by Jayne Rylon
“Damn straight, Sabster.” He didn’t hesitate, his hands flashing forward to grab her blouse and rip it apart, buttons popping. As the plastic bounced on the concrete flooring outside the area run, he stroked his rapidly hardening cock. “Don’t act like you don’t want me to fuck you. Like you don’t want Swinger to watch.”
Her mouth went dry. Not from fear. From white-hot desire. And anticipation.
“Is this still what you want?” Holden whispered in her ear from behind her, where he braced her with his hands around her waist. His hard cock nestled in the valley of her ass told her everything she needed to know.
“Yes.” She stared unblinking into Kaige’s eyes as she answered. “If it’s okay with Nola.”
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” He winked at her before resuming his steamy advance. “I wasn’t lying yesterday when I said she’s grown sensitive lately. I would never hurt her. But you can give me what I’m craving. Swinger can give you to me.”
In fact, he reached around in front of her and unfastened her skirt, then lowered it to the floor. Mindlessly, Sabra stepped out of the fabric, then kicked it into a corner somewhere.
She shrieked when Holden lifted her off the ground and held her out toward his friend. An offering. Sabra didn’t hesitate. She kept her legs straight, raised them and grabbed her ankles, then spread them, giving Kaige a pretty clear picture of how she saw this playing out.
“Fuck,” he growled, and his nostrils flared. “You’re like a sex goddess with this yoga stuff.”
“I never realized it would have so many benefits.” She giggled, making Holden do the same behind her.
Kaige paused, his fingers a fraction of an inch away from her pussy with all the Hot Rods looking on with rapt attention. Crossing that tiny gap meant a change for every one of them.
When she didn’t object, and neither did Holden, Nova did it.
He tested the wetness of her pussy and the fit of her snug sheath around his fingers.
“Damn.” He groaned. “I was going to go down on you, but I don’t think you need me to, and I’m dying to fuck you. Have been for weeks. If I could spank you, I would right now for teasing us every day.”
“Another plus for exercise.” She beamed.
Kaige asked Holden, “Do you want me to wear a condom with her?”
“They’re clean, Sabra. It’s your call. I know you use the patch.” He kissed her neck. “I’d love to watch their come dripping from you right before I stick my cock in your pussy.”
“Yes.” She could only manage one word.
Kaige aligned their bodies, then sank inside without further delay. Joining with him felt different, yet right. With Holden cradling her, she soaked in the new sensations.
In the background, Nola cried out. Sabra tensed, wondering why, but when she realized that Roman and Carver had flanked the other woman and were giving her pleasure of her own. Gently. Sabra relaxed.
Nova plunged deeper, then retreated a bit before plowing inside her again.
Holden stared down her torso to study the intersection of their bodies. “God, you look amazing. So hot. Sexy. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“You did good, Swinger.” Kaige grinned. “Now hold her tight and lean into my thrusts. I need to fuck.”
Sabra let her head fall back onto Holden’s shoulder as he held her up and open for his friend to pummel. The force of Kaige’s strokes rubbed her in all the right places, especially when his pelvic bone tapped her clit with every plunge.
A particularly heavy ram had Holden stumbling backward. Eli was there to brace him. Still…
Sabra cried out. “Let me down.”
Nova froze in an instant. “Too hard?”
“No. Not enough.” She surprised him when she shoved his shoulders. He sat awkwardly. Holden set her on top of the much bigger man so that her knees were on either side of his hips. She pressed him the rest of the way to the floor. Lost in passion, she fished for Nova’s cock.
Holden was there, lifting the thick, honeyed shaft and aiming it toward her core.
She didn’t waste a moment.
Sinking on him until he filled her completely, she planted her feet on the floor then began to demonstrate the abdominal strength she’d honed. She rode him like a porn star with a heart of gold. Or at least that was what she was going for. Holden seemed to approve. He might even have drooled a little at the sight of her working Nova’s beautiful, thick cock while her hands were planted on his tattooed chest.
Kaige grunted when she slammed onto him, though it would be impossible to hurt him with her slight weight. She gave him the fucking he wanted. Hard, rough and primitive. His head rocked on the carpet, his dreads swaying with in time to his grunts. Surprisingly, with him, she found her need morphed into something complementary, something she’d never felt before.
Power flowed through her as she realized she could affect such a strong man like this. More than just him. All of the Hot Rods. When Sabra glanced up, she realized it wasn’t only her and Nova shattering boundaries. Kaelyn was sandwiched between Eli and Alanso while Bryce doted on Mustang Sally.
Holy shit. They’d started a trend.
Kaige seemed to notice the developments at the same instant. His head swiveled, gaze riveted to his fiancée as Roman and Carver tag teamed her, licking her pussy and sucking lightly on her ripening breasts. When she surrendered to orgasm, so did Kaige.
He gripped Sabra’s hips and clamped her to him so that he was locked deep inside while he erupted, searing her tissue with the proof of his desire. With so many distractions, the first peak caught Sabra off guard. She flew into climax, shattering around Kaige and extending his blasts of come.
Before she could wilt, Holden caught her, lifting her off of Kaige, whose cock slipped from her along with a trickle of his seed. He flopped onto the floor, arms outstretched, and ordered Roman, “Bring Nola to me.”
The woman nestled into the crook of his arm, then asked softly, “Feel better now?”
“Loads.” He growled, then squeezed Nola. “Thank you.”
“I think you dumped loads in Sabra. Jesus.” Eli ragged on Kaige when he took a break from feeding Kaelyn his cock. “I saw your balls pumping like they were trying to put out a fire.”
“Felt that way.” Nova smiled at Sabra. “Rematch anytime. You were awesome.”
“Same goes.” She winked at him, then spun to face Holden. She had to know what he thought. Had it been what he truly wanted or only a fun fantasy?
The blaze in his eyes made it clear. He’d enjoyed it nearly as much as she had.
His mouth crashed onto hers as he probed her opening, toying with the evidence of Kaige’s possession, using it to slick her clit and glide around the swollen nub. “I need you.”
“I need you too.” She guided his head back to hers for another taste of him.
When they broke for air, Holden asked, “Will someone fuck me while I fuck her? It’s been a while. You’ll have to go slow.”
Carver raised his hand in a flash. “You’ll be able to take me easiest. Plus, I’m a hell of a lot more gentle than that guy.”
He jacked his thumb toward Barracuda.
“Did I give you my permission to fuck him?” Roman fired off the question.
“Since when do I need it?” Meep defied Roman for the first time since Sabra had been hanging around. She didn’t want to be the cause of any tension, indirectly even.
“Guys, never mind.” Holden waved at them, but they ignored him. “I’m cool.”
“Stay out of this,” Roman snarled. “It’s between him and me.”
“You’ll be staying out of me.” Meep’s chest puffed up. “I’m not your bitch. When I bend for you, it’s my choice. Fuck off. Lately, you don’t deserve me.”
Ouch.
Sabra winced.
“T
hat’s not news to me, Carver. I never deserved you.” Barracuda stormed toward the door, pausing only to grab a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt from the pile of clothes on the couch. “I’ve got shit to do. I’ll be in the garage. Fuck whoever or whatever you want, Meep.”
“I would have anyway,” Carver spat.
The glass rattled as the door slammed.
“There’s always got to be one party pooper, right?” Meep tried to salvage the mood. Instead of making light of it, Sabra reached out. She drew Carver to her and Holden, then hugged him tight, wishing she could mend his cracked heart.
Holden surprised her, thrilled her, when he reached over and tipped Carver’s mouth toward his. He placed a gentle kiss on his garagemate’s mouth. At least that was how it started. Comfort transformed into longing by the time tongues flashed out to duel.
“It’s going to be okay, Carver.” Sabra rubbed his back as Holden distracted him. “Let Roman blow off some steam. You guys can make up tonight.”
Meep moaned into Holden’s mouth.
The sight of her boyfriend kissing another man renewed Sabra’s arousal. She wasn’t sure when Holden had shed his clothes, but he now stood there, naked, pressed to Carver. Similar in build, the two lean, compact men made a perfect match.
Especially with her in the mix.
Sabra didn’t ask for permission. She reached down and took one of their cocks in each of her hands. Stroking them in unison, she adored the heat and slickness they coated her palms with. Finally, Holden broke the kiss, his cheeks red and his eyes bright.
“If we don’t move along, I’m going to come in her hand. All over you,” he told Carver.
“Doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me,” Meep said.
“You don’t want to fuck me anymore?” Holden swallowed, then glanced away.
“Hell yes, I do.” Carver reminded them all that he might be littlest, but he was fierce. He shoved Holden to the floor, then covered him, grinding his cock against Holden’s ass.
“Yo, Meep,” Alanso called out, then tossed a bottle of lube in their direction.
Those less dazed by lust helped coach the main players and keep them from hurting each other, even by accident. Eli made a recommendation. “Why don’t you let him get inside Sabra first? He hasn’t had someone play with his ass in a while. She can distract him while you get him ready and open him up. He’ll enjoy it more that way.”
“Good idea.” Carver bit Holden’s shoulder, then rolled off his friend. He took Sabra’s hand and guided her to the floor.
“Holden, look what I have for you,” Meep teased as he presented Sabra to her boyfriend as if she were a treat rather than a staple of his sexual diet.
It didn’t take more than a heartbeat for Swinger to mount her and drive his cock into her depths. They both moaned at the familiar fullness. “Oh, fuck. You’re soaked. Kaige really did fill you up. No wonder he knocked Nola up, if he always comes like that.”
Sabra shuddered, her thighs hugging Holden as he began to swivel his hips. His cock felt right inside her. Comfortable. What she was used to and tuned to adore. Her body reacted instantly.
They got a little carried away. Fucking for his friends’ viewing pleasure until Holden stiffened. “That’s cold, Meep. Warm that shit up!”
“Who’s the prankster now, Swinger?” Carver laughed as he poured fresh lube into his hand, then glossed his cock. “Remember those short straws? You just drew one.”
The rest of the Hot Rods burst out laughing. Sabra would have to ask him why later. When she cared about anything except the pleasure he gifted her with.
“You ready?” Meep asked lower, more seriously.
“Yeah.” Holden stilled. He grunted when Carver poked the tip of his cock inside the tight ring of muscle guarding his ass, then pressed insistently until Swinger’s body admitted him.
“Wimp,” Bryce teased. “You should try taking my cock up that tight ass.”
“Um, okay.” Holden glanced up then at Sabra. “Once I’m back in practice.”
She held him, rubbing every inch of his skin she could reach in an attempt to soothe him while Carver penetrated him.
“Does this bother you?” Holden’s lids drooped as Carver worked his dick deeper into Swinger’s tight ass.
“Can’t you feel my pussy about to strangle your cock?” She squeezed him for good measure.
“Uh, shit, yeah. I can feel that.” He dropped his forehead onto hers. “So good. Perfect.”
“Feels that way to me too.” Carver ran his hands up and down Holden’s back, grabbing his ass cheeks and parting them so he could probe deeper before beginning to pump his hips.
Sabra needed to feel him moving too. She rocked her pelvis, getting some of the friction she needed, though not enough.
“You have to fuck too, Holden.” Alanso was experienced in threesomes. “She’ll need that to get off.”
“But if I do—” He cut off on a cry. “—I’ll come too fast. Can’t help it. Wanted this for so long.”
“Don’t hold back for me.” Sabra kissed him sweetly, in opposition to the naughty writhing of their bodies. “I want you to come. To experience as much ecstasy as you can. I bet you’ll make Carver shoot in your ass too. Do you want that? For him to fill you up?”
Holden was reduced to guttural rumblings of assent as he began to hammer into her then back onto Carver.
“Don’t worry, Swinger,” Bryce promised. “We’ll take care of your girl. She won’t be left hanging.”
As if to prove his point, Rebel picked up the pace, driving Sally to what looked like an epic orgasm.
Holden pounded her and Carver simultaneously. He relied on his garagemates to keep their word. After bringing Sally down from her high, Bryce left her to cuddle with Kaelyn and joined Carver and Holden. Eli and Alanso did the same.
All three of them knelt with still-hard cocks aimed at the people fucking before them.
“Everyone else has had a chance to come with her, Holden. We should claim her too.” Eli offered logic at a time when physical pressure had overruled brainpower.
So Sabra took matters into her own hands.
She stared into Holden’s eyes as another man fucked him and he fed her his resulting hard-on with savage grace. “I want you to come with him. Show him how much you need him.”
“Need you too,” Holden said brokenly.
“Let me see. Come in me,” she ordered.
And he obeyed.
Holden roared, the tendons in his throat standing out as he released his pent-up desire. He rutted on her like a maniac for several seconds before going stock-still. Carver however continued to fuck, tapping Holden’s ass with his pelvis even as he shouted his own completion.
“I’m coming,” Meep announced. “Can’t stop. So fucking tight.”
Holden moaned and shook. He came harder than she’d ever seen him come before.
Sabra wasn’t the least bit jealous. Her chest expanded knowing she could give this to him. Be everything he needed by accepting his friends and their unique bond, which now extended to her as well.
As if they could read her thoughts, the guys peeled Carver from Holden and Holden from her. The men collapsed to the side, spent. Holden reached for Sabra’s hand, entwining their fingers.
“Take good care of her for me.” Holden asked the Hot Rods to be there for her and Sabra knew it had to do with more than sweaty sex. She thought of his mother for a brief moment and knew he was protecting her.
He truly loved her.
She could see it in his eyes as they gazed on her with such devotion it melted her heart.
“We will,” Eli swore. “Just like you would do for our mates.”
Holden nodded.
Coordinating without words, as men who’ve enjoyed women together often, Eli took his position between her legs, Alanso kn
elt by her head and Bryce straddled her torso. She opened her mouth and took Al inside, savoring the subtly of his flavor, spicy and distinct from the other men she’d sampled so far.
Cobra gave her more to consider when he pushed inside her, introducing her to his cock. Long, though thinner than Kaige’s, his erection glided through her wetness in fluid strokes that held a lot more finesse than the raw fucking Nova had given her. She relished all their brands of loving.
Bryce easily palmed her breasts and molded them around his shaft. The force of his heavily veined cock strumming her nipples added another layer of sensation to the riot already bombarding her.
By now they were riding the edge of rapture.
Their fucking was the culmination of their exchange.
A pact. A bond. A promise.
She belonged to them now. And they to her.
The thought alone nearly shoved her into another orgasm. This one would either tear her apart or make her fly. She thought she knew which.
Sabra looked to Holden. He kissed each of her fingers as he let his friends ravage her. Encouraged them to. He watched the ritual fucking as if he’d never seen anything more beautiful. She was willing to perform for him every day of their lives if that revved his motor. Whatever kinks he had, she seemed to share the complementary version.
“Come on, baby,” Kaelyn called from the sidelines. “Paint her with your come. Show her she belongs here.”
Sanctuary at Hot Rods had been life-saving for Kae. She would understand.
Sally cheered on her guys too.
Soon the three of them were sweating as they fed her sensations upon sensations. And she couldn’t possibly deny them for long.
Holden pushed her over the edge with the thing that mattered most. “I love you, Sabra.”
With that, she shattered. She screamed around Alanso and milked Eli’s cock. Bryce iced her chest, making sure to aim a jet of his come over her heart. None of it was lost on her. As she drank Alanso’s release, she knew they were each a part of her now. And would be forever.
The men drifted away to tend to their own women, making sure everyone had survived their experiment intact. They had. Better for it.