by Rylon, Jayne
“I love you too.” Dave finally broke their make out session, his forehead resting on Kay’s as they both attempted to catch their breath. “Now get over there and seduce that girl before she balks again. You’re so sexy you’ll have her tripping over her own tongue if you quit holding back. I should know.”
Kayla grinned. She hugged Dave tight, then climbed off his lap.
Air whooshed from Devon’s lungs when the alluring naturist focused her attention on Dev like a laser beam.
“Holy shit,” Mike cursed under his breath as Kay stalked closer. From the corner of her eye, Devon saw Kate and Morgan shove their men to the couch and kneel between their knees. If they were going to put on a show, she’d better make it good.
“Will you go easy on me because I’m a virgin?” Devon did her best imitation of a simper.
“Not likely.” Kayla’s feral grin shot adrenaline straight into Devon’s heart. It beat a crazy tattoo against her ribs. “It’s been too long.”
Devon nodded. “I should have approached you after Kate’s wedding, but we were tipsy and I didn’t want it to go down like that. With readymade excuses, I mean. And then I got scared. I couldn’t stand the idea of ruining our friendship. The more time that passed, the weirder it seemed to bring it up.”
“You think too much.” Kayla closed the last of the space between them. She wrapped Devon in a tender hug. Softness to softness. That alone rocked her world, so different than the firm men who’d come up behind her.
Trapped between the heat and hardness of her men and the gentle warmth Kayla generated, Devon had no chance at escape, not that she wished for one. Dave couldn’t resist approaching for a close-up view of the action. He cuddled up to his wife’s back, supporting her as she embarked on a new adventure. The three men slung their arms over each other’s shoulders, forming a larger ring around the two women who embraced at their center.
Utterly protected, Devon felt free to explore.
“Kiss me,” Kayla whispered. “So I know you need this too. It’s not my desire coloring the situation, is it?”
“You’ve worried you’re imagining the chemistry between us?” Devon cursed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I put you through that kind of doubt. It’s not one-sided, Kay. I’ve thought about doing this for a long time.”
Devon stood on her tiptoes. She looped her hands around Kayla’s neck and tugged until the statuesque woman bent. Their mouths lingered a hairsbreadth apart for the span of several heartbeats. Dev could smell Kay’s signature organic cherry lip balm from this close. She reached out her tongue and stole a tiny taste.
Kayla’s lips parted on a sigh.
That sweet, simple sound of relief was all it took to motivate Devon. She rocked forward, sealing her mouth over Kay’s. The other woman responded immediately. Not with the vicious insistence of one of the crewmen when they were taunted beyond their control. Rather with an aching tenderness that inflamed Devon all the more for its affectionate restraint.
Kayla nestled their lips together with gentle caresses that had goose bumps dotting Devon’s skin and raising the blond hairs on her arms. Kissing a woman was nothing like kissing a guy. She couldn’t tell if it was Neil, Dave, James or some combination of all three that chaffed her with consistent brushes of their hands that only revved her higher.
Pleasure suffused her being as she sank deeper into the fine, delicate kiss. It reminded her of the first time she’d framed a house and knew she’d become hopelessly addicted to the experience. Awe ran rampant through her system.
Kayla flirted with Devon’s mouth, employing tiny licks and nips. When she sucked lightly on Devon’s lower lip, she thought she might orgasm from kissing alone. So much attention was paid to each glance of tongue and teeth, the simple exchange mutated into a complex symphony of passion.
“Damn.” The reverent curse sounded like it came from Joe. Devon peeked in his direction long enough to discern the slow bobbing of Morgan’s head in his lap. Beside him, Mike enjoyed similar treatment as they watched the show. “That’s so fucking sweet.”
Devon agreed one-hundred percent. She found herself needing more. When she writhed against Kayla’s lush frame, her friend grinned where their mouths were still joined.
“You’re easy, Dev,” she whispered. “I figured it’d take me at least five or ten minutes to have you begging.”
“Bitch.” Devon tweaked the nipple ring gracing her friend’s breast. She’d often admired the jewelry, and wondered if it enhanced her pleasure as much as it seemed to when her husband flicked his tongue around the fittings and tugged them gently with his teeth.
If Kay’s sharp inhalation was any indication, the answer was a resounding yes. She’d have to remember to ask Kay later who’d done them for her and if she’d accompany Devon for an appointment. She’d grown so much over the past year since she’d met the crew she could hardly believe how much of herself she’d hidden away. For the first time, she felt like she had come into her own.
The real Devon.
The complete woman was here to stay.
“Hey.” Kayla stroked her cheek with the bent knuckle of her index finger. She separated their mouths long enough to ask, “Still with me? Too much?”
“No.” Devon hated the tear that spilled over her friend’s hand. “Perfect. Exactly right. I can’t believe I wasted so much time.”
“Maybe you weren’t ready.” James petted her back. “When you came to us, we pushed you hard. Fast. It was a lot to adjust to and you did great. You’re sure now. Totally confident and so damn flawless I can’t begin to deserve you. There’s nothing to get in the way or trip you up. I’m so proud of you, Devon.”
“We love you,” Neil murmured in her other ear. “We’re here for you. We have forever. No worries. Just enjoy the moment. No one could understand this better than James and me. It’s not always easy to take what you need.”
“What they said, runt.” Dave propped his chin on Kayla’s shoulder. “Everything we’ve shared has led to this moment. Go ahead. Claim your reward.”
Devon smiled through her tears. Bundles of nerves unknotted in her gut. She savored Neil and James kissing her neck and the reassurance in Dave’s gaze as he presented his wife for their shared pleasure.
This time when their lips collided, it was with greater urgency. The soft, sweet swipes still rocked her world, different completely from the fierce claim one of the men would make on her mouth. Devon shivered when Kayla advanced, pressing their torsos more tightly together. The mounds of her friend’s breasts landed above hers.
Dev lowered her hands to Kayla’s waist, her fingers grasping at Kay’s tight ass, begging for what she wasn’t sure.
Mike groaned from behind them. “Give me a minute, Kate, or I’m going to lose it. Let me grab the feather bed from the closet for them. If I can still walk with this monster hard-on.”
Musical laughter accompanied the foreman’s grumbling. Kate always told them how much she loved to torment her husband. Driving him wild was one of the highlights of her life.
Kayla reclaimed Devon’s focus when the other woman planted her palms on Devon’s ass. Dev slung one thigh as high on Kay’s hip as she could, then hopped. The guys supported her as she clung to Kayla like a baby koala. Both of them moaned when their torsos aligned better.
“Shorty.” Kay nipped her chin, then licked a trail down Devon’s neck.
She might have been embarrassed about the slickness she painted across Kayla’s belly if the other woman hadn’t encouraged her to continue her gyrations with that unflinching grip on Devon’s rear.
A cool breeze wafted over them, followed by a dull thump that could only come from a thick feather mattress. She’d know that sound anywhere since they’d each agreed to purchase one for their living rooms after their partner-swapping session. They’d had enough of bruised knees and rug burns in critical areas when an innocent movie night turned into one of their smoking group sessions.
The pad bounced a little, knoc
king into James’s and Neil’s ankles. The guys tumbled backward onto the puffy surface with matching grunts. Lacking their support, Kayla tipped forward. They landed in a tangle of limbs. Dave piled on for fun, squishing Neil. He also rubbed his rock hard cock against his friend in the process, if their sighs and lusty oaths were any indication.
Kayla and Devon giggled at their antics. They laughed together even as they writhed, their bodies connected from toes to fingertips. Devon spread her legs wider, welcoming Kayla into the cradle of her thighs. The pressure of Kay’s pubic bone riding her mound surprised a whimper from her.
“Have you ever wondered about tribbing, Dev?” Kayla whispered in her ear.
“What?” She blushed. “I don’t know what that is.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.” Kayla rocked against her again. “It’s my favorite. Like this. Or scissoring.”
Devon didn’t care what she called it as long as Kay continued to inject pure pleasure into her veins. They reveled in their clinch, using every part of their bodies to communicate their longing.
“She feels great, doesn’t she?” James brushed stray hair from Devon’s forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “I love it when your eyes turn dark like this.”
“So amazing.” She gasped, and dragged her nails from Kay’s ass to her shoulders, begging her silently to move.
“More of that later,” Kayla promised with another kiss. Each of her touches showcased an economy of motion that concentrated passion to its purest extract. “First, I want to taste you. All of you.”
Devon’s pussy quivered at the idea. If Kayla ate her out half as well as she kissed, Dev might die of ecstasy overload before the afternoon was over. Because she admitted James had been knocked from that coveted best kisser spot by Kay.
Would she expect Devon to return the favor?
She wasn’t sure she was ready to be the aggressor yet. She had no skills. What if Kay had waited forever and Devon couldn’t deliver a satisfying experience?
“No pressure, Dev.” Kayla petted her belly. “It’s your first time. Let me make it good for you. Believe me, I’ll enjoy this as much as you.”
Kay didn’t hesitate. She licked a trail down Devon’s neck, torturing her with the measured glide of her lips across Dev’s collarbone. As though she had a map of all the most sensitive spots along her route, she detoured to every single one. One of the benefits to being with another woman, Devon supposed.
She recalled watching James suck Mike or how Joe could make Neil come in record time by jerking him off while riding him hard. It was clear the men fed off each other but also that they had a better understanding of how to push each other’s buttons.
Kayla had the same intrinsic knowledge of Devon’s anatomy. She put it to good use. Her fingertips fluttered over the peaks of Dev’s breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened pebbles without pinching them too tight.
Kay’s ideal manipulation had Devon’s chest swollen and aching for more contact. She bucked her hips against Kayla’s softly rounded tummy, moaning when her clit slid across the damp skin there.
“In good time, Dev.” Kayla continued her unhurried assault. “There’s no rush. Though, if you want to come, go ahead. We’ll feed off each other’s orgasms. It’s not like being with a man. Climaxing isn’t the end. It’s just a peak on the journey to the summit. I bet I could give you a dozen. And the same for you to me.”
“Jesus.” Neil groaned from where he lounged above Devon’s head on the mattress. James angled his face until he could suck their mate a few times from root to tip.
“They’re so careful. Slower than molasses,” Joe muttered to himself from the couch. He massaged Morgan’s head, which lay in his lap as she observed her friends. None of the men would last if they kept up the stimulation. Somehow they all seemed to abstain by some collective order, wanting to share the women’s ecstasy. “I would die if I had to hold myself to that pace.”
“Nothing like savoring the moment,” Kayla mumbled against Devon’s breast. She spiraled kisses from the outside curve, growing ever closer to the center. All the while, they swayed against each other, brushing their clits across matching feminine softness.
“She’s great. Placid. Precise.” Devon forced herself to breathe through another wave of pleasure. They rolled over her rhythmically, each one more forceful than the last.
“Thank you.” Kayla paused, lifting her head to make out with Devon again. Their tongues swirled around each other. Devon drew Kayla inside her mouth, twirling the tongue piercing she’d often admired. Kay shuddered.
Devon wrapped her arms around her friend, enfolding her in the steam they generated together. All the while blood rushed to her pussy, which only enhanced the periodic contact she made with Kayla’s torso.
“More.” She pressed on Kay’s shoulders, desperate for relief.
“In time.” The other woman smiled as she resumed her ministrations on Devon’s other breast. While she dallied, her fingers walked down the flat expanse of Devon’s belly. Need had her abdomen clenched tight. “Relax, Dev.”
She tried. Nothing she did worked. Her appetite had grown too long. “Can’t. Hurts. Help me.”
“I will.” Kayla drew figure eights over her stomach with the same unbreakable patience. The gesture soothed even as it inflamed. “You never have to lock this away again, Dev. You should have approached me. I would have given you what you needed.”
Somehow Kay knew. Though she generally wallowed in the wild treatment of the crew, it would have shattered her today. Today, she needed calmness. Supple hands kneaded her knotted muscles. Kayla drew on her massage experience to blow Devon away.
When she added her lips to the steady manipulation of her magic fingers, Dev cried out. She arched, thrusting her hips at Kayla. Thankfully her friend didn’t tease. She laid her mouth beside Devon’s dripping flesh and blew a stream of cool, refreshing air over the puffy tissue.
If Kay had latched on to her steaming pussy directly, Devon would probably have rocketed through the roof. Kayla understood. She took care of Devon. The lush fall of her midnight hair brushed softness across Dev’s leg.
Open-mouthed kisses started on the tops of her thighs and circled closer to the entrance of her pussy. When Kayla lipped her mound, Devon’s spine flexed, offering herself for whatever her friend chose to do to her.
In the background, a world away, Dave uttered a steady stream of encouragement to his wife. When Devon could tune in for more than the general buzz, she caught things like “yeah, you’re driving her crazy” or “she’s soaked, must taste delicious”.
She hadn’t realized she’d flung her hands out until Neil and James each claimed one. They twined their fingers with hers, lending her strength and enhancing her pleasure. With painstaking delicacy, Kayla extended her tongue toward Devon’s pussy.
Everyone in the room held their breath.
Devon flexed her hips even as Kay descended. The moment they touched, both of them moaned. Kayla insinuated her wriggling muscle between Devon’s saturated folds. She rimmed the opening of her pussy before lapping at the juices spilling freely from her core. Her nose nudged Devon’s clit as she buried her face and ate as though she were seated at a five-star restaurant.
“Damn,” Neil rasped. “She looks pretty fucking good at that.”
“Agh!” Devon knew they’d interpret her unintelligible shout correctly.
“I want to learn how to do that flicky thing.” Joe grunted from the couch. Devon looked up in time to see Morgan smack his hand when he reached for his own cock. She tormented him with a few more deep strokes on his erection before pulling off to observe.
“Can you see, Dev?” Neil released her hand to slide closer, propping her head on his ribs. “Watch how she makes each pass a work of art. She’s relishing your taste. Her lips are so shiny. I bet she’d taste so good if you kissed her again.”
The thought alone was enough to cause shockwaves to radiate from Devon’s overripe clit. She clawed th
e feather bed, trying to hold on. It was no use.
“It’s okay. Plenty more, remember?” Kayla’s permission vibrated through Devon’s pussy, ensuring her surrender. She came harder than she expected. Wetness gushed from her channel, released by the dam breaking inside her. Though her men had treated her to unlimited delights, something about having this woman provide her satisfaction dialed the intensity up.
Kayla hummed as she drank every drop of the lust and satisfaction she’d inspired. She shifted, while Devon still shuddered and quaked. Not to abandon Dev at the height of her pleasure, but to raise her higher instead. The taller woman used her long limbs to spread Devon’s knees as far as possible. Dave held one while James accepted the other. The men kept her spread while Kayla latched on to her pussy once more.
Devon expected overstimulation to hurt, stealing some of her glow. It didn’t. Kayla sucked softly, easing Dev back to their joining. She fanned the passion before it had a chance to dim very much.
“Neil, do the honors here, would you?” Dave jerked his chin toward Devon’s knee. Her partner shuffled until he rested by her side. James and Neil held her while Dave crawled somewhere behind Kay, out of Devon’s range of vision.
The glassy-smooth motion of Kayla’s licking stuttered. She groaned against Devon’s pussy.
“Dave is playing with her,” James informed Devon with a strained whisper. “He’s dipping his fingers in her pussy and sucking on her clit. I’ve never seen her so eager before.”
Devon couldn’t believe it when another orgasm rushed her system. From nowhere, the intense relief sideswiped her, leaving her completely defenseless. She’d fantasized about this for so long that being here, with the woman and men they loved, was enough to set her over the edge again and again.
This time Kay joined her, if the broken cries bouncing off her tender flesh were any indication. True to her word, Kay didn’t fall to the mattress, replete. If anything, the flood of passion encouraged her to amplify their rapture. She crawled up Devon’s body like a lioness on the prowl. Her tattoos danced and rippled with the sinuous flexing of her body.