by Jayne Rylon
The lap of Dave’s tongue on her engorged clit sent her flying.
Morgan’s scream of fulfillment cut short when Joe covered her parted lips, showing her with his wild kiss how much she’d affected him. She reached her hands out to either side, seeking blindly in her rapture, and latched onto the bulge in his pants. He thrust hard against her palm then stiffened.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Coming.”
Dave didn’t speak but his short series of grunts made it clear he’d achieved his own satisfaction. Every carnal sound sent another wave of pleasure zooming through her body until she would have begged for mercy or swore her heart would explode in the next second.
After what could have been seconds or minutes, she began to return to reality.
“Get your mouth on me. Quick.” Neil’s command cut through her desire. She watched as he buried his fingers in James’s sandy hair and tugged his boyfriend’s mouth over the cock jutting from the open fly of his jeans.
Morgan hadn’t realized they had parked at the foot of the wooden stairs leading up to the apartment above her bakery. How long had they been outside?
James’s lips stretched to accommodate the proud length of his lover’s cock. Thinner than Joe’s hard-on, it had him in length by an inch or so. Impressive—and so fucking hot—James could take the whole thing down his throat. The instant his lips ringed the base of Neil’s shaft, Neil fisted his hands at his side and groaned.
Morgan watched his balls tighten beneath his lover’s chin. James’s throat worked to swallow all of Neil’s come but an opaque bead escaped the corner of his mouth and trickled onto the other man’s trimmed pubic hair.
An echo of her orgasm contracted her pussy in an aftershock that squeezed more arousal from her slit. Dave responded by licking it from her in a never-ending spiral of lust and fulfillment. Part of something so intimate—by sharing that kind of elemental energy with these men—she felt larger than one person, more than one super-lucky woman who’d stumbled into a sexual exchange of colossal proportions.
Morgan felt connected.
She felt grounded.
Happy, for the first time in a long time.
“Better?” Joe caressed her face as he peered into her eyes in the wake of the destruction of all her preconceived truths.
“Phenomenal.” She closed her eyes, completely exhausted, thoroughly relaxed, and remembered nothing until the next morning.
Morgan blinked, afraid of what she’d find when she opened her eyes.
She shouldn’t have worried.
Joe lay on his side. He propped his head on one hand as he studied her with a grin, which bordered on silly, stretched across his handsome face. “Good morning, cupcake.”
“Mmm…morning.” She debated saying more, but didn’t know where to start. He beat her to it.
“Morgan, I want you to know I didn’t mean for the guys to come for us last night. I lost track of time. I didn’t plan for any of that to happen in the truck. Not so soon, with things so new between us.” His forehead dropped to hers until the bare honesty in his eyes consumed her field of vision. “But goddamn I loved every second of it. The way the crew looked at you, the sounds you made when Dave touched you, how fast you came on his hand and tongue, how much pleasure we gave you together. How much you returned. All of it.”
“Oh God, me too.” Slick juices wet her thighs at the memory. And they’d barely scratched the surface of the possibilities. “Joe?”
“Yeah, cupcake.” He rose above her, the thick length of his shaft dropping onto her belly with a thud.
“It’s my birthday.” She gave him a slow, devious smile then shifted until her pussy kissed the head of his cock.
“And I think I have the perfect gift.” His tongue dueled with hers as he plunged into her steaming core and drove all thoughts of anything more than this bond, this ecstasy, from her mind.
Chapter Seven
Morgan stepped from the shower into Joe’s arms. He toweled her dry, paying special attention to her pussy and breasts until she laughed, grabbing the terry cloth from his rough hands. It still amazed her that he could touch her so gently with them.
He ducked into her closet while she wrapped her hair to dry. Alone with her reflection, she studied the various love bites he’d left last night and the more vivid ones from his ardent necking earlier this morning.
They’d spent the day together, exchanging stories about their past, things they hadn’t discussed in the last several months—the things that had shaped them into the people they were today. People who seemed dangerously close to falling into something deeper than lust with each other. The more she learned, the more she cared and it seemed to work the same for him.
At least she hoped it did.
Joe broke her reverie when he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. His arm wrapped around her middle from behind. The band of dark, strong sinew against her pale belly in the mirror thrilled her. “You’re so gorgeous like this. It’s a crime to cover you up.”
“I could say the same for you.” She turned in his hold. “You have the most extraordinary body I’ve ever seen outside a movie. But you’ll never be able to hide how attractive you are to me. Even with a parka and snow pants I’d still be able to see the man beneath. The man who turns me on with one look. The man I can talk to for hours…”
Could he actually blush?
Morgan could have sworn he planned to kiss her, maybe molest her on the bathroom floor, considering the careful distance they’d kept all afternoon. The brief abstinence had her strung tight, nearing her limit. Soon she would beg him to fuck her again.
She moaned then pressed closer.
Joe smacked her ass hard enough to sting before stepping back. He held up a simple yet sexy black dress she’d bought but never worn because it seemed so much more revealing in her apartment than it had in the store. “Put this on then meet me in the living room.”
“Are we going somewhere?” She tried to hide her disappointment.
“It’s a surprise. Get dressed, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” Morgan chuckled when his pupils dilated.
“We’ll have more time for those games later, cupcake. Then we’ll see if you’re still laughing…or begging for mercy.”
She shivered then did as he requested, taking five minutes to blow dry her hair and apply a hint of makeup. The front door closed kind of hard, making more noise than usual since they’d left one of the windows open this afternoon.
With Joe nearby the autumn afternoon had seemed downright steamy.
Had he left?
“Joe?” Morgan traipsed into the kitchen, barefoot, to investigate.
Joe, Dave, Neil and James circled the countertop while Joe flicked a lighter, finally getting it to catch. She must have made a small sound when she realized they were putting candles on a birthday cake.
“Oops, I think our secret is out.” James noticed her first.
“Surprise!” The guys pitched into an off-key rendition of the birthday song while Joe finished igniting the colorful wax sticks. Dave held out his hand as Joe tipped the cake toward her.
“Make a wish.”
“I did, remember?” She grinned at the four men huddled around her. Neil rested his arm on her waist and Dave teased the locks of hair at her nape but she stared straight into the emerald depths of Joe’s eyes. “And it already came true.”
Morgan smiled at each of them as her gaze roamed among the four hot friends before she bent to extinguish the flames. “This cake looks familiar.”
“I snagged it from the case downstairs.” Joe looked sheepish for a minute. “Only the best for my girl.”
Her heart stuttered and the other guys receded from her awareness for a moment. “Am I?”
“The best? Absolutely. My girl?” Joe grinned when she nodded. “God, I hope so.”
Without thinking, she launched toward him, crashing into his side and knocking the cake off balance in his hand. Dave tried to avert disaster but the tri
ple-layer, chocolate cake—complete with strawberry filling that would be a bitch to get up without staining the tiles—skid sideways on the doily-covered cardboard round. It smooshed into the palm he’d thrust in the path of doomed dessert.
The motion kept it from crashing to the floor but it tore into pieces, glued together loosely with globs of icing. Jellied fruit oozed up from the center as though the cake were bleeding to death. “Oh crap, sorry!”
The guys only laughed.
“You baked the thing, you’re entitled to ruin it,” James supplied.
“Plus, who cares what it looks like. It’ll still taste fucking great.” Dave’s gaze heated. “Just like everything else you make.”
He shuffled toward the sink to rinse his hand but Joe stopped his friend with a light touch on the other man’s elbow. “Wait, I have a better idea.”
The wicked glint in his eyes had her taking a couple giant steps backward. “Oh, no. No. Joe! This is a brand new dress.”
“Then let’s take it off so it doesn’t get ruined. Cause, I promise, we’re about to take the term feeding frenzy to a whole new level.”
“I like the way you think.” James sidled up behind her, trapping her between their work-hardened bodies. “Let me help.”
When she pivoted her head to stare at him with bug eyes, he nodded reassurance then kissed her cheek. His fingertips teased the skin of her thighs at hem of her dress. He whispered, “I can stop if you’re not ready.”
Morgan didn’t move.
She kept her stare locked on Joe while James stripped her slowly, revealing her by tiny degrees to his partners.
“Son of a bitch. I’m hungry.” Neil shot his lover a dirty look. “Hurry, you tease.”
James laughed but continued at his painfully slow pace. Joe still held the remnants of the cake, and Dave’s hands were slathered in icing. Neil couldn’t resist. He sank to his knees at her feet, running his palms up her calves, then her thighs.
“I wanted to touch you so bad last night.” He nuzzled her mound when James revealed the lilac lace creating a flimsy barrier between them. “You’re smoking hot.”
It felt both odd and amazing to have someone other than Joe making contact with her skin. Another man’s breath on her pussy. But the intensity of Joe’s stare made it clear he enjoyed every moment, almost as much as she did. Knowing he watched heightened the arousal beginning to fire her blood. These four guys turned her on in ten seconds flat.
“I can smell how much you want us.”
Morgan yelped when Neil licked the wet spot growing on her panties. “Screw the cake, I want to eat you.”
“Soon,” Joe interjected. “Finish getting her naked, then come help us. My zipper is about to leave permanent marks on my cock.”
“You heard your guy.” James nudged her arms until she raised them above her head. “Enough teasing.”
He stripped her dress off then flicked open her bra with one smooth movement. Neil groaned, his lips drifting to her flat abdomen, his hands cupping her ass. When James revealed her breasts to his lover, Neil latched on to one of the mounds. His moan sent vibrations through the hardening nipple straight to her pussy.
“Nice,” Dave moaned.
“Get rid of those panties,” Joe barked at James.
James dropped to his knees beside Neil, who supported her with his big hands, which spanned her waist. James took the tip of her other breast into his mouth as he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties. Having two men sucking on her, together, had her crying out. She tangled her fingers in their hair, holding them tight to her.
When her panties fell to her ankles, she stepped out of them. The two men at her breasts molded the masses close together then rotated their heads. Their tongues slid all over her cleavage, her nipples and each other’s lips. The lust they shared radiated out from where the men touched, catching her in the blast radius. Their ardor expanded within her, amplifying the desire already melting her inhibitions.
Morgan looked to Joe for help. She needed more.
“Bring her to the kitchen table.” Joe broke through to the men feasting at her chest. Neil scooped her into his arms as he levered to his feet. She clung to his neck until he delivered her to the narrow, rectangular table in the center of her small breakfast nook. “Yes, lay her down.”
Neil did as Joe directed.
The clear plastic covering over the antique surface made her gasp. The cool material contrasted with the intense heat of her primed body, which only rose in temperature when she realized James now knelt at Dave’s feet. She didn’t blink once as he used his teeth to rip open the button fly of Dave’s jeans then reached inside to withdraw the other man’s cock.
Neil kissed her cheek then moaned when Joe asked, “You like watching them together?”
“God, yes.” Morgan’s hand slid down her body, cupping her aching breast. “So sexy.”
“Neil.” Without another word, the man at her side spun toward Joe’s call.
Her fingers slipped from her breast toward her pussy when the strong man obeyed her boyfriend. Neil sank to the ground in front of Joe. She couldn’t help but run one finger beside her clit when masculine hands reached for Joe’s zipper. Joe groaned as Neil relieved the pressure on his straining cock, freeing it from the confines of his jeans.
They made smoldering bookends. Joe and Dave stood, their messy hands outstretched, while Neil and James removed their pants and socks. Something about the exchange had Morgan’s legs spreading farther apart. She inserted her index finger into her sopping pussy, amazed to feel how hot she was to the touch.
Nothing had turned her on like this before.
James and Neil cupped their friends’ cocks and balls in their palms then stroked the rock-hard shafts from root to tip several times. The wet, fleshy sounds they made drew a moan from her. Joe looked up from where he and Neil intersected. His hips arched when he saw Morgan touching herself. The motion caused his cock to glide across Neil’s cheek, leaving a glistening smudge of pre-come behind. Neil swiped at it then brought his thumb to his mouth.
“Son of a bitch!”
Morgan wasn’t sure who’d said it but she totally agreed.
When James took the head of Dave’s cock into his mouth for a quick kiss she nearly came on the spot. Both men shared a look of rapture that she felt privileged to share.
“Hurry.” Joe spurred the men to strip off his and Dave’s shirts. “I have to be inside her. Soon.”
The guys did the best they could with the icing, cake and jelly but some of those fingerprints would never come out. Morgan would buy them new clothes. It’d be well worth the price for the sight before her now.
Joe and Dave closed in on her, gloriously naked, while James and Neil stripped themselves faster than she would have imagined possible before joining them around the table. Joe set the ruined cake near her hip and smirked. He plastered his sloppy hands over her breasts then dragged them along her torso. Dave daubed her lips with the tip of one finger. She opened for him, sucking the chocolate from his knuckle until it was mostly clean. He followed Joe’s lead, cupping her mound then smearing his palm upward until he’d transferred most of the sugary wreckage to her skin.
The crew descended on her like starving men. They devoured the gourmet confection from her nipples, navel and abdomen. Their tongues stimulated every nerve ending on her front side as they licked, sucked and nipped.
Morgan cried out with the intense pleasure of their attention. She folded her arms beneath her head for a better view, thrusting her breasts more firmly into their hold. When two of the men cleaned a spot near each other, they’d sometimes pause to enjoy a taste of their friend. Joe flicked his gaze to hers as he claimed James’s mouth.
Something about the two men kissing drove her wild.
She squirmed beneath them, begging for someone to soothe the riot of ecstasy overtaking her pussy. As they removed the last of the icing from her breasts, they tracked lower and lower. Neil grabbed her hip
s and yanked so her ass perched on the very edge of the table. He kicked out the chair there and sat.
Joe and Dave each took hold of one of her thighs and spread her wide open. She glanced down her center until she met the dark blue of Neil’s penetrating stare.
“Please,” she begged.
He growled as he covered her pussy with his open mouth. He lapped at her cream, which mingled with the chocolate coating her. Her entire body tensed, poised on the edge of climax after less than a dozen bold swipes of his clever tongue.
The four men overwhelmed her senses.
Morgan reached for Joe, unable to put into words the rapture shooting like fireworks in her brain. Her hand closed around his cock and squeezed, drawing his attention to her plight.
“Oh shit, she’s close already.”
Neil groaned then redoubled his efforts. He ate her as though she were the sweetest treat on earth.
The bulging cock in her hand felt so good, she reached for Dave on her other side. Both men pumped into her fists, grunting and cursing beneath their breath as they witnessed their friend devouring her. The table shook a little, and she looked up to see James kneeling by her head.
“Doesn’t seem right for the birthday girl to go without cake.” His grin looked more like a grimace as need twisted it into something feral.
“Feed me,” she moaned her permission.
James dug into the remaining cake and slathered his cock with delectable goo. She opened wide as he guided his erection to her eager mouth. Neil zeroed in on a particularly sensitive spot on her pussy, making her moan around his lover’s cock.
“Oh shit, yeah. Right there, Neil,” James panted as he drove between her lips. “Don’t stop.”
Whether he spoke to her or Neil she couldn’t say but she didn’t plan on letting James go anytime soon, and she prayed Neil had similar inclinations. Joe shouted when her fingers wrapped tighter around him. He and Dave continued to fuck her fists as they played with her chest and kept her open for Neil. When the men’s gazes clashed they leaned forward and shared a ferocious kiss.