Wild Ride: Powertools: Hot Rides, Book #1

by Jayne Rylon

  They both knew it was going to be heaven for Trevon.

  Quinn nodded. “I’ve got you both. I promise.”

  Only then did Trevon relent. He released Quinn’s knee and blanketed Devra’s back, sheltering her with his much larger form. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.”

  “I wish you would have said so.” Devra tipped her head and kissed her husband again and again. “I wish I would have told you that I’ve been dreaming of it, too. I never thought I could be this lucky.”

  Quinn held his breath. He felt for the first time like he was intruding, and peered at the door. He must have shifted in that direction, too.

  Trevon noticed and said, “Please don’t leave. I need you. Help me.”

  How could Quinn resist a request like that? He put one hand on Devra’s tiny waist to hold her still, then reached beneath her to where Trevon’s remarkable cock was poised to enter her body. Beyond ready to be buried deep inside his wife.

  Quinn lifted his head off the bed and licked Devra’s clit, distracting her and ramping her up again as he tugged Trevon closer by the dick. He fit the fat head of his cock tighter to Devra, who arched her back and dropped even lower, widening her legs so that Trevon could easily invade her tight opening.

  Trevon advanced and Devra pushed back, inviting him deeper.

  She was a natural. Instincts served her well.

  Quinn rubbed the place where Trevon’s cock met her core, wetting his shaft with Devra’s own slickness. When he wasn’t sure if that would be enough, he licked his fingers and added his spit to the natural lubrication easing the insertion of Trevon’s cock.

  Trevon’s thighs quivered, and his balls drew up tighter to his body.

  Devra’s first time would be memorable as fuck, but it wasn’t going to be the sort of lovemaking that would last all night. None of them would survive that.

  So Quinn did his best to make sure she enjoyed it more than most women did when they lost their virginity. He suckled her clit with short, soft pulses as Trevon advanced then retreated before returning a little farther on each stroke. He worked his cock inside his wife until she held him fully within her, a feat Quinn hadn’t really thought possible.

  Her pussy was stretched around Trevon’s girth, but she didn’t seem to mind.

  No, she ground herself on Quinn’s face, riding him as surely as she did Trevon’s cock.

  Both men moaned and gave her every bit of enjoyment they could. Quinn reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple, making her squirm and rock faster against them.

  Time after time, she moaned Trevon’s name and once or twice Quinn’s. She lost all semblance of her usual propriety and gave herself over entirely to the flood of emotions and sensations they created together.

  Her lower abdomen clenched once and then a couple more times in front of Quinn’s face as she fought her climax. The end was nearing.

  So Quinn cupped Trevon’s balls in his hand and used the grip to pull the man forward. No matter how hesitant he was, he wasn’t about to resist Quinn’s hold there. He groaned and shouted first Devra’s name, and then Quinn’s. His nuts tightened in Quinn’s palm.

  Oh hell no, he wasn’t going to cut Devra’s experience short. No way. He had to last a little bit longer, until she’d shattered around Trevon’s fully embedded cock. Nothing else would suffice in Quinn’s mind.

  So he squeezed, the barest bit, making Trevon yelp, then relax. He murmured, “Thanks, man.”

  Devra looked over her shoulder and Trevon put his hand lightly on her neck before kissing her again. That drove his cock inside her as he leaned forward for better contact.

  One thrust lodged him to the limit in Devra’s pussy, causing her to gasp and freeze. Quinn immediately put his hand on Trevon’s thigh and kept him from proceeding.

  The other guy made a confused sound as he wondered why he couldn’t keep drilling forward, pursuing the most enjoyable sex of his life. Until he realized what had happened.

  “Oh shit. I’m sorry.” He hugged Devra to his chest, soothing her by kissing the crook of her neck and cradling her until the pain of his advance subsided.

  “I’m all right now. Just needed a second.” She sighed and melted into Trevon’s arms. “Keep going, please. I’m almost there.”

  Quinn smiled and rewarded her frankness with a kiss over her clit followed by his tongue tracing circles around it. It wasn’t long before she was moaning and rocking backward again, facilitating Trevon’s glides in and out of her tight sheath.

  This time they were peaking in unison.

  Quinn applied more pressure to Devra’s clit and breast. And with his other hand, he reached beyond Trevon’s balls, hoping Devra’s arousal was enough to make his spontaneous maneuver a success.

  Trevon was riding Devra with measured thrusts that rocked the entire bed. She was meeting him stroke for stroke. And then she screamed, beating her fists on the pillow. Her pussy spasmed and wrung Trevon’s cock.

  That’s when Quinn slipped his finger in Trevon’s ass.

  The guy shouted. His balls clenched rhythmically as he joined his wife in a powerful orgasm. The climax caused him to hug Quinn’s finger. The couple shuddered and bucked together, never once slipping apart. Quinn kept up his motions, sucking, probing, and rubbing until they both seemed ready to collapse and he was in danger of being crushed.

  Only then did Trevon withdraw his spent cock from Devra’s pussy. A pearlescent stream of his ejaculate decorated her swollen flesh. Quinn figured he deserved the prize and licked it from her as gently as possible, triggering aftershocks that had her pressing her pussy against his face a few final times.

  When Trevon crashed to the bed and gathered Devra to his chest, she went willingly into his embrace.

  “Thank you, thank you,” she whispered in between kisses on his collarbone. “I love you so much. I couldn’t have imagined a better experience for my first time. Thank you for giving me this night.”

  Seeing that he’d done what he set out to do, Quinn felt his own cock jerk.

  Without even touching himself, he came hard enough to launch jet after jet of come from his balls all over his chest. He wondered if they would even notice, lost in their revelations about love, sex, and each other.

  Of course they did.

  Devra pouted, and Trevon said, “Sorry. I was going to help you with that.”

  “Nah. I’m good.” Quinn flashed them a crooked smile. If it didn’t quite reach to his heart, that was his problem. He’d known what he was signing up for and he’d achieved his goal. He’d helped them come together and that was the best reward he could have asked for. “In fact, why don’t you two take my bed? I’ll sleep over at your place.”

  Devra and Trevon exchanged worried glances, but that was exactly what he didn’t want—to disrupt the progress they’d made. So he rolled from his bed and stood by the side of it looking down at the two people he was sure he’d never forget in all his life.

  He bent over and stole one tiny kiss from Devra and then paused before doing the same with Trevon. The guy groaned and raised his shoulders from the bed as if he wanted a hell of a lot more than that chaste peck, but Quinn wasn’t offering.

  Not tonight and probably not ever.

  This had been penance, not something to enjoy, although he had anyway.

  “Thank you,” Devra whispered, and Trevon nodded his agreement.

  “Goodnight.” Although it threatened to rip his soul in half, Quinn forced himself to put one foot in front of the other and leave the happy couple behind.

  He started to cross the yard but knew he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to go inside. It wasn’t like he was going to fall asleep anytime soon anyway. So he settled for lying down in the grass and studying the stars, wondering where in the universe he fit in.

  Was there a soul mate out there for him?

  Would he ever find him or her or them?

  Could they be any more perfect for him than Devra and Trevon, who weren’t his
to keep?

  He didn’t think so.

  19

  Devra took a deep, if shaky, breath. You can do this, she coached herself repeatedly before resolving to be as kind, yet honest, as she could be. Her future happiness—Trevon’s, and maybe Quinn’s, too—depended on this talk going well. It had been nearly a week of strained smiles and frantic lovemaking with her husband followed by silence as they lay awake, neither able to sleep. No matter how much they fucked, it didn’t seem to satisfy either of them the way it had that first time.

  They were stuck in limbo. In some bizarre gray area. If they didn’t resolve this soon, they would break. She refused to allow that after how hard they’d fought to get here.

  Devra walked into the kitchen and sat down at the two-person table across from Trevon, who looked like he’d hardly dozed off again the night before. His lids drooped and he clung to his coffee mug like a lifeline.

  “Trevon…”

  “I know. We have to talk about this.” He lifted his gaze to hers. The warmth of his rich brown eyes seemed dampened by the bloodshot whites surrounding them.

  “We do.” She reached out and put her hand over his. “Because I love you. I need you to understand that.”

  “I love you, too.” He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed them. “I know you don’t always believe that we would be together if circumstances were different, but I’m so glad to have you in my life. You’re my best friend and now…more.”

  “We owe Quinn for that.” She smiled softly, hoping what she was about to say didn’t change how he felt about her.

  “We do.” He nodded. “But that night…”

  “It changed everything,” Devra blurted.

  “For me, too.” Trevon scrunched his eyes closed then said quietly. “I want more. Of you. And him, too. Shit, I’m greedy as fuck. But…”

  “Hey, it’s okay.” Devra steeled herself to be as fearless as he had always been and admit the truth. “I still want him, too. And I sort of want to see where things go. Between all of us, individually and maybe together. You’re right, you know? I do feel guilty about tying you down. I know this isn’t what you would have chosen for yourself.”

  “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be where I am now.” He stiffened, as if daring her to argue that point.

  “I’m trying to believe that. But it would help me to accept it as truth if…maybe…” The words got stuck in her throat. It was so wild. Would he think she’d lost her mind? Or maybe that she was a total whore?

  “Go ahead, Devra. We don’t have any secrets and we shouldn’t start keeping them now. If you can picture a way out of this, one that could end in us being happy for the long term, I want to know about it. Because I can’t see it. I don’t see any way for this mess we’ve gotten ourselves in to end up in anything but disaster.” He paused then whispered, “I’m afraid.”

  “Of what?” She tipped her head. Was he scared of exploring the part of him that enjoyed men? She knew his family would never have approved. But they were gone now. And she did. She’d support him no matter how this turned out.

  “I don’t want to risk losing you. You’re an incredible person. The past few days have been…great.” He cursed under his breath. “That should be enough.”

  “But it’s obviously not.” She cleared her throat. “For me either. Okay?”

  His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

  Devra nodded. “I can’t stop thinking about the fact that we didn’t really sleep with him. That we let him leave like that…”

  “The look in his eyes…” Trevon downed half his mug, but it wasn’t going to help. “It’s been torture at work. He’s not the same. We cut him.”

  “I know. Shit, Trevon. I think we really screwed up.” Now that it was out there between them, it was like a flood of emotion and explanations burst from inside her. “I want to see what it’s like between him and me, and I want you to sleep with him. I want you to come back to me…if you decide that’s what you want…and be sure that I’m the person you want most. Or, if not, that you are as happy as you can possibly be. You deserve that.”

  “And so do you.” Trevon nodded. “It goes both ways, you know? Sometimes I’m afraid you’re with me because I was the only option you had and now you feel indebted. It fucks me up sometimes. I can’t…do all the things I want with you knowing that you might not believe you have other options even now. Besides, you’ve only ever slept with me, and that’s new, too. You should at least try someone else so you can be sure I’m what you want.”

  Seriously? He thought…

  Damn, they were more damaged than she’d realized.

  “I will always choose you.” She smiled. “But I think we should experiment. For both our sakes.”

  Trevon smiled back. “I only have one question.”

  “Yeah? What’s that?” An answering grin spread across her face.

  “Will you be there when I sleep with him? I want you to see it for yourself. To make your own informed decisions. I don’t want to do this in isolation or behind your back. That seems counter to everything we’re committing to going forward.” Trevon locked eyes with her. “I want this to work.”

  Devra really thought about the ramifications before she responded. There would be no hiding their true feelings if they were all in it together. That was what they should do. “Okay. And same goes. You’ll be there when I sleep with him so you can see for yourself that you’re meant for me and would have been no matter how I met you. Except…”

  Trevon nudged his foot against hers under the table. “Don’t chicken out now—what?”

  “I liked how he took control. It seems like you and I have floundered around without direction. Maybe that’s what we need. Someone who likes to be in charge to prod us when we get bogged down by our thoughts and insecurities. Someone who doesn’t let us wander in circles for years. Someone who pushes us to be the best versions of ourselves and refuses to let our relationship get stale.”

  “Something about it definitely worked.” Trevon shrugged. “I want to do it again. Soon.”

  “Me, too.” Relief inspired a grin to spread slowly over her lips. For the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe again.

  “So…who’s going to come on to him first?”

  “Rock, paper, scissors, best two out of three,” Devra proposed.

  “Fair enough, Mrs. Russell.”

  She knew she should have been bummed when Trevon’s scissors cut her paper, but exhilaration raced through her instead. Watching her husband with Quinn might be even sexier than sleeping with him herself.

  20

  Devra was nervous.

  Not for herself, but for her husband.

  They’d discussed the best way to go about getting what they wanted, and what she was pretty sure Quinn needed. In the end, they’d decided to be spontaneous. Trevon kept toying with the hem of his shirt, shifting restlessly as he did when he was anxious, though she couldn’t say if it was because he was looking for the right opening to make his proposition, or because he was terrified of being rejected.

  Either way, she’d be there to support him.

  They were hanging out at Quinn’s house, as they did almost every night lately. Since his kitchen was larger than theirs, she was tinkering with a new recipe, occasionally asking the guys to taste her creations and give feedback. They loved everything she made, though, so it was more fun than helpful to feed them.

  Instead of watching a movie, the guys had decided to play video games. Devra was a little surprised. Trevon had never expressed interest in that since she’d known him. Maybe because they didn’t have extra cash for a gaming system, but he’d never even mentioned it. He preferred to be doing things outside—working with his hands, not playing with them. Maybe he was humoring Quinn since the other guy had suggested it and said it wasn’t any fun playing by himself.

  “Want to wager on it?” Trevon asked, perking Devra’s ears up.

  They didn’t have anything
to gamble. Except maybe themselves.

  Quinn grinned. “I’m always up for a bet. What are the stakes?”

  “Loser gives the winner a blowjob.”

  Devra dropped a baking sheet of baklava onto the granite countertop with a clatter. American bluntness still caught her off guard sometimes.

  Both men whipped around to look at her. Shit, she’d ruined Trevon’s chance.

  “You okay?” Trevon asked.

  Devra nodded. Okay? She was about to spontaneously combust. It might not have been right or proper, but thinking of watching Quinn give Trevon as much pleasure as her husband had been giving her these past several days…it turned her on as high as the oven.

  Quinn looked between her and her husband. His eyes narrowed. “Why do I feel like I’m being set up?”

  “It wasn’t a trick question. But yes, Devra and I discussed the possibility of…you and me. Doing stuff.” Trevon shrugged. “There are things we still need to figure out between us, and one of them is the fact that—”

  He stumbled over how to put it politely.

  So Devra imagined how Mustang Sally would act in this situation, and said what Trevon couldn’t. “I found out what it was like to have sex with a man last week. Trevon still hasn’t had that opportunity. He needs to before we can decide where we go from here.”

  Quinn rubbed his jaw. What was he thinking?

  Hopefully he realized that not just any man off the street would suffice for this experiment. It was about him, too. They had a connection with him. Almost like he really understood their struggles and what it had taken to get to even this precarious point in their relationship and in life.

  “Fuck the game then. You don’t have to concoct some elaborate scheme to get in my pants. If that’s what you want, ask.” Quinn stared at Trevon.

  “Can I suck your cock?”

  “Jesus, Trevon. I’m not a good enough man to say no to that.” Quinn’s jaw tightened. “You can have me any fucking time you want.”