by Jayne Rylon
As James tipped over the edge, he jerked as if he had accidentally sawn through a 220-volt line on one of their job sites. His bucking dislodged Neil’s cock from his ass and knocked both Neil and Dave off balance. Which was where things got sticky, and not in a good way.
Dave’s roar at first made Mike think he was about to come, too. Until he realized it held a significant note of pain mixed in with the pleasure.
He reached out, but he was too far away to help. The big guy’s bad leg buckled, sending him sprawling on the ground. His massive cock was still thick and hard, his breathing ragged. Frustrated in more ways than one, he pounded the floor with his fist.
Neil tried to act like it was no big deal—stifling his howl of frustration while kneeling there, scrunching his eyes shut—but the bulging veins and angry purple hue of his dick made it obvious he’d been ripped out of the zone a moment before he’d shattered.
Time for damage control. It had been years since Dave’s accident. That didn’t mean his scars were fully healed. Times like these could still end badly when old insecurities reared their heads.
It was Mike’s job to make sure nothing ruined their good time, and that all his crew was taken care of. He hoped he could fulfill that obligation right then.
2
Dave let his forehead rest on the hardwood floor, hoping the coolness would seep into his skin and erase some of the flaming embarrassment from his cheeks before he had to meet the worried gazes of his crew members.
It had been a long time since he’d felt weak. Every once in a while, when he’d forgotten about his old injuries, they roared back to life at the most inopportune time—you know, like when he’d been about to come deep in Neil’s ass.
Before he could struggle to his feet, Neil crouched by his side, rolling him to his back. He didn’t bother asking if Dave was okay. They all knew he wasn’t. Miraculously, they didn’t seem to care.
Neil straddled him, refusing to allow Dave to sink into the darkness that had sometimes consumed him when he was reminded of how easy things had been before his accident and how he’d never be quite the same man as he had been once.
James joined them, kneeling beside his lover. Instead of focusing on Neil, though, he reached for Dave’s cock and pumped it several times. The slight softness that had accompanied the pain of bruising his ego disappeared in an instant or two, as James worked his magic.
Neil kissed his husband, showing him how much he approved of the man’s gentle touches and the effect they had on Dave. He broke away to tell Dave, “I wasn’t done with this yet. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Nope.” The single word was all he could utter before Neil sank onto his shaft, rendering him speechless once more. Neil rode him like a champ, using Dave’s cock to hit all the right places inside him.
James made out with Neil, groaning against his lips, whispering how hot it was to see him so desperate to be fucked, yelping when Neil nipped James’s lower lip. Mike retaliated by giving Neil a taste of his own bossy medicine. He crouched opposite James, fisted the guy’s dick in his calloused hand, and began to jack it.
Unwilling to be left out, Joe sat behind Neil, between Dave’s knees. He reached forward to roll Dave’s balls around in his palm.
Fuck, that felt great.
Dave slapped his palms on the wide-plank floor. He wanted to last at least long enough for Neil to get off before he ruined it again.
Sensing his distress, Mike grinned. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ve got this.”
He increased the pace of his shuttling hand, adding a twist of his wrist and a swipe of his palm over the head of Neil’s cock at the apex of each yank. Only a man who’d masturbated enough to know how good that felt would be able to give a hand job so perfectly.
Neil clearly appreciated the foreman’s efforts and time he’d spent perfecting his technique. His back arched, giving James the perfect opening to pinch Neil’s tight nipples.
“You ready?” Mike asked Dave, cutting through the staccato series of grunts he hadn’t realized were coming from his own throat. “He’s getting even stiffer in my hand and leaking all over me. He’s close.”
Dave and Neil both moaned in unison then. Dave nodded. Mimicking the motion, Neil did the same.
“Go ahead then,” Mike prodded verbally while Joe did it physically, rubbing the skin beneath Dave’s balls, almost to his ass.
Dave’s eyes rolled back. He gritted his teeth, then surrendered completely to his release. He shot his load deep into Neil’s ass as his friend’s come splattered all over Dave’s belly. James wasn’t far behind, swiping the evidence from Dave’s still flexing abs with a level of enthusiasm that never seemed to dull.
He’d never get enough.
None of them would.
Dave moaned as Joe lifted Neil off his cock. When it slipped from his friend’s ass, someone was there to clean them up. Dave didn’t even know who since he’d flung his arm over his eyes and allowed himself the luxury of soaking in the pure bliss they’d created together to chase away any lingering awkwardness he’d caused.
*
It was just then that Mike heard a rustle from the kitchen. It sounded like clothes hitting the wide wooden planks, a sound he’d come to know pretty well from all the time they’d spent at Kayla’s naturist resort, Bare Natural.
“Who’s there?” he called, startling the rest of the guys, who had melted into a giant pile of sweaty muscles and red velour.
A snort, a few giggles, and some harsh whispers confirmed his suspicions.
“Guys, I think we have some Grinchettes in the house, trying to ruin our surprise.” He levered up onto his elbow, trying to muster two shits about getting busted.
“Oh no, they’re going to figure out what we were doing…” James looked around frantically, as if there were some way to hide the photo equipment, their costumes, or the fact that they’d obviously fucked each other senseless.
“We do, and we liked it.” Devon stepped forward then, cupping her breasts. “Bravo, boys. Bravo.”
Though Mike had barely caught his breath, the sight of her had him rearranging his half-hard dick. Where she was, his wife would be close behind. Sure enough, the other three crew ladies emerged behind Devon, echoing her approval.
“It reminded me of the first time, when I saw you all in the kitchen of the house you were renovating next door to mine…” Kate sighed. The lusty stare she leveled in his direction meant today was about to get even better than it had already started out.
“You know, the babysitter isn’t bringing Abby and Nathan back for another two hours,” Morgan said, faux-innocently.
“Is that why you came home early?” Neil stretched as though he were already warming himself up for another round.
Kate nodded, then rushed to Mike and flung herself into his arms. He scooped her up and kissed her like crazy as she wrapped her legs around his trim waist. She was so much more petite and fluid than Joe; the differences awed him. He reminded himself to be gentler with her even if she would have hated that he did.
Dave said, “Good, then we have plenty of time to punish you for ruining our present.”
Kayla hummed. “Oh really? How do you plan to do that?”
“You’re going over Santa’s lap,” Joe told the women as he shook his finger at them. “You’ve all been very bad girls.”
“If we haven’t already been, we’re hoping to be soon.” Devon winked.
“How about a dirty game then?” James asked.
“I’m listening…” Mike liked when the crew got creative.
“Spankings for the ladies. Whoever cries mercy last wins and gets all of us to kiss it and make it better.”
At times like these, he wasn’t the boss, or at least not a dictator. Mike looked around the room making sure each person nodded to him or gave him some other sign of assent before declaring, “Game on.”
He sank to the ground and draped Kate over his upper thighs, her pert ass up in the air. She wriggled against
him, making sure he’d be ready for her when it was time to fuck.
“Everyone ready?” he asked when he noticed his friends had situated themselves similarly.
“I’m starting to think this isn’t fair,” Kayla whined. “Have you ever seen the size of Dave’s hands?”
“Oh, now you’re going to complain he’s too big?” Devon snorted. “That’s not what you usually say.”
“Guys, if they can argue about the rules, we’re not doing something right.” Joe chuckled.
Mike agreed. So he counted down. “Ready? Set? Spank!”
Since Neil had his hands full with Devon, James became the official referee. He took over, calling, “spank, spank, spank” like a coxswain shouting, “row, row, row” at a team of guys so in sync they might as well have been a single person.
It was only a few rounds in that Morgan bailed, rubbing the sting from her ass. “I’m out. I’d rather watch today anyway.”
Joe gathered her to his chest and cuddled with her as the rest of the couples competed. He spoke to her softly, hopefully making sure she was okay. If Mike hadn’t been preoccupied with Kate’s lush ass, he might have tried harder to figure out why something seemed a little off with his wife’s best friend.
It was a while before Devon tapped out, letting Neil massage her ass as she settled carefully onto her stomach on the overstuffed couch. Then it was just Kate and Kayla left in the race. They both knew Kayla had a much greater pain tolerance, and even got off on it.
So Mike helped his wife shake her competitive streak with one last whack to the reddest part of her cheek. She howled and thrashed before begging for mercy. Damn, Mike would show her later just how sexy it was when her skin glowed with the imprint of his palm. He could smell the impact he’d had on her. She was turned on and ready for him to fulfill his obligation so that he could come back to her, raring and ready to go.
“Does that mean I win?” Kayla asked in a dreamy voice from whatever sensual haze she’d been in.
“Of course you did.” Dave kissed her shoulder, then ran his hand down the bright tattoos on her back before squeezing her ass.
She groaned and climbed to her feet with her husband’s assistance, just long enough to shake her rosy, inked booty in a little victory dance. Then she held her hands out in front her, curling her fingers toward her palms, and beckoned the crew to her.
The guys kissed their wives goodbye, then stalked toward Kayla. It would have been impossible not to notice how hard each of them were. No matter how good it was when the five men were alone, adding their wives to the mix took things to another level.
Kayla shivered. Her reaction had nothing to do with the temperature. The fire blazed in the cast-iron stove, as it usually did, since clothes were entirely optional at the resort and very seldom used in Dave and Kayla’s personal domain.
Mike understood her reaction completely. It was powerful and a little intimidating being the focus of that much sexual intensity.
“I’ve got you, Kay,” Dave whispered in her ear. “You’re going to come so hard for them, aren’t you?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
Since she was on birth control like Devon, and the nine of them had been exclusive to the group for years, they didn’t bother with protection. If it had been Kate, or Morgan, things would have been different. Besides, Mike had a feeling they were just going to be helping Dave out as he fucked his wife senseless.
Sure enough, Dave barked to Joe, “Pick her up. Hold her and help her ride me.”
It didn’t surprise him that Dave needed to do this, to feel whole and capable after what had happened earlier.
To five guys used to working construction, hanging on to one tall and willowy woman was no challenge. James was smart enough to stay behind Dave, helping to brace him upright and rebuild his pride after his earlier collapse. They wouldn’t let him fall when everyone was watching.
James’s arm snaked around Dave’s waist under the guise of aiming his thick cock up, holding it steady as Mike, Joe, and Neil cradled Kayla and brought her toward her husband, who held her legs up and open, the back of her knees resting in the crooks of his elbows. Joe and Neil each stood on opposite sides of her, using her sore ass and shoulder as handholds to position her so that Dave’s dick notched against her pussy.
From where Mike stood supporting her neck and upper back, he could see the arousal glistening on her thighs. She really had enjoyed their contest. Now it was time to claim her prize.
Kayla shouted and arched in their hold when they began to impale her on Dave’s cock. It didn’t matter. Squirm as much as she liked, they weren’t going to drop her.
“Shit, yes.” Dave groaned as her pussy hugged his cock. “Joe, Neil, suck her tits. Play with her piercings. James, you’re in charge of rubbing her clit.”
Lost to sensations already, Kayla moaned as the guys descended on her while rocking her on and off of Dave’s shaft.
“And me?” Mike asked with a raised brow.
“Kiss her. Tell her how much we love her. All of you.” He looked up then, the veins in his neck protruding as he took in the seven friends—no, lovers—surrounding him and his wife with affection, trust, respect, and lust.
Lots of that.
Mike peeked at Kate, smiling when she blew him a kiss before he imagined transferring it to Kayla. He lowered his mouth to her open one, swallowing her cries as the guys found their rhythm, working her onto and off of Dave’s stiff cock.
Every once in a while, they’d mess up and the tip of Dave’s dick would bump into James’s fingers, gliding over her clit. She shuddered in their arms.
Tension crept into her muscles beneath Mike’s fingers. She grew quieter and her eyelids drooped as he sweetly sipped from her lips between reassuring whispers. It wasn’t going to be long now before he reunited with Kate.
Sure enough, a few moments later, Kayla’s eyes flew open. She screamed Dave’s name and dug her nails into Joe and Neil’s shoulders as she came apart. Dave grunted, the wringing of her pussy drawing him into another climax of his own. His abs flexed in time to his vocalizations as he pumped his wife so full of his come that it began to trickle out around the base of his cock and coat his balls.
James immediately dropped to his knees, taking the still pulsing sac into his mouth and laving it with the flat of his tongue, which only extended Dave’s orgasm. He couldn’t resist devouring them every chance he got.
When Dave’s knees threatened to buckle, James guided him onto the sofa while Joe, Neil, and Mike simultaneously moved Kayla to ensure the couple remained connected. She ground on Dave with gentle circles of her hips, wringing the last bits of ecstasy from him before melting onto his enormous, broad chest.
With their duties over, the rest of the crew pivoted, practically feral as they went in search of their wives. Fortunately, they didn’t have far to go. Kate met Mike halfway, already sinking to the ground and tugging him on top of her when he reached her side.
They didn’t waste time on soft kisses or foreplay. There would be plenty of time for that kind of lovemaking at home, in their bed, as they recapped today’s adventure. No, this was a claiming. A celebration of the bond they all shared, the one that enhanced the connections between each of them as well as the group as a whole.
Joe had Morgan face down, ass up as he rode her from behind. Mike blanketed Kate as he drilled into her from above, and Devon… Devon straddled James while Neil towered over them both. He and James took turns sliding their dicks against each other and into Devon until they’d stretched her enough to take them both together.
Sweat beaded on Mike’s brow as he matched his thrusts to those of his partners. He clenched his teeth in a desperate attempt to hang on while Kate got her fill of his cock. And when she shook then froze, he knew he was the real winner there that day.
Because he could bring indescribable pleasure to his soul mate and share in the experience as his friends did the same. He pounded into Kate a few more times before she
opened her eyes and whispered, “Show me how much you love this. Come inside me. Hard.”
So he did.
As if his roar set off the rest of the crew, they joined him and Kate in a chain reaction of rapture that shook even the sturdy tree-trunk beams of the cabin. He wouldn’t have been surprised to learn they’d set off an avalanche with the joy and bliss that blasted from their group right before they settled in for a serious snuggle session.
3
It was nearly time for them to get up or risk scarring the babysitter for life when a familiar recorded car engine revved, perking Kate up. She loved that sound because it meant one thing… “The Hot Rods are calling.”
“Better cover up some before answering in case they have Quinn, Tom or Ms. Brown with them,” Mike cautioned.
Everyone scrambled for their discarded clothes, or at least a blanket to dive under.
Dave glanced around the room, making sure nothing crucial was hanging out, before he connected the incoming video chat, broadcasting it through the living room TV as they had gotten used to doing. Too bad Middletown, along with both the Hot Rods and Hot Rides empires, was a few states away. It would be amazing to spend more time with Joe’s relatives.
The gang had become family to them all. Literally, when Kayla’s brother Gavyn had married Amber Brown, and figuratively since the Hot Rods were their naughty polyamorous protégés.
Instead of the group of people Kate expected to see greeting them, a single not-so-scrawny-anymore kid sat on the edge of his bed. It was difficult to make Quinn out given the dim interior of his room and how he was sitting, hands planted on either side of his hips, arms straight, hanging his head, but he was the only teen who’d be calling them from the Hot Rods’ number.
Regular broody teenager stuff or something worse?
She had a feeling they were about to find out.
“Hey.” Quinn lifted one hand and waved, his fingers still partially curled, lacking his usual enthusiasm. His trademark smile fell short of lighting up his eyes. He hadn’t been this subdued and unsure since he’d first gone to live with his older brother, Roman, and the rest of the mechanics.