the barest bit before suckling on her clit.

  “Oh, oh!” She squirmed and tried to warn them of her impeding explosion but it seemed like she couldn’t find the words. It didn’t matter. Both Trevon and Quinn understood what her body was telling them.

  Trevon wrapped his arm around her and drew her as close to his heaving chest as he could. “I promise I’ll keep you safe tonight too. Surrender to it, Devra. I’ve got you.”

  Quinn felt his eyes stinging even as he redoubled his efforts.

  It was by far the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, ever been involved in, when she unraveled and came in Trevon’s arms, and on Quinn’s face. All of her nervousness and trepidation vanished as she rode out the pulses of rapture.

  Trevon jerked then, his ass clenched tight, and he looked down at Quinn. “Stop, please. Or I’ll be next. Too soon.”

  With a sigh of regret, Quinn relinquished his hold on Trevon’s cock. When Devra realized the men had stopped enjoying themselves and focused on her instead, she shook her head. “No, keep going. I need a minute over here.”

  Quinn and Trevon exchanged questioning glances.

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Trevon whispered. “I’m so turned on by you and the thought of finally making love to you that I might not be able to prevent myself from coming.”

  He was so patient and gentle while educating her. It made Quinn’s heart beat even faster.

  “I understand.” She kissed Trevon gently with lingering brushes of her lips. “But I want to see him taste you, too.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  Devra blushed. “I feel…weak, being this uninhibited and out of control by myself. Naked. It doesn’t feel normal.”

  Quinn stepped in before they could go off the rails again like they had for so long. They thought far too much and needed to feel instead. “I promise you, nothing about this is ordinary and that’s a great thing.”

  She winged her stare to him, her eyes wide and liquid.

  Trevon seemed like he was about to object before Quinn silenced him by saying, “The connection you two have is special. But there’s nothing debauched or wrong about it. It’s…perfection.”

  Devra relaxed then, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Fortunately, Quinn was capable of granting her wish while building her back up at the same time.

  “I’ve got this,” he promised Trevon. “I won’t let you lose it before you’re inside her. She’s right, she needs a minute to ramp up again. I’ll keep you hard until she’s ready.”

  “That’s not going to be a problem.” Trevon nuzzled his nose against Devra’s, melting part of Quinn’s heart.

  He couldn’t stop himself then. He strained his neck forward and extended his tongue, lapping at the dot of precome on Trevon’s tip. It complemented the musk of Devra’s arousal left on his taste buds. But that single drop wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy his hunger.

  Devra surprised them both by reaching down and putting her hand around Trevon’s cock, at least as much as she could grip, and aiming it at Quinn’s mouth. He didn’t hesitate, and plunged Trevon’s hard-on deep into his face with one long, fluid stroke. He sucked, licked, and bobbed, taking as much as he could without choking.

  Meanwhile, he searched blindly with his left hand until it landed at the juncture of Devra’s thighs. He petted her gently, lightly, until her breath came in pants. Only then did his finger swirl around her clit from time to time. And when she finally whimpered, he slid his middle finger down her cleft and began to press against her opening.

  Trevon groaned. A spurt of fluid landed on Quinn’s tongue, so he pulled off, sw
itching to sucking on the guy’s ball sac instead. Trevon’s dick slid across Quinn’s face while Quinn began to finger Devra with slow, steady penetrations.

  Some small part of him rejoiced, knowing he was the first to touch her there, like this.

  She was soaking wet and steamy inside. Trevon was going to love burying himself in her sweet, tight pussy. Quinn rocked against the mattress, careful not to over-stimulate himself and break his concentration.

  After he’d worked a second and then third finger inside Devra and scissored them open, he recaptured Trevon’s cock for a few farewell sucks.

  When he lifted his head, he looked up at the couple and said, “It’s time. Are you both ready?”

  They both nearly shouted, “Yes!” in unison.

  So Quinn told them where he wanted them. “Devra, I think this will be best—most comfortable and enjoyable for you—if you get on your hands and knees. I can lay under you to support you and lick your clit while Trevon enters you from behind. He’ll have a lot of control that way, and if it’s too much for you, all you have to do is lunge forward. Okay?”

  “Yes. Fine. Just…hurry.” Devra rolled and Quinn helped her into place, then went to his back between their legs and slid up the bed as if he was rolling under a car lift. He had a front-row seat to her deflowering when Trevon straddled them both and aligned the tip of his cock with her pussy.

  Trevon leaned over her back and murmured in her ear, “I love you, Devra. Thank you for giving me this part of you.”

  She turned her head to the side and kissed him before whispering, “It was always yours, Trevon. I just didn’t know if you wanted to take it.”

  “I do. Too badly.” He groaned, then rocked the barest bit forward. Not enough to breach her opening, but enough to put pressure there. From his angle, Quinn saw Devra’s pussy clench involuntarily in response.

  This was the moment they became lovers in addition to soul mates. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. And the hottest.

  Trevon gripped Quinn’s bent knee hard enough to get his attention. “Don’t let me get carried away and hurt her. Please. Make sure it’s good for her, too. I want her to come all over my cock.”