by Jayne Rylon
Neil snorted at that as he very thoroughly washed James’s cock and balls before soaping up his own. “I’m going to miss those aspects of the job myself, especially the break time blowjobs, but I guess it’ll make our off time that much more intense. Having to wait all day to fuck you two is going to mean I’m pretty damn horny by the time I can be alone with you.”
James blinked slowly and tried not to get distracted by their husband’s hardening shaft, although he nearly gave up trying to hash things out in favor of reaching for Neil. It would have been one hell of a distraction. “What I’m trying to say is that without you two and the rest of the crew, I’m bored out of my mind. This isn’t rewarding. There’s something missing. It feels hollow and pointless. I know that probably doesn’t matter. I need to make a living so we can start building our own forever home together and live comfortably in it, like we have been until now, but…I can’t do it. I can’t. It’s selfish and stupid, but I need something more than a job or it feels like I’m wasting part of my life.”
“That’s not dumb.” Neil kissed James’s neck, making him sigh and tip his head to give the man better access. Devon took advantage, going onto her tiptoes to seal her lips over his. He moaned softly and surrendered to her while Neil ran his hands over both of them, staring down adoringly. “I’m sure there’s something you can apply your skills to that would also be rewarding for you.”
When they drifted apart again, rinsing off, Devon suggested, “Why don’t you come work for me. No, with me. Or with Neil. We can be a team. Nothing says all of the crew has to disband.”
“How would I pick between you?” James shook his head. “Or would you have joint custody of me or some shit? No. Then I wouldn’t be fully involved in what was going on. And it would undermine your authority with your workers, who would probably assume that because I have a dick, I’m the boss of us. That’s the last thing I want, especially for you, Devon. You’ve earned this chance to lead your own crew. You’re incredible at it and you don’t need my help.”
She opened her mouth as if to object but then shut it again, focusing on rubbing away the last of the bubbles from her short hair. Because he was right. That’s exactly what would happen. Their whole relationship, people had deferred to him or Neil when they met the threesome, especially subcontractors or clients. And it was time she didn’t have to deal with that bullshit anymore.
As much as James needed to be with them, she needed to stand on her own even more. And there was no way in hell he was going to snatch that opportunity away from her before she could prove to herself what he already knew: she was going to be an incredible foreman.
He had no fucking doubt her projects would be done on time, under budget, and exceed her clients’ expectations, and she’d do it with fewer mistakes or accidents than any of the other Powertools foremen.
She stared up at him from beneath lashes dotted with crystals. If she was getting emotional, they both pretended it was the last of the shower water, which Neil turned off, instead. Devon said, “Well, no matter what you decide to do, know that we love you.”
“And that we’ll always be here to distract you when you’re having a shit day.” Neil snagged a towel from the heated bar, wrapped it around James, then slung his arm across James’s shoulder. He drew him in tight. James’s face mashed against Neil’s chest as he breathed deep of sandalwood soap and man. Suddenly he didn’t give a fuck about the future, when he could make himself feel so damn good in the here and now.
“That I will take you up on.” James tilted his face toward Neil, smiling, his lips parted just a bit, which his husband could never resist.
Neil dipped his head and dusted his mouth over James’s before nipping at his lower lip. Not especially lightly either. Hard enough to prove that he knew James could take it. Devon hummed and cozied up to James’s back, rubbing herself against his towel to dry herself off in the most sensual way possible.
She snugged her arms around him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “And hey, this feels final, but it doesn’t have to be. Take some time, get used to our new life here in Middletown. Screw your head on straight. See what else there might be for you. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, you can always come back to the crew.”
He didn’t want to give her false hope. Better to rip the Band-Aid off. “It’s over. I’m done. This isn’t my path. I’m so glad it’s yours. You were made for this. I’m not.”
“That’s bullshit.” Neil was uncharacteristically serious. “You’re plenty capable of being a foreman. You said it yourself. Don’t ever doubt that.”
James tried to hold his hands up, glad his husband thought so, but they were pinned to his side by plush terrycloth and the steel bands of Neil’s arms, which he did not mind one smidge. “I swear, I’m not having some kind of crisis of competence like Joe was when he first came out here. Look, I know I’m not the most butch dude. I don’t mean it in the sense that I don’t want to be in charge of something. It’s just that without the rest of the crew, I’m not sure construction is all that interesting to me anymore. I’ve been there, done that, and have the tool belt to prove it. You guys were what was holding me in place there. I’ve worked my ass off for years, and now I want something…more. Something with purpose. A job where I can make a difference. I’ve earned that, haven’t I?”
Neil’s face relaxed and he drew James to his broad chest, swiping the last of the droplets from his back with the towel before tending to himself. “Of course you have. And good.”
“Whatever it is you want, we’ll help you find it. Take some time for yourself, James. Get your priorities in order. It’s fine,” Devon reassured him, and cozied up behind him, so that he became the filling of a hot-girl-hot-guy sandwich, exactly what he liked to be best.
In that moment, the rest mattered a whole lot less. Because he had this.
James was the luckiest bastard in the entire world and he wasn’t about to let his husband or his wife forget it.
He looked at Neil and slow blinked. Barely a heartbeat went by before the other man dipped his head and nipped James’s lower lip before crushing their mouths together.
Even after all these years, it thrilled James that Neil didn’t go easy on him. That he was sure James was strong enough to take whatever he dished out and then some. Especially now, when he was feeling oddly fragile, Neil proved that he wasn’t. That as long as they were together, they’d survive this or any other hurdles life threw in their way.
Devon reached around and ran her hands between them, her palms caressing James’s chest then abs while the backs of her fingers did the same to Neil. It wasn’t long before Neil growled, then leaned over James’s shoulder to kiss Devon every bit as thoroughly as he’d done to James. James loved being caught between them, a little smooshed as they embraced each other around him, surrounding him with their warmth and good vibes.
When Neil put his hands on James’s shoulders and pressed, he knew exactly what his husband had in mind. James sank to his knees, still partially smothered with his face tucked against Neil’s abs and Devon close behind him.
As Neil and Devon made out, James shoved the towel slung low around Neil’s hips to the ground. He reached for Neil’s cock, surrounding it with his still-damp fist. Neil groaned and his knees bent as if James had the power to make them weak. He cupped his hands around the backs of Neil’s thighs, bracing him for what was coming next.
James practically purred as he nuzzled Neil’s stiff cock and balls, rubbing his sparse stubble over them. The slight abrasion only seemed to make Neil harder, his cock twitching as a bead of precome emerged from the tip.
James hummed then licked the pearly fluid from the head, making Neil groan into Devon’s mouth. She clearly approved, her lower half pressing against the back of James’s head and forcing him closer to the man they both loved.
He’d never stop being awed, grateful, and so damn happy he’d found not only one love of his life, but two. Never had he expected he might fin
d a man who understood him as well as Neil, and then a whole group of friends that accepted and embraced his unconventional leanings. But he wouldn’t have believed—even if someone had showed him a crystal ball—that he’d fall for a woman in addition to a man. Or that one would be attracted to him given his lack of macho tendencies.
Devon dropped one hand to his head and stroked his hair as if she could read his thoughts. She was good at that. At sensing his emotions, when Neil sometimes wasn’t as in tune with James’s mind as he was with James’s body.
Without Devon, they might have fallen apart.
She was the very sexy screw that held them together.
So when she massaged his scalp, using the pressure of her blunt nails to guide him, he went where she led. He opened his lips and drew Neil’s cock between them, slowly, teasing the head as he permitted it to slide into the moist, wet interior of his mouth.
3
Neil’s abs flexed in front of James’s face and he grunted softly between kisses that were escalating from slow wet glides to more desperate smacks as he devoured Devon’s muted moans. James went down on him, knowing that by pleasing Neil he was going to encourage his husband to pass along that passion to their wife, too.
A low curse interrupted their makeout session when he began to bob slowly and deliberately over Neil’s cock, working his way lower on each pass until he held the entire length of it in his mouth. Most guys would be jealous if all the men in their sex lives were better endowed than them. Not James. He considered himself lucky because he got to enjoy the crew’s cocks and what they did to him. Starting with Neil, who made more than a mouthful. He loved the feel of the heat and weight on his tongue.
Instinctively, James spread his legs wider, imagining what it would feel like when he got his husband hard enough and horny enough that he couldn’t resist fucking James another moment. It was then he glanced up, his lips stretched into an O around the base of Neil’s erection. When his gaze collided with his husband’s, he felt it straight to his soul.
Neil groaned, then said, “How am I supposed to resist you both? James sucking the hell out of me and you teasing me like that…”
James realized Devon had backed away, but only to do some torturing of her own. She sashayed around to his side so that she could put on a show for both him and Neil. It wasn’t difficult for her to command their attention. He hardly blinked while sucking on Neil and staring at their wife as she cupped her small breasts then ran her thumbs over her nipples until they drew into tight peaks he wouldn’t mind licking after he’d finished attending to Neil’s balls.
She swung her narrow hips from side to side in time to a beat only she could hear but he felt. Her hands glided down her torso, over her flat stomach and abs that were more chiseled than his own. Though she sometimes got insecure over what she perceived as a lack of femininity, he adored her somewhat androgynous beauty. Hell, worshiping her during their coffee breaks was one of the things he missed most about working together on the crew.
James’s cock stiffened as he thought about how many times they’d taken care of each other, getting extra down and dirty on a job site. Those days might be over, but he planned to make up for the loss with even steamier nights.
There had been plenty of times where they’d been too damn exhausted to move after getting home from a day, or week, of nonstop manual labor. Fortunately, Neil and Devon would now be overseeing their sites more often than swinging a hammer. Whatever he did next, he thought he’d rather it be more about his brain than his brawn, which—truth be told—had never been his forte, like it was with Dave or Mike or even Devon.
He raked his gaze down her fit form, lingering on her tight ass and cut thighs. She was perfect. Sleek and powerful, like a lioness. And though she sometimes complained that she wasn’t softer or especially curvy, he loved her precisely as she was.
James dropped his hand to his dick, which was a dangerous maneuver. It would be easy for him to get too excited by the sight of Devon’s gorgeous body or the taste of Neil’s cock and come before things really heated up. While he might risk the more thorough enjoyment he’d take from fucking one of his spouses, he certainly wasn’t about to take a chance that he might not live up to Devon or Neil’s expectations.
Or worse, that he might finish too soon and fail to give them everything they needed to do the same. He admitted he sometimes had a hair-trigger. The upside was that he seemed to be able to recover far more frequently and quicker than some of the other Powertools guys. It was an especially handy trait when they were trying to keep going late into the night, which they sometimes did in order to fully satisfy their voracious wife.
And he wasn’t about to complain about that.
Devon refocused his attention on her when she sighed. Her stare fixated on the place where he was connected with Neil.
“Jealous?” Neil asked her with a wry grin.
“Hell yes.” She ran her hand over her mound, making James salivate. “He knows how to do things with that mouth I’ve only dreamed of before.”
Neil groaned when James swirled his tongue around the tip of his husband’s cock before swallowing him again. It filled him with pride that at least here, he could be confident about what the fuck he was doing. Neil withdrew the slightest bit. “Tell me about it. I could die happy with him sucking me off. You know I love you a hell of a lot if I’m willing to share right now.”
Devon snorted. “Like you’re not going to find somewhere else to put your dick.”
Then it was James’s turn to moan. He shuddered between Neil’s legs and his knees spread as he unconsciously widened his stance.
“You like the sound of that?” Neil grabbed James’s hair, tugging until he was forced to let go of his treat. Neil’s cock slipped from his lips with a wet pop.
James nodded, relishing the slight pain of Neil’s grip as he did. “Uh huh.”
Devon smiled at them, then walked backward until her thighs hit the mattress. She scooted onto it and kept crawling in reverse until her head neared the pillows.
“Get comfy so you can enjoy what our man is about to do to you,” Neil commanded.
Devon lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and crooked her finger. James flew to her faster than Nathan’s puppy chased tennis balls. Neil instinctively used one hand on James’s elbow to help him up then smacked his butt as he passed.
James tucked onto his knees, deliberately putting his stinging ass up in the air as he tipped forward and buried his face in Devon’s pussy. He breathed deep, never getting tired of the sweet scent of her and how it contrasted with the earthy taste of Neil’s cock. As much as James loved giving blowjobs, he found that teasing Devon, finding precisely the right way to lick at her clit, to be even more rewarding. To be honest, giving a BJ didn’t take nearly as much finesse or skill, though James prided himself on his workmanship.
He’d made going down on his spouses an art form. Nothing got him hotter, faster, than bringing them to the edge. Knowing he could turn them on as much as they got to him did something to him. The number of times he’d made a mess of himself, grinding against the sheets while they came on his face or down his throat would probably have been embarrassing to some people.
Not him. He thought of it as a badge of honor.
He peeked up at Devon, gauging her mood and if she’d need him to start slowly or if she’d be impatient and greedy like she sometimes was when she had him and Neil to herself.
She speared her fingers into his hair, which was probably a bit longer than hers, and tugged.
Greedy it was.
James hummed against her dewy flesh. He opted not to indulge in light brushes of his tongue along her folds, advancing straight to surrounding her clit with his lips.
She gasped and arched her hips to seal his mouth more tightly around the sensitive bundle of nerves. So he sucked lightly on her, which spurred a moan from her.
“That’s right. If you make her come, I’ll let you have my cock. Would you like that
?” Neil teased from where he watched, kneeling upright between James’s knees. He tapped his hard-on against James’s ass, bouncing it off the tight muscles of his cheeks before sliding inward to ride his crack.
James didn’t bother taking his mouth from Devon long enough to respond verbally. Instead he rocked backward, attempting to increase the contact with Neil’s cock even as he eased his hand between his chin and Devon’s soaked pussy. He dipped a finger into her, marveling at how damn hot she was, then stroked her from the inside out, loving how she clenched around him, hugging him within her.
She didn’t care that James craved getting fucked as much as any of the rest of the Powertools crew, or their wives, for that matter. Hell, she got off on it.
And that’s when James realized that Neil was setting them up for a long ride, clearly not intending for her first orgasm to be her last but only a quick appetizer.
This was the warm up for the main event.
For the first time in weeks, James felt like he was right where he belonged. Like he was useful and competent and perfect for this position. He was made to give his husband and wife pleasure and to receive it back a million times over.
He added a swirl of his tongue to the hollowing of his cheeks, drawing on Devon’s tightening clit.
She didn’t wait for him to settle deeper into her either. She rose up, leveraging his mouth to get herself off. He loved that about her—that she wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted or to use him and know that he would love every moment of it.
“You must be needing my cock.” Neil chuckled from behind them, his thumbs spreading James’s cheeks so that his dick could notch at the entrance to James’s ass. It was pure, incredible torture, feeling his husband poised there, ready to penetrate, yet holding back because he knew it would make the sensations that much more potent when he finally sank inside.