Powertools Complete Series

by Jayne Rylon

  She got so into sucking his shaft—a comfortable mouthful—that she yelped when Neil settled deeper between her thighs and treated her pussy to similar attention. Her spine arched off the floor, giving him a perfect place to grip her waist. He capitalized on the leverage to tuck her tight to his skilled mouth.

  James cupped her jaw, tracing her lips where they encircled his shaft. “Slow down, sweetheart. Or I’m not going to last.”

  She attempted to smile with her mouth full, but didn’t change her pattern.

  “Shit.”

  “Five bucks says James comes first.” Joe drew her attention as he bet Dave.

  “You’re on. Neil saves all his oral skills for pussy.” The bigger man’s hand seemed to speed up as it drew on his beefy erection. “Kay says he’s the best. Devon’s gonna tip over in record time.”

  She hated to cost him the wager, but she’d never been a speed orgasmer. Most guys couldn’t take her there at all without a little help from her hand. Impossible to facilitate with James clenching her fingers in his fists. She smiled as she tore her stare from the three men stroking themselves to monitor her prey.

  James clenched his jaw so hard she worried about his dental bills. For about half a second anyway, until Neil distracted her with insistent pressure from his suckling lips over her clit. He took his time, exploring a variety of motions, until he did something amazing with his tongue that had her squealing around James’s cock.

  The shock of intense pleasure kept her from surrendering in the first instant of his treatment.

  “Shit, I think you might have made a good call,” Joe grumbled to Dave and pumped his cock faster.

  Mike grinned. He slid closer for a better view. “I’m studying up. Kate loves it when I steal your tricks.”

  Neil hummed, only making Joe’s demise a little more likely. She retaliated, concentrating on drawing the salty pre-com from James’s pulsing erection. Mike reached out a steadying hand when his friend tilted off balance.

  “Oh. Jesus. Yeah.” James’s fingers clenched in her hair. “Feels so good, Devon. More. Just like that.”

  She obliged eagerly. Every flick of Neil’s tongue inspired her to reach out to the man in her mouth. Every press of Neil’s lips and graze of his teeth had her mimicking his actions. The swell of passion that ballooned in her, causing tension to tighten her empty, aching pussy, inflated to astronomical proportions.

  Her thighs quivered. She held stock still, afraid to move for fear of shattering.

  “Damn. Damn. Can’t hang on.” James could have read the thoughts straight from her mind.

  Either the creamy taste of his first jet of come or the insertion of one of Neil’s long fingers in her pussy pushed her over the edge. She couldn’t say which for sure. Perfectly timed, they triggered her orgasm together.

  Devon swallowed greedily. The flex of her throat worked in time with the spasms gripping her channel around Neil’s embedded hand.

  She wished it had been his cock instead.

  James collapsed beside them, laying his head on her breast. She rubbed his back with one hand as he soothed her belly with one of his own. Neil rose above them with a fierce shout. “Condom. Now.”

  Mike must have dug one from his wallet. He held it out and ready.

  Neil’s hands shook as he rolled it over his cock. When he fumbled for the third time, Dave reached over and finished sheathing his friend.

  “Thanks.”

  “Don’t mention it.” Dave licked the glaze of pre-come from his fingers before resuming his measured stroking over his stiff hard-on.

  “Are you ready for me?” Neil sat on his heels between her thighs. “Or do you need some time to recover.”

  “Is he always this considerate?” Devon turned to James.

  He kissed her gently then smiled. “I think he’s afraid of breaking you. You’re even littler than me. After fooling around with these hulks, you seem like a china doll.”

  “But you know better, right?” She could relate to James. It had to be hard being the smallest of the bunch. “Put him inside me. Don’t make me wait.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” James fisted Neil’s sheathed erection and guided it to her slick entrance. “You heard her, Neil. She needs to be fucked. Don’t think. Just do it.”

  Devon gasped when the blunt head of Neil’s cock stretched her open. It’d been a while for her. The lingering spasms of her orgasm tensed the rings of muscle at her entrance.

  “Let him in,” Joe called out to her. “He’s almost through. It’ll get easier.”

  “Breathe, Dev,” Mike added.

  They didn’t understand. It wasn’t agony—no, it was ecstasy—that had her crying out. She opened her eyes and locked stares with James when Neil relented, backing off on the pressure driving his forward motion.

  “No.” James grabbed Neil’s ass and forced him closer. “Keep going. Give her more. She needs more.”

  “Ah. Yes!” she screamed when Neil buried himself to the hilt.

  He began to thrust inside her. Long, deep glides left no part of her untouched, unexplored. James lowered his head to take her nipple between his lips. He plied the hard tip with his tongue and sucked it against the roof of his mouth while his other hand roamed across her torso to make sure neither of her breasts were left out of the fun.

  “So hot.” Joe groaned from beside them.

  Neil didn’t respond. His focus stayed entirely on her. He pumped inside her again and again. Sweat trickled over his hard pecs and the defined ridges of his abs.

  Why couldn’t this last all day? This euphoric bliss caused by being the center of the crew’s universe. At least temporarily.

  Rhythmic grunts accompanied the shuttling of Neil’s cock, loudest each time he bottomed out in her pussy. The three men surrounding the trio on the floor inched closer until their knees touched the entwined threesome.

  James allowed his fingers to cruise down her center until they found her clit. He rubbed gently yet fast, in a maddening loop around her swollen nub. The combination of his fluttering touch and the pounding of Neil’s pelvis had her curling her nails into her palms to keep from coming.

  Not yet. Not yet.

  “Let go, Dev,” James whispered against her breast. “They’re waiting for you to shatter. Look how badly they need to join you. Let go.”

  She forced her eyes to open. Each man around her met her gaze as she let them see everything they made her feel. When she returned to Neil, she had no choice. Her body betrayed her, clamping around his shaft, savoring the defined ridges of the veined tissue and the thick head of his cock.

  Just as her spasms began to die down, a groan echoed in the empty kitchen. Warm fluid spurted onto her chest and belly in time to the jerks of Dave’s cock. Joe and Mike joined in as though the sight of their friend’s surrender tripped a switch inside them. They drizzled their pearly come onto her torso.

  Neil yanked himself from the quivering tissue of her pussy and stripped his condom off in one motion. He aimed his cock at her and assisted his partners in decorating her tan skin. Several spots of his release dribbled onto her bare pussy. She swore the weight of the droplets caused another orgasm to roll through her.

  As everyone soaked in their shared release, something warm and soft lapped against Devon’s skin. She pried her heavy lids open to observe James cleaning every last bit of the mingled mess from her body. He hummed as he devoured the essence of his friends and lovers.

  “That was the best staff meeting I’ve ever been to.” She winked at Mike. “Impressive staffs for sure.”

  “I give you a ten for BJ skills. Seriously though, negative points for the jokes, Dev.” Joe ruffled her hair.

  She buried her face against Neil’s chest and giggled. Thirty more seconds. Then she’d force herself to get dressed like the rest of the guys, whose clothes rustled somewhere farther away than the pounding of her heart, which gradually slowed.

  “Thank you.” Mike laid his hand on her knee and squeezed before cl

imbing to his feet. Dave and Joe followed his lead, leaving the three of them to recover in relative privacy.

  “You were amazing.” James spoke when Neil seemed incapable of expressing himself. “You gave him everything he needed and more.”

  “And you?” She couldn’t put her finger on when it had happened but she’d developed a connection to James. A bond she hadn’t expected.

  “The same. Thank you.” He kissed her forehead then stood to pull on his jeans.

  “Break’s over.” Mike hollered from upstairs. The laugh in his tone had them chuckling along. The man was hardcore, but not a hardass. More like he provided an out from the potentially awkward situation. “Get back to work, kids.”

  “On it, foreman.” She smiled as she rolled to her feet and tugged on her clothes.

  Neil surprised her by catching her shoulders before she scooted off to finish the bathroom with Dave. He tucked her close, laid a long, sensual kiss on her parted lips, then spun her in the direction of the stairs and smacked her ass.

  What did it say about her that she loved it?

  She peeked over her shoulder for once last glimpse of him. Instead, she caught James sparing her and Neil a longing glance. At least she thought so. But when she squinted, he only smiled from his spot a few feet away.

  “Great job today, guys. And girl.” Mike clapped Joe on the shoulder. “We’re ahead of schedule so I don’t see any problem with taking the weekend off.”

  “Good thing.” Dave perked up. “You know how much Kay has been looking forward to the barbeque on Sunday. The resort is almost ready to open, and she’s dying for you all to share it this one time before guests start arriving.”

  Devon had heard oodles about the clothing-optional facility Dave’s naturist girlfriend had built from the ground up, with the crew’s help.

  “And…” He cleared his throat, drawing interested glances from the rest of the gathering. “I was sort of thinking about asking her to marry me. This weekend I mean. Maybe at our bonfire.”

  “You’ve had the ring forever.” James beamed. “Do it already. She’s not the kind of woman who requires something elaborate. Just the place you share. Make it official. Ask her.”

  “I will. When the time is right.” Dave sighed. “Maybe when you’re all there.”

  “I think it’s best if we each take tomorrow to think about our future.” Mike spoke carefully. He’d obviously given the topic some consideration this afternoon. They’d worked twice as efficiently as before. Devon hadn’t realized how much she’d been screwing them up. “Come prepared to talk. All of us, together. We need to make some big decisions about where we go from here. Ignoring things aren’t going to make them any better. I’m not willing to fuck up the most important relationships in our lives. Not with our wives. Or each other.”

  Every crew member nodded. Except Devon. Where did she fit in?

  “You’ll be joining us too.” Mike didn’t phrase it as a question.

  “I—”

  “Please.” Neil turned to her and enfolded her hand in one of his. With the other he reached for James, but his partner had taken a step back at some point. “Say you’ll come.”

  She sucked in a huge breath and held it as she considered the plea in his eyes. Next she considered the open invitation in each of the other guys’ answering nods. When she locked her gaze on James, she wavered. He stared at the juncture of her and Neil’s fingers, not into her eyes.

  “I don’t think…”

  James lifted his head and scrunched his brows. “You have to come. Neil needs you.”

  “What about you?”

  “Let’s take that time to think first.” Mike stepped forward, breaking her connection with Neil. “Nobody say anything they’ll regret.”

  They shuffled toward the door then dispersed as they angled for their vehicles. She hopped into her truck. The door hadn’t shut yet when Joe, parked beside her, called softly, “See you Sunday.”

  “I don’t know where I’m going.” If that wasn’t the statement of the century she couldn’t have said what was.

  “I’ll email you directions. And if you need, Morgan and I will pick you up. We won’t let you get lost, okay?” He smiled.

  “Promise?” She wished she could hug him.

  “Yeah. I promise. And so do they.” He lifted his shoulder. She followed the invisible line he drew to where James, Neil, Mike and Dave watched their exchange with eagle eyes.

  “All right then. I’ll see you on Sunday.” She backed out of the driveway, surprised by the unshed tears blurring her vision.

  When had they come to matter so much?

  4

  Devon sat in the driveway, her truck parked behind the usual assortment of oversized construction vehicles. She tugged on the hem of her simple cotton dress, still wondering exactly what ensemble was appropriate for a clothing-optional facility. A solid hour and a half trying on everything in her modest closet—again and again—hadn’t made her any more confident she would avoid a fashion faux pas.

  At least Kate, Morgan and Kayla had seemed completely cool and relaxed the times she’d hung out with the whole group. They’d never make her feel out of place. Unless they disapproved of what had gone down at the job site on Friday.

  A giant sigh ruffled the short bangs framing her face. She reached over and retrieved the simple veggie assortment she’d prepared as an offering. Not like she could whip up her mom’s famous spice bread—her usual potluck contribution—when a professional baker would be in attendance.

  Pitfalls loomed around every twist and turn in her relationship with the crew. What the hell had she gotten herself into? Maybe she should bolt before they spotted her.

  “Need some help with that?” Mike’s greeting hammered the last nail in the coffin of her fledgling escape plans.

  Damn it.

  “Nah, I got it. Thanks.” She tried to smile. Her muscles were too tense.

  He ignored her and nabbed the tray from her hands. Good thing or she would have dropped it when she realized he strutted around the property in the buff. Muscles gleamed and flexed in the late afternoon sun.

  The smell of grilling burgers wasn’t responsible for her sudden drooling affliction.

  By the time she’d recovered even a tiny fraction of her wits, they’d reached the front porch. Kayla ran out to greet her with an enormous hug. Devon didn’t flinch from the warm skin that met her hands when she returned the embrace. In fact, the toned expanse of Kayla’s back felt soft and warm. Comforting. Something about Devon’s reaction must have clued Kayla in to her confusion. She retreated and narrowed her eyes.

  “Sorry,” Devon chuckled. “Not quite sure how this works.”

  “You’re our guest.” Kayla’s smile seemed natural and light as she took the platter from Mike and shooed him off with a wave. The women headed inside together. “Do, or don’t do, whatever makes you comfortable. It’s a clothing-optional resort, not a clothing-prohibited one. It took Kate and Morgan a little while to loosen up enough to join in. No one will think poorly of you if you’re not ready.”

  “Hey, I heard that.” A clatter from the kitchen announced the infamous cook was putting the finishing touches on their dinner. “Besides, I’m still not nude. I’m wearing an apron.”

  “Safety first.” Kayla grinned as she turned toward the prep space in the open cabin.

  Devon would have followed but the enormous floor to ceiling windows caught her attention. She wandered over for a better view of the gorgeous valley and the lake at the bottom. Instead of rustic charm, she caught sight of Neil and James chasing each other around the rear of the house.

  Bare-ass naked.

  Her breath rushed out.

  “Like what you see?” Kayla asked.

  “The view is amazing.” Devon blushed as she realized how true her cover up statement turned out to be.

  The other woman only chuckled. “Right you are. On both counts.”

  Kayla had a way of making Devon feel at home. What could have been awkward turned out to be organic. She was the only one making a big deal out of the bare skin deal.

  When in Rome…do as the naturists do.

  Devon gathered her skirt and pulled her light dress over her head. She glanced into the yard, the fabric dangling from her fingers, just in time to watch James smash into Neil. The taller man had stopped dead in his tracks. His gaze locked on her body, framed in the window. James shook his head like a dog emerging from the water then followed his partner’s stare.

  He laughed and tossed her a finger wave before smacking Neil on the ass, stealing the soccer ball she hadn’t noticed before, and tearing off through the lush grass.

  “Well, that’s one way to make an entrance.” Kate wandered from the kitchen with a dish in her hand. She looked even lovelier than she had in the little black dress she’d sported the last time they met up for dinner out. Somehow, she made naked seem like the new trend in designer eveningwear, complete with sedate pearl earrings. “So glad to see you again. I think the guys were worried you wouldn’t come.”

  Devon didn’t have the heart to admit they were right to be concerned.

  “It’s okay, hon. All of us were overwhelmed at first. Still are at times. It’s a lot to get used to. No rush and no worries, okay? Want to bring your tray this way? I’ll show you where we’re setting everything out.”

  “Thanks.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat. She should have known they’d make this easy for her. They were some of the coolest people she’d ever met. Reality was, it scared her to think of losing them so soon after becoming an honorary member of their bunch.

  She’d spent her whole Saturday dreaming of what it could be like if her temporary position became something a hell of a lot more permanent.

  “Dev!” Joe beamed at her from his place tending the grill. “Looking good.”

  Morgan swatted him half-heartedly with a hand towel as they arranged the last of the food. “Behave yourself.”

  He grinned then snagged his fiancée, dragging her close for a sweet kiss that had the potential to turn into something downright smoky. When they touched, so simply though completely, Devon understood the difference between a casual encounter and a soul-deep bond.

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