Powertools Complete Series

by Jayne Rylon

  With her blessing, Dave notched the tip of his fat cock in the vestibule of Morgan’s pussy. Pressure built. He rocked until the head penetrated, breaching her initial resistance. They both gasped when she hugged his engorged cap.

  “I love watching you surrender to him.” Joe traced the taut tissue of her inner lips around his friend’s intrusion. “It seems impossible, until it’s not. It makes me wish I could give you more.”

  “You’ve given me everything.” Morgan laid her fingers on Joe’s chest, over his heart. “Everything that matters. Home, family, friends and your love. What else is there?”

  They exchanged an entire conversation with one look. Reassurance she could never find him lacking. Oaths to continue to provide unfailing support for each other, no matter what obstacles the future flung in their paths. All with the security provided by the crew woven throughout. Together they were unbreakable.

  She’d nearly forgotten Dave existed as she and Joe locked lips. Or perhaps he simply became an extension of the man she loved. Her husband plied her mouth with tender nips and flicks of his tongue across the sensitive underside of her own, distracting her from the discomfort caused by the advancement of his burly friend. Until Dave bucked and groaned, igniting a conflagration that burned her nerve endings from the inside out.

  “Sorry, sorry.” He panted, though he froze between her legs, his cock fully impaling her. “It’s just, you’re so…squishy. Warm and wet. Mike must have been saving that up for a few days.”

  Kate whimpered, cutting through Dave’s awe.

  The foreman abandoned the bed. He scooped his wife into his arms and settled himself in the oversized armchair, tucking her to his glistening chest. Reminding Morgan of a horse, steaming in the winner’s circle after a mad dash to the finish, tired yet proud, he stroked Kate’s hair. “It’s fine. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself. You haven’t been feeling well. Concentrate on staying healthy and helping my son grow strong. I’ve got the rest. Hell, it’s not like I’m going to be horny for a solid year after tonight.”

  “Promise?” Kate blinked up at her man.

  “Yeah, I’m good. Perfect.”

  “Shit. Didn’t think…” Dave’s cock lost some of its steeliness.

  “It’s impossible to hang on to reason when you’re visiting paradise that sweet.” James mediated the potential awkwardness, as usual. “I can’t wait to feel her for myself. Though after you, I’m afraid I’m not going to be very impressive.”

  “I’ve got an idea.” Neil whispered in James’s ear, pausing to nibble on his lover’s lobe.

  “You dirty bastard.” James shivered. “Pour on the speed, Dave. I’m in a hurry to try this deviant’s latest scheme.”

  Morgan chuckled when Dave looked from guy to guy surrounding them. Distracted, he lost a little of his focus. Kayla unfurled herself from her chair and climbed onto the elevated bed. She sidled up behind her husband and brushed her almost-bare breasts across his back.

  Though her hands weren’t visible, Morgan could guess what kind of magic they worked when Dave shuddered between her legs. The other woman spoke, low and wicked, to her husband. “Remember what I told you before? How it turns me on to see you lose yourself to giving one of our friends pleasure? How I’m going to reward you later? Too bad I didn’t think to bring my strap-on or we could have been a little more efficient. I’m a fan of multi-tasking.”

  Dave jerked forward, his cock firming with every pounding beat of his heart. Buried as deep as possible, he inflated within Morgan, stretching her until she swore she’d never been so full in all her life.

  Indentations made by Kayla’s dark purple nails on Dave’s pecs caught Morgan’s attention. The prickle they caused only seemed to rile him further. His nostrils flared, and muscles ticked beneath the ink swirling across his olive skin, making him look like a bull ready to charge. His wife waved the red cape of his turn-ons like a world champion matador.

  Morgan didn’t mind being pierced by his horns.

  “There you go.” Kayla spanked Dave several times in rapid succession. Morgan imagined flaming handprints appearing on his tight ass. “Give it to her nice and we’ll play rough later.”

  “Looks like Mo isn’t the only one exploring lately.” Mike raised an eyebrow from his place at the head of the bed.

  “Devon gave me the idea.” Kay beamed at her friend. She sank onto the arm of Dev’s chair instead of returning to her outpost. “I love that we learn from each other. Constant progression. Getting old together will never be boring when we’re changing and growing all the time.”

  Dev patted the cushion beside her hip as she scooted to one side of the oversized seat. Kayla slipped beside her friend, gathering the smaller woman close so their legs braided. She kissed Devon with the soft yet fierce passion the crew had come to expect from the pair on occasion. “Thank you.”

  “Anytime.” Devon winked, then got comfy, resting her head on Kayla’s shoulder.

  “Oh, shit. They’re making out, aren’t they?” Dave clenched his jaw. He retreated only long enough to advance again, less carefully this time.

  “Shit yeah,” Joe teased. “With lots of tongue and even some boob fondling.”

  “Really?”

  Morgan didn’t blame Dave for looking over his shoulder. She giggled at the epic pout that crossed his face when he realized Joe was pulling his leg.

  “We’ll save the show for later. You need to focus.” Devon ratcheted up her stern inner minx. She was getting pretty damn proficient at playing the part. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll help Kayla teach you a lesson after we’re done here.”

  “Don’t fuck this up.” Neil added another swat to Dave’s ass. “I want to watch.”

  “Morgan…” Wide eyes implored her to help.

  “Nobody’s stopping you.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Dave. You don’t have to go slow.”

  “Want it to be special.” His face lowered enough so he could capture her mouth beneath his. The soothing kiss he imparted had little in common with the jacking of his hips. An apology transmitted through every soft caress of his tongue. Tenderness offset by the power of his thrusts between her quivering thighs.

  Heat and wonder built inside her like steam in a pressure cooker. Weight compressed her chest as he descended, trying to close any lingering gaps between them. Their perspiration-coated skin adhered where they collided. The insides of her knees stuck on his ribs as he folded her practically in half.

  Metal brushed her nipple. The warmed bar of his piercings glanced across her pebbled flesh, inciting a riot in the primed tissue of her breasts. How could he be so tough and yet so sweet? So huge and yet maybe the most delicate of all the men?

  Morgan hugged him to her, sheltering him in a welcoming grasp. The discomfort of his oversized cock and heavy body were nothing compared to the bliss of granting him safe harbor and an outlet for the glorious energy he’d obviously pent up.

  “It is. Perfect.” She encouraged him to abandon the last of his inhibitions by dragging her nails down the bunched sinew on either side of his spine hard enough to leave proof of the claim she staked. Her heels drummed on his ass when he rutted in earnest.

  Morgan scooted toward the headboard as he plowed into her, over and over.

  Joe shifted, draping one arm beneath her head, around her shoulders, to anchor her through the storm of Dave’s unleashed fervor.

  She couldn’t do more than hang on and enjoy the ride. Tingles spread throughout her body, electrifying her from her fingers to her toes. Focusing on the absolute pleasure, she cultivated the sensation, fertilizing it until it bloomed out of control.

  “It won’t be much longer.” James murmured in the background. “Are you almost ready, Neil?”

  “Been waiting our turn for at least nine million years, haven’t we?”

  “Just feels that way.” Mike shushed the pair. “Don’t distract Morgan.”

  As if she could think of anything but the force
of the man driving inside her, pushing her tighter to her husband with every surge of precise momentum Dave instilled in her. His scrunched lids flew open, revealing the clear honesty in his bright eyes. “Want this. So badly. Both of you. Deserve it. To have what you need.”

  The intensity of his desires percolated through every pore of Morgan’s body. She absorbed each droplet of the genuine compassion oozing from him while hoping she deserved such gallantry. Her body responded to the emotions barraging her heart and soul. It squeezed him tight, enhancing the effort he dedicated to pleasing her in this moment as well as the greater scheme of their lives.

  She hadn’t imagined she could come with each man this evening. In the recesses of her mind, she remembered Mike’s advice—orgasms improved the odds of conception. Thank God it wasn’t the other way around or she’d stand no chance at all.

  Her toes curled as ripples began to undulate her swollen channel around the constant invasion of Dave’s shaft. Balls slapped against her ass each time he ground deep within her. They both shouted as they escalated each other’s pleasure through the natural expression of their own rapture.

  “I’m going to come,” Dave bellowed. He threw his head back and impressed her all over again with the magnitude of his strength. Muscles twitched as he restricted the range of their flexing.

  Morgan looked to Joe. No speech was possible, or necessary.

  Greedy. If she was going to climax, she required everything Dave had to give.

  “Fuck her harder.” Joe spanked Dave. A crack rang through the room as his palm met bunched muscle. “Give her all of you. She can handle it. Wants it. Needs it.”

  The plaintive mewling that erupted from her throat might have been embarrassing if she hadn’t been so desperate to shatter with her husband’s friend. Instead, the sound seemed to infiltrate Dave’s resistance.

  Roaring in a primal display she’d never witnessed from him before, Dave grasped her hips, tilted her to optimize the angle of his invasion, then dug deep. He rammed inside her, reaching magical spots she’d only heard clinical discussions about in the past. The fringes of her vision grew smoky as she held her breath in anticipation of the climax about to burst through her.

  Flares danced in front of her eyes when she shattered. Though she squirmed and thrashed, Dave never let go. He rode her with the single-minded purpose of a man driven beyond sanity, boundaries or polite considerations. When the clenching of her muscles prohibited him from plunging as fast as he preferred, he locked deep instead.

  Intermittent grunts rained over her like the plop of thick cake batter from the wire attachment of her favorite mixer. Dave bit her neck and trapped her. Utterly helpless to move, she was forced to endure every blinding sensation, on the verge of too intense. Too amazing.

  And then she felt it.

  Scalding heat flooded her pussy.

  Dave emptied himself inside her one stream at a time. He jerked in synch with the spasms gripping him, cursing and praising her with every wrenching wave of his orgasm. Their hips banged together at each involuntary buck that enhanced the natural range of his spurts inside her. A wash of liquid lust drenched her.

  His climax seemed to last forever, renewing hers with each additional seizure of his muscles and the strangled groans accompanying them. The final two or three pulses of his cock tapered off, leaving him moaning and chanting her name in reverent sighs.

  Morgan floated, completely dazed. She tried to cling to his sweaty shoulders when he retreated, but he slipped between her fingers. Strong hands pinned her to the mattress, preventing her from following. “Shh. Don’t sit up yet, cupcake.”

  “Joe.”

  “I’ve got you. Stay still. Catch your breath. God, that looked incredible.” He kissed her brow so sweetly tears stung her eyes. “You’re so gorgeous when you unravel like that.”

  Half-entranced, she started to roll toward him.

  “Keep that ass in the air.” Mike’s command knifed through the fog in her brain, reminding her of their purpose. How could she have forgotten, even for a moment?

  Joe began to rearrange the pillows beneath her hips, enhancing the incline to guarantee the mingled fluids of two of his best friends remained deep in the well of her pussy.

  She couldn’t say if her whimper had more to do with the thought of their deposits or the ecstasy still gripping her mercilessly or the blinding love her husband inspired or the pressure the awkward angle put on her neck. Probably a bit of each.

  “Let me help.” James crawled beside her. He motioned with his chin. Neil and Joe complied, lifting her high enough for their lover to worm beneath her body and prop his own pelvis on the feather-stuffed ramp they’d constructed ad hoc. The two men lowered her into the comforting cradle of his mass. James cushioned her while maintaining the optimum angle. The nape of her neck rested comfortably on the curve of his shoulder.

  “Much better,” she sighed.

  “I aim to please.” James cupped her breasts. “Plus, this is a great spot for copping a feel.”

  Morgan laughed, trying to keep her eyes open despite the lassitude barraging her.

  The entire bed shook, jostling them all, when Dave crashed—completely limp—onto his face at the foot of the mattress. Kayla and Devon reached out to soothe him with long, smooth glides of their hands. Murmured praise babbled in soft tones Morgan couldn’t decipher. She strained for a glimpse of the contented smirk on his face.

  “Don’t worry about him,” Neil flashed his asymmetrical grin. “He’ll survive. He just needs some time to recover after that wild ride.”

  “Me too.” She hid her flaming cheeks in the crook of James’s neck.

  Why did she feel like everything changed by the moment? It was as if her chemical makeup had been irrevocably altered by the radiant emission of their love and the attempts they’d made on her and Joe’s behalf.

  How could she take more when she’d already been given so much?

  “I don’t know, feels like your pussy is still begging,” James rasped in her ear.

  “You’re inside me?” She wished she could rescind the question the moment Joe choked at her side. It wasn’t that she hadn’t felt anything down there, but rather that she’d felt too much. Assumed it was an aftereffect of Dave’s possession.

  “Well, that’ll make a guy try harder.” James flexed beneath her in a sinuous motion that left no doubt as to the accuracy of his claims.

  “Urg.” A contented gurgle served as her only reply.

  “That’s better.” His smile warmed his tone. “No hard feelings, love. Dave is huge. I imagine it’s hard to discern anything aside from extra happy tingles, considering the way that orgasm looked from where I was sitting.”

  Dave grunted his agreement, his finger idly drawing swirls over her anklebone from where he splayed.

  “So maybe I better do this before she recovers?” Neil knelt between two sets of spread thighs. He looked not at them, but at Joe when he made his suggestion.

  “You’re the expert at tandem fucking, not me.” Joe sat on his haunches, close to her and James’s heads as though monitoring her reactions with strict observation and intention to shut down the operation at the slightest hint of trouble.

  Morgan didn’t pay much attention to their banter. With her eyes closed, she drifted through euphoria, sturdy arms around her and rhythmic breaths lulling her with their metered rise and fall. What could they have in mind? She decided to relax and grant them complete control. Not one fiber of her being lacked trust in them, either singly or as a whole.

  “Right.” Neil’s determination had her prying her lids open in time to catch his grimace. “Hold her tight, boys. She’s going to be sensitive at first.”

  James’s arms banded around her waist. Joe cupped her jaw in his hand, angling her face so she met his stare. He crooned encouragement when Neil advanced, sliding into her still-throbbing sheath beside his life partner.

  “Ohmigod!” She didn’t mean to wriggle, but she couldn’t help hers
elf.

  “Joe…” Neil paused, checking in with her husband.

  “Don’t stop, it was a good OMG.”

  She’d never been so glad he could read her mind. If Neil had changed his course then she’d have wept with frustration. How could they continue to elevate her enjoyment?

  Part of the pleasure came from realizing she was a conduit for the two men to love each other. James shivered beneath her as his mate’s cock rode along his ultra-firm length. An involuntary flex compressed them within her. The idea of pleasing them both, pressing them together, sent aftershocks racing along her pussy.

  “Feel that?” Neil cursed.

  “She’s still coming.” Rough breath stirred the hairs at her temple, tickling her cheek. James simultaneously melted and stiffened beneath and inside her. “From Mike. From Dave.”

  “All of you.” She combed the sheets and covers with a widespread hand until her knuckles knocked into Joe’s knee. Unfocused eyes prevented her from reading his expression. When she walked her fingers up his corded thighs and surrounded his impressive erection in her palm, there was no denying how her wanton display impacted him.

  Several uncoordinated passes along his length had her frustrated she couldn’t maneuver as she pleased. “Come closer.”

  “Don’t have much choice when you tug on it like that. It’s not a leash, Mo.” His grumble mixed with a chortle.

  “Seems pretty effective to me.” Kate stuck up for her best friend.

  “Let me taste you.” Morgan licked her lips, then parted them as she strained her neck toward his bobbing cock.

  The brush of his silky head over her mouth had her drawing him inside instinctively. Positioned so that he could feed her his entire length, Joe dangled his balls across James’s jaw.

  “Help yourself.” Neil glided inside her as he encouraged his mate to add the salty tang of Joe’s nuts to the stimuli driving him inevitably toward total annihilation.

  Another shockwave passed through Morgan when James’s full lips met hers at the base of Joe’s cock. Abs bunched and released beneath her lower back as he fucked up into her. Each thrust was timed to James laving her husband’s delicate sac.