by Jayne Rylon
James moaned around Neil’s erection then widened his stance. His steely cock bobbed between his legs. He ran his hands up Neil’s thighs then cupped the other man’s balls in his palms, nuzzling them with his chin. The confident massage of his stained fingers had Neil’s hips bucking, driving his shaft farther into James’s eager mouth.
“Put your hand on me, Neil.” Joe grabbed Neil’s wrist then guided it to his stiff flesh. Kate didn’t blame Neil for being too distracted to function without assistance. James lapped the dripping head of Neil’s cock before returning to his enthusiastic sucking.
Kate followed the line of Neil’s toned arm to the juncture where it encased Joe. The flared tip beneath Neil’s fingers left a trail of pre-come that glistened in the afternoon light. While Neil’s lips travelled along the column of Joe’s neck to tongue his pebbled nipples, Joe’s gaze riveted to Dave, who swirled his index finger in the open jar.
Lost in her observations, Kate gasped when Mike’s throbbing cock nudged her swollen pussy. Then she rocked against him, clamping her teeth shut over a whine when he retreated on the cusp of entering her.
“With James, babe. Imagine it’s you out there, the center of all that attention.”
Her pulse spiked at the thought.
Dave scooped a generous dollop of the lube onto his cock. He stroked the substantial length until it made squishy sounds against his greased palm. Then he wiped the excess jelly over the clenching pucker of James’s ass.
Mike mimicked the sensation, swirling his fingertips across the mouth of her pussy, spreading her ample arousal over every exposed surface of her labia. The pleasure had turned to torture. She struggled to force him inside but he evaded her then pinched her ass.
Luckily, the men seemed oblivious to her squeak.
“No cheating.” To silence her protests, he circled her mouth with two fingers until her lips parted to admit them. The sweet taste of her own arousal burst over her tongue. She realized his intent when he used the intrusion to tip her head forward, blanketing her back.
Kate sucked on his fingers as though they were Neil’s long, lanky cock. She swirled her tongue over his short nails then nipped the thicker, work-roughened pads.
“Yes, that’s right.” He adjusted her so she could see out a lower slat. The sensual recreation in front of her blazed to life once more.
Neil and Joe stared at Dave’s cock as he set the head against the tissue ringing James’s asshole. Dave’s hard-on, though proportional to his mammoth frame, appeared out of scale compared to James’s compact build.
How will he take all that?
Dave wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft then bounced the heavy head against James—sensitive flesh on sensitive flesh—in a series of quick slaps. The contact initiated a chain reaction. James moaned then swallowed Neil’s erection, his lips circling the root. Neil cursed then squeezed Joe’s cock, pumping faster.
She swore Mike trembled behind her with the effort of hovering on the brink. Almost penetrating. Yet he refused to bury his length in her.
Dave gripped one of James’s hips then used his other hand to guide his hard-on through the initial resistance of his partner’s ass. It seemed as though all six of them gasped in unison when the tip plunged past the broadest point to drive several inches deep.
Mike’s cock burrowed inside her before she’d recovered from the delicious vision. The shock of being filled to capacity obliterated rational thought from her mind. Both her and James writhed together beneath the assault of overwhelming pleasure.
“It’s been a while, my friend. Your ass is nice and tight.”
“No, Dave, you’re just fucking huge. Don’t hurt him.” Neil gritted his teeth but whether he held back pleasure—or some sort of possessiveness—at the sight, Kate couldn’t tell.
A strangled groan drew her attention to Joe. “Oh, fuck. I can’t watch, or I’ll have to put up with you shitheads ragging on me for coming in seconds again.”
The group laughed together despite the sexual tension arcing between them.
Joe bolted from his spot. He got to his feet on the countertop, straddling Neil’s splayed thighs. The motion presented his crotch—at chest level—to Neil, and averted Joe’s gaze from the other three guys’ carnal display.
Dave chuckled as his hand snuck around James’s waist to cup the man’s dangling cock and balls. “Open to me. We’ll go slow.”
“No!” James protested around Neil’s cock.
At the same time, she begged Mike. “Fuck me. Now.”
Without waiting for either Dave or Mike to move, James and Kate rocked backward, taking their lovers balls-deep.
“Shit, yes!” Dave bellowed when his flat abs slapped James’s ass.
On the counter, Neil surrounded Joe’s cock in a double-fisted hold. He didn’t offer to suck the standing man. Joe didn’t push beyond Neil’s limits. Instead, his hands clamped onto Neil’s shoulders, braced for the ecstasy generated by the firm touch. He thrust into the grip, which hugged his shaft.
Mike spread his fingers along her pussy on either side of his cock, now shuttling in and out of her. She forgot to stay quiet when his palm rubbed circles over her clit, matching the way Dave began to jerk James in time to his steady thrusts.
The force of Mike’s penetration shoved her forward. She continued to lave his fingers in her mouth while she studied James’s throat working around Neil’s cock. A quartet of desire filled the space with a symphony of masculine grunts and moans that sounded like music to her ears.
Kate ground her clit against Mike’s other hand. The contact compounded sensations pouring through her from the thrill of witnessing such honest passion. She could’ve come in an instant but, somehow, it didn’t feel right to climax without James and the rest of the crew. The throb in her teeth alerted her to how hard she tried to hold on—to wait for them to join her.
“Good. Girl.” If his gravelly tone was any indication, Mike struggled, too.
The rapid flex of Joe’s ass grabbed her attention. Despite his attempt to block out the irresistible display, he seemed like he would be the first to cave. He hammered his cock into Neil’s tense grasp.
“Almost worse.” Joe groaned. “Can hear you guys. Smell you. Good imagination.”
Kate had to disagree there. Nothing could surpass watching this fantasy come to life.
Dave grunted as he plowed into James’s ass with measured strokes that Mike imitated one for one in her pussy. “Are you gonna shoot already, Joe? You know how it turns James on to see a dude come. He’ll probably squeeze my cock in half if you give him such an up-close-and-personal show.”
The dirty talk nearly destroyed her resolve. The walls of her pussy began to undulate, stroking Mike’s cock.
“Not. Yet.” Mike tweaked her nipple with his free hand. The pain should have helped her regain control, but it shoved her closer to the brink instead.
“Shit! Yeah, I’m coming.” Joe’s thighs bunched as he stood rooted to the counter. His pelvis jerked repeatedly, slamming into the side of Neil’s hands. His head dropped back, exposing the prominent bump of his Adam’s apple, which bobbed in time to the contractions of his muscles.
Neil angled his fists toward his lower abdomen, braced when the first hot rush of Joe’s semen splashed across his belly button. All of them moaned at the contrast of the white strands decorating Neil’s olive skin. When Joe collapsed onto the cool counter, Neil had a direct line of sight to the pure ecstasy etched on James’s face.
“Son of a bitch! You do like that, don’t you?” Neil clenched his jaw.
James’s cheeks hollowed as he answered with a renewed show of enthusiasm.
“Want more?”
From her vantage point, Kate knew James’s response to Neil wouldn’t matter. Neil had no hope of stopping himself now. Mike and Dave increased the tempo of their fucking—whether because their partners had reached the breaking point or because they couldn’t help themselves, she would never know.
James lifted his gaze to the trail of Joe’s come dripping toward Neil’s hard-on. He reached his tongue alongside the shaft, scooping up a hint of the viscous liquid. The hum of approval he made around Neil’s cock proved to be Neil’s undoing.
Neil grabbed James’s hair then rode his mouth hard as Dave slammed into his ass. Neil bucked against James’s lips as he released with a shout. James sucked him dry before lifting his well-used mouth from his partner’s wilting cock to clean the come from Neil’s abdomen with soothing strokes of his tongue.
Dave groaned as he watched James lap up Joe’s semen. He rode James harder and harder until the smaller man’s grip on the edge of the counter slipped. James’s cheek crashed into Neil’s slick abs.
Kate bit her cheek as Mike used both hands to anchor her against his violent fucking.
“Get. Ready,” he uttered between clenched teeth.
“Fuck. Yes!” Dave groaned as he continued to ram inside James. “Come now. Do it.”
The first jerk of James’s straining cock flung a jet of cream to the floor. It also shattered her restraint. All rational thought disappeared as sensation overruled her mind. Her torso went rigid in Mike’s secure grip. Her pussy milked him, begging him to join her.
By the time James had finished coming, a string of pearly fluid dangling from the tip of his spent cock, her orgasm had picked up steam once more. Mike refused to let her off so easy.
Dave pounded James. The base of his erection throbbed in time with his hoarse shouts. He filled James’s ass with spurt after spurt. Mike broke the parallel, about to pull out of her pussy. She chased him with her pelvis, refusing to let him free.
“Come. Inside me.” The ripples of pleasure amplified into another full-blown orgasm when he stiffened behind her then poured his seed into her welcoming grasp. He shifted his hands to her chest, cupping her breasts in his calloused palms. He continued to fuck her through his climax, setting off waves of unrelenting pleasure with the liquid fire filling her.
Either from the position, or the physical effects of her release, she grew dizzy. In the kitchen, the guys had started to clean up when Mike obscured her vision by settling her against his chest. Aftershocks continued to contract her pussy when he picked her up. She tried to focus on taking deep breaths as he dashed across the yard with her cradled in his arms, buck naked.
5
Mike deposited her in the antique, bent-pine chair in her breakfast nook. Somehow, he’d managed to get redressed before whisking her away from detection. He reached behind his back, grabbed a handful of his black T-shirt then hauled it over his head. The supple cotton radiated his warmth when he threaded her arms through it.
The fabric that had hugged his muscular shoulders draped around her like a baggy dress. He crouched on the linoleum by her feet then patted her knee. “Fun, right?”
Fun? Blood rushed through her veins even minutes later. It throbbed in the engorged tissues of her pussy and fluttered beneath the flushed skin of her wrists.
She stammered, “That was—” Rough. Free. Primal. Hot. Generous. “—beautiful. But no wonder you laughed at me this morning.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Kate?”
“They’re gay.” She wanted to sink into the earth. How conceited could she be? “I must have imagined the guys hitting on me because I was so attracted to them.”
Mike’s palms cupped her flaming neck. His thumbs tipped her face up with slight pressure on her jaw. “The universe has more shades than black and white. Believe me, they want you almost as much as I do. I’m no jealous prick, but I’ve had to watch my temper lately. You make me break all my rules, babe.”
“Rules?” She couldn’t imagine someone so uninhibited imposing self-restrictions.
He grimaced then shook his head. “Sorry, brain’s not firing on all cylinders yet. Massive blood flow diverted.”
She blinked when she confirmed the tent in his crotch. How could he be hard? She would have feared she’d never again see an orgasm the likes of the ones he’d given her if just thinking about the dirty deeds they’d exchanged in the laundry room hadn’t fired her libido once more. Maybe their encounter hadn’t satisfied all his needs?
“Um… Do you… Have you ever…”
He laughed, “Are you trying to ask if I’m bi, too?”
She nodded.
“I’ve tried just about everything once, but it’s not really my thing. I’ll admit, though…I’ve accepted more than one blow job from the crew members.” He shrugged. “I’m a guy, I like getting head. For me, if it’s just about having a good time, then a mouth’s a mouth as long as I respect the person it’s attached to.”
Her knees went weak imagining his come spraying down another man’s throat.
“But, I definitely like your parts best.” He winked then laid his lips on hers with aching tenderness.
She bowed into his hold, soaking in every modicum of sweetness he was willing to impart. All too soon, he broke the embrace. He dusted butterfly kisses over her checks and eyelids before rising to his feet.
“Sorry to fuck and run, but we really do need to get the patio laid today if we’re going to finish up by tomorrow night.”
“Finish the patio?” Panic twisted her guts. Their skills had guaranteed their progress on the complete overhaul would be ten times faster than her snail’s pace for even the simplest tasks, but they couldn’t be done already.
“Yeah, it’s the last thing on our list. The longer we hold the house, the less profit there is in turning it. So, before we start every job we set a date. If we make our deadline, we throw ourselves a wild party. Definitely keeps us motivated.” He waggled his eyebrows.
It figured she’d discovered the perfect way to expand her horizons right before she lost the opportunity.
Kate pasted on a phony smile to cover the dread freezing the lingering heat from her core. If she felt anything other than disappointment over the lost opportunity, she forced herself to bury it. There would be plenty of lonely nights to examine her foolishness later.
“The pool inspector cleared our upgrades this morning so we’re planning a cookout. You know, we’d love to have you as our guest of honor.” He picked an imaginary piece of lint off his paint-splattered jeans.
She might have laughed if his sudden vulnerability hadn’t stunned her silent.
“If you’re still interested after today…”
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I can ask, babe.” Mike brushed his lips over her forehead then turned away. “Stay off that ladder.”
The wooden blinds tapped against the window as he shut the door tight behind him.
They’d slaved beneath the beam of spotlights until nearly midnight, then picked up again at the first light of dawn. Kate cursed the weather gods who hadn’t answered her call for rain. Instead, the thermometer had spiked close to a hundred degrees by lunchtime. The crew dragged ass for the first time since they’d carted their equipment onto the lawn next door.
Before she could consider the consequences, she squeezed a dozen lemons into her grandmother’s pitcher then grabbed a tray. As she arranged store-bought cookies on a plate, she wished she’d thought to make some from scratch.
The rays of the afternoon sun scorched her cheeks. She squinted, catching sight of James indulging in a timeout under the dense canopy of the massive oak in their yard. When he saw her coming, he patted the ground.
“As if I didn’t already crave your goodies.” He beamed. “Pour me some of that lemonade, and I’ll be your slave for life.”
She sat cross-legged beside him but didn’t laugh. Somehow, their games had turned serious in the past twenty-four hours. As usual, James tuned in to her mood in a flash.
“Ah, sorry, Kate. I’d give you a hug but sweaty d
oesn’t begin to describe me right now.”
He accepted the glass she handed over then drained it in one long slug.
“What? Do I have concrete dye on me?” James scrubbed at his neck.
Thank heaven for the bright light. The heat climbing her cheeks had nothing to do with the thinning of the ozone layer. Still, she couldn’t meet his curious gaze. Why hadn’t she considered the guys’ privacy before she spied on them?
“Oh. I see.” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t think you’d judge me.”
When he began to rise, she grabbed his forearm. “What? James! It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. But how did you know I was there?”
“Oh shit, were you feeling guilty?” He plopped onto the lush grass with a chuckle. “For a second there you really worried me. Katiebug, you couldn’t keep quiet to save your life. Plus, you forgot these…”
From one of a dozen pockets on his cargo shorts, he withdrew her favorite thong. Mike must have gone back to grab the rest of her discarded clothing.
“So you’re okay…”
“Honey, knowing you were watching turned me on beyond belief. Couldn’t you tell?”
“Well, you did look like you were enjoying yourself.” She rested her head on his shoulder, sweaty or not.
“Sounded like you were, too.” He rubbed his cheek over her hair. “So, you’ll be there tonight then?”
“I…I haven’t decided. Do you want me to be?”
“Hell, yes.” He didn’t hesitate even a fraction of a second before answering. “In my mind, sexuality is a continuum. Let’s take Mike. Based on the ten years I’ve known him, I’d say only one out of a thousand people he finds attractive are men. And I’m not talking go-to-bed-with-them attractive but, you know, some kind of spark. For me, it’s the opposite. I don’t want to lose the chance to act on that rare opportunity.”
It seemed so simple when he put it that way.
“I guess I just don’t know how to do this. How do you know what everyone wants? Each of you must fall somewhere different. Like Neil… I could tell he wasn’t into sucking Joe.” Her curiosity pushed her beyond embarrassment.