by Jayne Rylon
Morgan shifted her attention when James groaned, though the image of that moment would be etched in her memory forever. She worked her way lower on James’s shaft, cleaning him as she went. Though still impressive, he was smaller than the other guys. She appreciated that fact as she took him to the root, swallowing around him.
“Oh God.” He went still above her.
“You see that, Neil?” Joe taunted them all. “Your guy is about to blow in record time. He’s going to shoot down Morgan’s throat.”
She knew it was a warning but she didn’t care. Instead, she sucked James harder, rubbing her tongue across the sensitive underside of his hard-on. The moment the first jet of come landed on her palette Neil embedded several fingers in her pussy. The combination of his expert manipulations had her joining James in climax.
Morgan strangled the digits inside her as she gulped around James’s cock, swallowing every last drop of his release. She didn’t realize he’d finished coming until the world returned to focus, and he withdrew his softening member from between her lips.
“Magnificent,” he whispered against her mouth then kissed her, slow and gentle. In the aftermath of her orgasm, the soft touch brought her alive again. How long they made out for, she couldn’t say. But, soon, she sought the cocks that had so recently filled her grip. The men had stepped back to watch, stroking their own solid hard-ons.
James stumbled away. He dragged the chair Neil had abandoned to the side of their makeshift stage for an optimal view then collapsed into it. Neil stood between her legs now, his erection full and ruddy. “Please, let me fuck you.”
The raw longing in his voice fanned her arousal. Joe looked to her for confirmation. She nodded. He tossed a condom from a pile on the counter, which she hadn’t noticed before, in Neil’s direction.
He ripped it open and sheathed himself in record time.
Joe advanced, to stand beside her. He halted a hairsbreadth away then whispered, “I love seeing you like this. Open. Needy. Honest. Unbelievably fucking sexy.”
She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her. Unlike James, he kissed her hard. His tongue delved into the recesses of her mouth. She wondered if he could taste the cake there, or his friend’s semen. The possibility had her shivering with anticipation.
The tip of Neil’s covered cock nudged her pussy. Her hips rocked instinctively.
Joe separated from her just enough for her to watch as his friend penetrated her for the first time.
“Oh Christ!” Neil scrunched his eyes closed. “There’s no way I’m going to last.”
He moved inside her, slow for the first couple of passes but quickly gaining steam. He fucked her with strong strokes that jiggled her breasts every time he filled her. Joe stayed close, whispering dirty talk. Telling her over and over how much he loved watching her secure pleasure from his friends.
Morgan’s desire rebuilt, though not as rapidly as Neil’s. He rode her hard now, fucking with intense motions of his hips that even her recently sated pussy couldn’t ignore. Dave groaned then reached for the top of her slit. His fingers honed in on her clit as though he’d touched her a million times before. Neil’s pelvis tapped Dave’s hand with every circuit, causing his fingers to bounce and grind on her engorged clit.
“Yes!” She forced her eyes to stay open and drink in the sight of the men arousing themselves, each other and her.
When Neil’s cock bulged inside her and his strokes grew jerky, James rose from his seat. He stood behind his lover, kissing Neil’s shoulders and neck while his hand caressed the defined muscles of Neil’s sweaty chest on the way to playing with his nipples.
Neil didn’t seem to be able to resist the dual assault. His head dropped onto James’s shoulder, and he shuddered as he emptied himself into the condom he wore. The sight of his surrender ratcheted her arousal higher. The moment Neil began to go soft in her and withdrew, she writhed on the table. Her sweltering gaze met Joe’s.
“You.” She couldn’t quite catch her breath. “I need you. Buried deep. Now.”
Joe groaned then glanced toward Dave. She squinted at her boyfriend’s best friend and saw what Joe did. The tendons in Dave’s neck stood out as he practically strangled his cock in his white-knuckled grip. He wasn’t going to endure much longer.
“We could fuck her together.” Dave’s gruff suggestion hung in the air.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Joe petted the stray wisps of hair from her face.
“No.” She grimaced.
“And you’re not really into the idea.” Even Dave could see through her brave face. “No worries, love. Each of us has our limits.”
“You can fuck me.” James turned in Neil’s arms to face Dave. “It’s been a while.”
“Can we try something else first?” Morgan couldn’t believe she’d spoken up. Her face flamed.
All four men seemed to take a step closer, eager to hear her suggestion. “Can’t I take you both…”
She still had some shyness. She looked away.
But the crew knew what she meant.
“Fuck, yes.” Joe plucked her from the table, enfolding her in his arms. He kissed her while Dave grabbed a condom from the counter and rolled it on.
James gathered the remaining crumbles of cake and transferred them to the sink as best he could. Dave hopped onto the table, reclining on his back. His cock pulsed, bobbing from where it lay on his abdomen. He collared the base with his fingers until it stood out perpendicular from his torso.
Joe deposited her on the table, placing her on her knees facing Dave’s feet. With one hand, he guided his best friend’s cock to her pussy. When it aligned with her opening, she sank onto her haunches, swallowing Dave to the root.
An unintelligible moan sounded below her. Dave’s fists pounded the table as she bowed, working him inside her fully. His toes curled at the end of the table.
Joe leaned on the furniture, testing his weight, but the solid oak didn’t even tremble. He crawled between her and Dave’s spread legs, pressing her to her back in the process. The full-body contact with Dave’s hard muscles and heated skin scorched her. He reached around to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples with light flicks while Joe got situated.
“Tell me if this hurts.” He stared into her eyes without moving until she bestowed her promise.
Then he traced the thick vein on the underside of Dave’s cock with his flared head until it led him straight to the heart of her pussy. He held his shaft down with two fingers, squeezing in beside his friend.
“Oh my God,” she screamed at the ultra-fullness pervading her pussy. The swollen tissue stretched. The oversensitive walls simultaneously rebelled and craved more. Joe inched in further, fucking both her and Dave with tiny hitches of his hips. More than half of his length embedded in her.
“I think that’s as far as I can go.” His forehead rested on hers as he ravished her lips. “So fucking tight.”
Dave groaned below them. “Fuck. Need you to move. Fuck her. Fuck us.”
Joe needed it too. Morgan could see his fervor in the set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders. Trapped between two infernos, she couldn’t help but catch on fire.
Joe locked his elbows, hovering over her in an obscene version of a push up. He began to rock inside her, tentative at first. Every time he shifted, all three of them moaned.
James and Neil observed from between their legs at the foot of the table. James groaned at the sight. “It’s like you’re stroking Dave’s balls with your cock, Joe.”
“I bet that feels un-fucking-believable,” Neil muttered with envy.
“Does.” Dave shuddered beneath her. “Harder, Joe.”
He looked to Morgan for confirmation.
“Do it.” She cried out when he thrust in deep. “I can’t take much more.”
“She’s stretched so tight around you.” Neil and James kept a running commentary, making all three of them suffer as they strained toward the promise of pleasure greater than any the
y’d known before.
The table rocked when Joe began to really pump inside her. Dave grabbed her hips and thrust from below. The two cocks inside her rubbed and slipped against each other. Morgan stopped thinking and lost herself in a universe comprised only of senses—the feel of them fucking her into oblivion, the sound of their grunts and moans, the smell of their arousal mixed with the lingering flavor of the chocolate cake.
All of it combined to detonate a violent reaction. Before she could say anything, before she could even prepare herself, her orgasm crashed through her. She convulsed around the men fucking her, dragging them with her in a shared release of epic proportions. Dave stiffened first, filling the condom inside her with pulse after pulse of come.
Her climax continued to drown her with waves of pure pleasure. Joe breathed a lungful of air into her constricted chest as he blew out a massive sigh, ending on a strangled groan. Hot jets of semen burst from his cock, splattering into the depths of her pussy and coating the latex barrier between them and Dave.
His orgasm seemed to drag on for hours, just as hers did.
And then the world faded to black.
When she recovered, Morgan was cradled in Joe’s arms on the floor of her shower. Warm water began to cascade over them but neither had the energy to make a move for the soap.
“Welcome back, cupcake.”
“Hi.” She kissed his neck.
“How do you feel?” Joe’s question sounded scratchy from the strain of his earlier shouts.
“Never better.” She lay boneless in his grip. “You?”
She held her breath. It was the moment of truth. How would he feel now that they’d acted out the fantasy?
How weird would things be?
“Sublime. But I think we’ve only just begun, Morgan.” He smiled against her damp hair. “Happy birthday.”
Grateful for the droplets of water beading on his chest, she let the moisture seep from the corners of her eyes. The happiest tears she’d ever shed.
Epilogue
Sunday evening had arrived far too fast. The best weekend of Morgan’s life was now history, though she would bet there were plenty more coming to rank high on her list. She ran past the crew, as they lounged on her couch, studying the sports highlights on TV, to answer a familiar knock at her door.
“You’re back.” She squashed Kate in a fierce hug. If it hadn’t been for her best friend, none of this would have happened. But, before she could drag the woman somewhere private to dish, she caught the look on Kate’s face. “Wow, even happier than when you left. I didn’t think that was possible.”
Kate wiggled the fingers of her left hand in front of Morgan’s nose. A high-pitched double-squee turned four heads from the living room. Mike covered his ears then squeezed past the women as they bounced and giggled some more. The glow of Kate’s smile nearly matched the glint from her gorgeous diamond ring.
“I’m so happy for you. Truly.” Morgan hugged her best friend until she squeaked. “But…”
“What?” Kate angled her head.
Morgan grimaced at the shadow dimming her friend’s enthusiasm. “Nothing. Sorry—”
“No, please. Don’t do that. Tell me what you’re really thinking.”
“It’s just…” Morgan lowered her voice then peeked over Kate’s shoulder to where Joe leaned his hip against the counter. The crew took turns slapping Mike on the back and offering their congratulations. “Isn’t this all sort of quick? You’ve only known him a few months. How do you know it’ll last?”
As though he could sense her stare, Joe turned. Their eyes met, and his gaze intensified. A corresponding thrill ran through her veins. Could this be the real thing? A forever-after kind of love?
How could it not be?
“You knew Craig all your life. But deep down, you understood it would never last,” Kate whispered. “It’s kind of like that, but opposite. When he’s the one, you know. Time doesn’t matter.”
Joe winked then held out his hand as though their thirty seconds apart had seemed as long to him as it did to her. She ached to feel his fingers surrounding hers, sheltering her with their calloused strength.
Without him, she felt incomplete.
“You’re right.” Morgan hugged Kate one more time. “Congratulations.”
“Right back at you. Looks like you had a busy weekend.”
The women laughed as they rejoined the crew in the other room. Joe’s arm came around Morgan’s shoulder, welcoming her into the heat and laughter they all shared.
It felt perfect.
And she knew.
About the Author
Jayne Rylon’s stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Her writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.
To learn more about Jayne Rylon, please visit www.jaynerylon.com. She enjoys hearing from readers. You can send an email to Jayne at [email protected].
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Nice and Naughty
Dream Machine
Three’s Company (Menage and More Anthology)
Men in Blue
Night is Darkest
Razor’s Edge
Powertools
Kate’s Crew
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Compass Brothers
Northern Exposure
Southern Comfort
Eastern Ambition
Western Ties
Men in Blue
Mistress’s Master
Powertools
Kayla’s Gifts
Devon’s Pair
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Kate’s Crew
© 2010 Jayne Rylon
Sultry summer heat has nothing on the five-man crew renovating the house next door. No one could blame Kate for leaning out the window for a better view of the manscape. The nasty fall that follows isn’t part of her fantasy—but the man who saves her from splattering the sidewalk is definitely the star.
When Mike personally attends to her injuries, she realizes her white knight in a hard hat has a tender side, giving her no choice but to surrender to the lust that’s been arcing between them since day one. In the aftermath of the best sex of her life, she whispers her most secret desire: to be ravaged by his crew.
She never expected Mike would dare her to take what she wants—or that the freedom to make her most decadent desires come true could be the foundation for something lasting…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Kate’s Crew:
Where the hell had Mike disappeared to? Kate shouldn’t care, but she did. She scolded herself when she scanned the yard for the tenth time that minute. She’d spent the morning trying to ignore his insufferable smirk, as he strutted around the site, while mentally reciting all the reasons she couldn’t accept his unconventional proposition.
Despite this morning’s wake-up call, affairs weren’t her style. The unwise urge to prevent him from walking away after one sweaty liaison had almost overwhelmed her sense of self-preservation. Instead, she’d driven her hand beneath her thigh to keep from reaching out to tug him into bed for another romp following his shower. She couldn’t risk getting any more involved. No matter how she prayed she could change, she would always want more—something lasting.
The thunk of her forehead hitting the sheetrock patch she’d finished installing an hour ago almost drowned out her sigh. Her cell phone vibrated, alerting her to an incoming text message. Every hypersensitive nerve in her body jumped to attention.
She flipped open the phone. Mike.
Meet me in our laundry room. Come in through the garage. Quiet. Quick.
Ignoring his command would be prudent. Also impossible.
Kate sp
rinted along the hall then took the stairs two at a time before racing out the rear entrance. She hopped the low stone wall dividing their properties then snuck into the neighboring garage like a cat burglar working a world-class heist.
Her hand brushed the doorknob leading from the car bay into the house, where the washer and drier would one day go, but she got drawn inside before she could turn it. Mike’s powerful arms surrounded her, pressing her spine to his taut abdomen. The ridge of his constant hard-on fit in the valley of her ass, covered only by the thin material of her Capri sweats and her thong.
“What—”
The astringent odor of sealant wafted up from his hand, which covered her mouth. In the pitch-black, the brush of his lips on the shell of her ear startled her. She flinched at his raspy whisper. “I want to show you something. Everyone lusts. Everyone fantasizes. When your lover respects you, you should feel free to explore your desires. No matter how extreme.”
Her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Slits of light gleamed through the louvers on the interior laundry-room door, which faced into the kitchen of Mike’s fixer-upper. Now that she could hear past the galloping of her heart, she froze. A masculine moan echoed off the tiled surfaces of the vacant living space. No, make that several moans.
“Want to see what it could be like?” The plane of Mike’s chest cradled her as he inched them closer to forbidden delights with shuffles of his steel-toed boots. His hands encircled her waist. The tips of his fingers teased the hem of her tank top. Then they slid beneath it to rub irresistible circles over the skin on either side of her belly button.
Kate shivered in his hold.
“Go ahead, take a peek.” He bumped her with his pelvis, grinding against her.
She worried her lip between her teeth as she debated. But the next primal grunt of pleasure dissolved all traces of resistance. Before she knew what she intended, her fingers tucked in the slats at eye level and her nose smooshed against the cool, painted wood.