Nailed to the Wall: Powertools, Book 5

by Rylon, Jayne

  Devon didn’t expect the wash of emotion he inspired in her. Not like this. Not so strong. She couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat. So instead she reached down, between her legs, and lifted him to the threshold of her body. She held him there.

  “Thank you,” he whispered before he advanced.

  The introduction of his flesh into hers shocked a gasp from her. Heat and pressure built until his head slipped inside. When she thought she might cry uncle and tell him he was too much, a familiar hand landed on her upper arm.

  James.

  “Give it a second.” He promised, “You’re going to love it. He’s so smooth when he fucks. Just like he talks.”

  Morgan cried out from where she nestled tighter onto Dave’s lap. Whether because their friend’s large cock stretched her or because the discussion of her husband fueled the flames, Devon couldn’t be sure.

  “Damn, Mike wasn’t exaggerating. You’re so fucking tight.” Joe huffed as he metered his invasion. “You’d better go slow when you get to Dave. Maybe save him for another day.”

  Devon knew she wouldn’t. After bonding with Joe and Mike, she couldn’t leave the other man out in the cold.

  Conversations flared, interspersed with moans, sighs and the slick slaps of good sex. The other women exchanged connections with their temporary partners the same as she had with Joe. They had so many of these compatible features—intertwined lives, hopes, interests and fantasies—that each combination resulted in something new and wonderful. Her heart glowed with serenity. She’d never felt as safe as she did surrounded by her eight best friends.

  She looked up to see James kneeling above Kate, who pampered him with what looked like one hell of a hummer. He played with his nipples and muttered encouragement while he stared at Neil. Their mate had climbed Kate’s body and pressed inside. Devon’s pussy clenched when the guys exchanged a sultry kiss, connecting all three of them in a lusty triangle.

  Kayla cried out, drawing Devon’s stare. The landscape was like a licentious feast, every course holding another delicious treat for her to devour. Mike held Kay’s jaw at the perfect angle to grant himself access to her mouth. He kissed her hard and a little rough as he slid his other hand between her legs to play with her clit. She responded by opening herself to him, raising her leg to allow him to lunge deeper, faster, between her thighs.

  Joe smacked Devon’s ass and increased his pace. “Dirty girl. You like spying on them, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” She squealed when he repeated the spank on the other side. The tingles left by his palm enhanced her arousal, making it effervesce like champagne.

  “Keep watching.” He stayed true to James’s promise, gliding in her from root to tip, careful not to hurt her yet refusing to skimp on his thrusts. “I can feel your pussy fluttering around me. Getting stronger now. Especially when I rub my cock here.”

  He repeated the motion until they both were gasping for air.

  Morgan shouted, “I’m going to come.”

  Joe froze for a second.

  “Yeah, look.” Devon figured he’d earned a little teasing of his own. “See how wild she is for your friend? Her hair looks gorgeous waving down her back while she rides him.”

  Joe landed another smack on her ass. And that was all it took.

  Devon heard the escalating cries of the other women even as she surrendered to her climax. She stared into James’s eyes as another man showered her with bliss. Except it didn’t feel like that. Not really. Joe was part of the crew, same as Neil and James. An extension of her lovers, he treated her as his own.

  Before she’d quite wrung all the possible rapture from his cock, Joe withdrew. “Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t stay or I’d lose it. And somehow I don’t think that’s the plan.”

  She hadn’t recovered enough to argue. Instead, when he traced her lips with his index finger, she sucked on the tip like a baby with a pacifier. The pulls of her mouth matched the aftershocks wringing her pussy. Before she could cool down, Mike took the reins.

  “Trade women,” he ordered.

  Joe kissed her cheek, then smiled. “See you later.”

  Before she could figure out where she was supposed to be, Mike snatched her around the waist and yanked her to him. Lying on her side, she observed Kate slumped in Dave’s lap. He changed his condom discretely while she recovered from the wreckage Devon knew James and Neil were capable of inflicting on a woman’s reserve.

  Morgan squealed when Neil got cozy between her legs and started the process of reawakening her arousal. As if they’d hit rewind, the guys seduced their new partners in the same manner they had the first. Devon could relate when Kayla yelped at the first tap of Joe’s cock on her clit.

  Unlike the day on the job site, Mike slid into her with relative ease. “Ah, that’s better. I guess I should have had Joe work you open for me last time too.”

  Devon was used to being fucked twice in a row. There were plenty of nights both James and Neil took a turn or two or three, one of them recovering while the other continued to raise her higher and higher. She concentrated on the spark of pleasure in her core and allowed Mike to fan it back to life. Apparently the other women had similar experience.

  Before long, a chorus of fuck yeah and harder and right there accompanied their moans. This round went faster, as the women had been primed by their previous lovers. They took pity on the men, who each managed to cling to their control long enough to grant his partner release.

  Devon still floated when Mike called, “One more time. We can do it. Hurry.”

  Dave came to claim her. He flopped into the loveseat, draping her over him. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable, Dev. Let me keep you close. That’ll be enough. Rub your clit on my cock and I bet we’ll both come in no time. Hell, I’ll be lucky to last through a minute of outercourse at this point.”

  “I didn’t know you were into frottage.” She sighed at the mental movies that thought inspired, adding the demand to her birthday wish list. A fetish for another time.

  The gentle giant held her as though she were made of spun glass. That wouldn’t do at all.

  “Stop talking, Dave.” She put her hand over his mouth. He always rambled when nerves plagued him, which happened more often than she would have guessed in the early days of their friendship. Kayla calmed him with her easy acceptance, massage skills and naturist philosophy. It was a good match. No, a perfect one.

  Somehow, Devon realized lately that of all the men, she could boss Dave around a bit. Not that she would manipulate him, or take advantage, but sometimes, it helped break him out of a mental rut. He bit his bottom lip and scrunched his eyes closed. His cock throbbed against her belly. She had no doubt he’d let guilt and fear keep him from the ultimate relief he so desperately needed if she didn’t interject.

  “Put your hands on the arms of the chair.” She had never used such a stern tone before. With this man, in this time and place, it felt right. So she did it again. “Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

  “Dev?” He did as she asked despite the questions in his eyes.

  “The biggest tamed by the smallest.” Joe chuckled as he filled Kate. “Never thought I’d see the day. Son of a bitch, that’s sexy.”

  “And so are you.” Kate smiled up at Joe. They had such an easy friendship. Both of them people people. Both nurturers by nature. They loved to see their family happy and fed off the positive karma in the room. “I can’t wait to hear you erupting inside me. I bet you flood that condom.”

  “Fuck.” Neil skipped laving Kayla’s engorged pussy and went straight to riding her. “I owe you a raincheck, hon. I can’t wait.”

  “It’s been too long since the last time we did this.” She wrapped her legs around him, welcoming him inside.

  “Won’t make that mistake again.” He tipped her face toward James’s cock. Ruddy and painfully erect, it jutted into the air. “Now show James how much you missed him.”

  Kayla fulfilled his wish by entwining he
r fingers with James’s. The two of them shared a bond so emotional it was almost spiritual. Devon had never seen two people be able to sit in comfortable silence as long as these two, whether it was on the deck, watching the lake or while listening to the rowdy crew at a dinner party.

  “Same goes, Kay.” James squeezed her hand. “But I’m dying here. Please?”

  She opened her mouth and welcomed him inside before he’d finished asking.

  Devon had to hurry or she wouldn’t have time to recover and come with the others. It would hurt at least a little. She didn’t mind. Rising onto her knees, she grabbed hold of Dave’s cock and positioned it so she could slide onto the extra-thick shaft.

  Fortunately, her two previous orgasms had generated a ton of lube.

  Still he lodged in her, barely an inch deep.

  “Dev, don’t.” Dave started to shift.

  “Did I tell you to move?” She arrowed a disapproving frown in his direction.

  “Sorry, sorry.” His cock twitched between her stretched pussy lips. “And quit doing that if you want to have any hope at all of me finishing this race.”

  “Oh no, you’re not allowed to surrender until I tell you.” She had no idea this side of her even existed. But with him, it did. And now that she’d found it, she decided she liked it.

  He nodded once.

  “That’s brilliant.” Mike’s awed murmur reached her ears as she hitched her hips to lift up a bit. Once she’d slicked Dave’s shaft, she sank down, letting inertia force her onto him farther. It burned. She wouldn’t deny that. But she kind of liked it.

  Devon braced her hands behind her on Dave’s knees. She whimpered, then granted him permission to touch her. “Rub my clit.”

  He did, in such a perfect pattern she feared she’d come too soon.

  “Not so fast.”

  He slowed instantly.

  The rush of exhilaration his obedience brought helped her to work him deeper.

  “You’ve almost got him, babe.” Neil called reassurance as he rocked into Kayla. “Kay loves seeing it too. She’s smothering my cock. Damn. So amazing. Both of you.”

  Their support gave her the strength to continue.

  “I’m not going to break.” She smiled into Dave’s uncertain eyes. “Hold me. Kiss me.”

  He did. His broad hands covered most of her back as he tugged her to him. The more severe angle allowed her weight to press her the rest of the way onto his cock. White, searing pleasure mixed with pain flashed before her.

  When it could easily have stolen her buzz, he neutralized the intensity with the cool, refreshing gentleness of his lips. Next to James, he was easily the best kisser of the crew. He made love to her mouth. Reverent and patient, he morphed her discomfort into ecstasy.

  Once united, they hardly had to move to incite a riot of sensation in each other.

  Dave went up for air.

  She used the tiny separation to pat his chest. “Such a good boy.”

  “Not if you keep talking.” His head dropped back against the cushion of the loveseat. “I’ll break your don’t-shoot edict pretty fucking fast.”

  If the desperate shouts behind her were any indication, Devon figured the whole crew rowed in the same boat.

  “Oh, really?” She tapped his cheek with her open palm. “Maybe you want me to punish you next time around.”

  “Serious, Dev.” The cords in his neck stood out and the corner of his eye twitched. “On the edge.”

  And suddenly so was she. He filled her beyond belief yet handed over every ounce of authority without flinching. No one deferred to her that easily. Youthful and tiny, she was too easy to dismiss. Maybe that was what she loved about Dave. He’d never done that to her. His size probably made him all too aware of how much people assumed based on appearance.

  How many people had expected him to be bold and in control simply because he was huge? She’d give him this if she could.

  “I’ll tie you up and ask Joe to teach me how to spank you properly.” She bit his lip.

  “No, no, no.” He might have denied it, but his cock bulged. It said, yes, yes, yes.

  “You’re going to break. Do it.” She set him free. “Come inside me. There’s no room left. You’re going to make us sloppy. Flood me. Force it out around us so it soaks your balls.”

  Devon had no idea where the stream of graphic portends came from. Dave seemed to appreciate it, though. He roared. His eyes flew open wider and his head snapped up. Across the room, Kayla screamed. James and Neil too. The cycle of shared desire paid forward to her as Dave capitulated.

  He fucked upward with short jabs as he overflowed her pussy with gushes of semen. His hands locked on to her shoulders, pulling her tight. The juncture of their bodies ensured her clit strummed across his hard muscles.

  An orgasm of epic proportions threatened to rip her apart.

  Through the typhoon of emotion and sensation, she heard Mike, Morgan, Kate and Joe join them in release. Together they celebrated their bonds. To each other—their spouses, their friends and their lovers.

  When Devon floated back to Earth, a long time later, she realized they’d ended up on the rug in front of the fire. Their heads all together, they lay in a circle with their bodies pointed out like the spokes on a wheel or maybe the rays of a glorious star.

  James held her and Neil held him. Behind her guys was another couple and another and another. Or maybe that last one was in front of her. They snuggled in an infinite loop.

  Someone whispered, “I love you.”

  They all echoed the sentiment.

  Chapter Seven

  The twenty-seventh of January came pretty damn quick. Dave hadn’t looked forward to his birthday this much since he’d turned seven. That year, his father had promised him a red Schwinn if he was good—also known as staying quiet and fetching more beers whenever the jerk’s current drink came close to empty. He always figured he must not have made the grade. Either that or the old man had been too hammered to remember his bribe by the time Dave’s birthday rolled around.

  But today had the potential to make up for all of that disappointment and then some.

  The crew had shared his favorite dinner, then put candles on one of Morgan’s sinful creations and even sang him a horribly off-key rendition of the birthday song. Still, he drummed his fingers on the table, barely containing his anticipation.

  “I think somebody better suck this guy off before he explodes,” Mike joked when he caught the raging hard-on pointing straight up on Dave’s belly beneath the bar. “So what’s it going to be, Davey-boy? An eight-person BJ?”

  Since they’d held the party at his and Kay’s house, everyone was already naked. Saved time too. He liked being efficient.

  “What if I don’t want to be the centerpiece?” He scrubbed his cheeks, unable to believe something so ridiculous would pop out of his mouth.

  “Then I’d say there’s a hospital twenty minutes down the mountain. We should take you to the emergency room and find out what’s wrong.” Joe’s raised eyebrows would be comical if so much didn’t ride on the line.

  “It’s my birthday. I think I should decide what I want my present to be.” Dave tapped one finger on his cheek.

  “Uh, you’re turning down a chance to be ravaged like a dirty piñata at this soirée?” Neil looked at him like he’d gone crazy. “We’re talking about four gorgeous, horny women and guys willing to suck, fuck or bend over for your beast of a cock.”

  Dave thunked his forehead onto his curled fist. “You’re not helping.”

  “What do you want?” Mike stared at Dave, then smirked. “I can only think of one thing better than being the centerpiece.”

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “That.”

  Crewmates exchanged glances. Devon still didn’t understand their silent communication. “Okay, stop with that spidey-sense shit. What’s going on here?”

  “I’d rather give my present to Kay.” Dave slipped from the barstool to crouch next to Devon’s chair. “I
’d love to watch you and her together.”

  Caught off guard, Devon sputtered. Neil and James flanked her in an instant. Their erections seemed to second Dave’s proposal.

  “Are you positive?” Kayla tugged Dave to face her. “You’ve never seen me with another woman.”

  “Exactly. I’d sure as hell like to remedy that.”

  “No, seriously.” Kay wouldn’t let him misdirect her concern.

  “I know what it’s like when I need one of the guys. It’s a fire that starts low and dim but builds until it’s raging out of control. As much as I love you and want you with a ferocity that will never die, you can’t give me that. Do you know what it’s like to know there’s something you need that I can’t give you? Something you’re not getting at all? It’s been growing stronger lately. You wake me when you dream about it. You cry out in your sleep. I could tell how bad you wanted it the day we swapped partners. I’ll help you however I can. You don’t have to hide your needs from me.”

  Kayla didn’t deny his claims.

  He returned his focus to Devon, clasping her tiny hand between his. “You can do this for her. For both of you. I see it in your eyes when you’re near her. You wonder…like I used to before I met Mike. Please. That’s all I want for my birthday. Make my wife happy. Yourself too. Please.”

  “Dave…” Kayla might have said more if tears hadn’t sheened her eyes and clogged her throat.

  “It’s okay, baby.” He tugged her into his lap and nuzzled her neck. “I understand. Totally. I do. Let me give you this. And if Devon can’t, we’ll find someone else.”

  “I love you.” Kayla smothered him with kisses.

  Devon wondered if the couple would forget about the rest of the crew, who admired their friends and shared in the harmony they generated. She stamped out the wave of jealousy that Dave’s promise to Kay had instilled. She didn’t care to think of someone outside their circle with her friend. Silly, yet true.