"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 mola.s.ses," Joe muttered to himself from the couch. He ma.s.saged 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, brus.h.i.+ng their c.l.i.ts 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 p.u.s.s.y, 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 appet.i.te 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 ma.s.sage 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, refres.h.i.+ng air over the puffy tissue.

If Kay had latched on to her steaming p.u.s.s.y 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 p.u.s.s.y. 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 p.u.s.s.y.

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 p.u.s.s.y before lapping at the juices spilling freely from her core. Her nose nudged Devon's c.l.i.t as she buried her face and ate as though she were seated at a five-star restaurant.

"d.a.m.n," Neil rasped. "She looks pretty f.u.c.king 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 c.o.c.k. 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 pa.s.s a work of art. She's relis.h.i.+ng your taste. Her lips are so s.h.i.+ny. 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 c.l.i.t. She clawed the feather bed, trying to hold on. It was no use.

"It's okay. Plenty more, remember?" Kayla's permission vibrated through Devon's p.u.s.s.y, 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 l.u.s.t and satisfaction she'd inspired. She s.h.i.+fted, 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 p.u.s.s.y 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 pa.s.sion 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 gla.s.sy-smooth motion of Kayla's licking stuttered. She groaned against Devon's p.u.s.s.y.

"Dave is playing with her," James informed Devon with a strained whisper. "He's dipping his fingers in her p.u.s.s.y and sucking on her c.l.i.t. I've never seen her so eager before."

Devon couldn't believe it when another o.r.g.a.s.m 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 pa.s.sion 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.

Devon was surprised when the taste of her own slick come on Kayla's mouth inflicted another aftershock instead of mild distaste. She devoured their mingled flavor. Where their kisses might have been rough if it had been woman to man or harsh if man to man, even at the height of their pa.s.sion, they elected to meet with intensity over force.

Kayla stared directly into her eyes as they kissed.

Dev wrapped her hands around Kay's lush waist. She tried to guide the larger woman where she preferred. Kayla beat her to it, already in motion. She scissored their legs so that one of her knees landed between Devon's and she straddled one of Devon's thighs.

Two could play this game.

Devon planted the sole of her foot on the mattress, raising her leg until Kayla couldn't help but ride the sleek pillar of her body. At first it was enough to grind their p.u.s.s.ies on each other's legs, searing heat to cool skin. Their hips rotated as they rubbed themselves on their friend.

"Mother of G.o.d." Neil sounded as if he might pa.s.s out from excitement. "That's the s.e.xiest thing I've ever seen."

Kayla slipped closer with each swing of her body over Devon until they'd knit as tight as could be. Slightly sideways, the position left Kayla rubbing her c.l.i.t over Devon's mound. Another s.h.i.+ft and they met, c.l.i.t to c.l.i.t.

Devon squealed and came again, each climax stretching into the next as her pleasure extended. Kayla glided above her, slipping against their joined, moist flesh. Devon knew she couldn't take much more before she overdosed on excitement. She lunged upward, latching on to Kayla's breast, sucking with enough force to transmit her sense of urgency.

Kay obeyed, convinced by the additional sensation. Their movements became choppy and desperate yet no less graceful. Kayla sat up straighter. She rode Devon, making sure to rub her p.u.s.s.y over as much of her delta as possible with each pa.s.s. When their stares collided, both women surrendered to the moment and the success of their experimental ardor.

They peaked together.

The release seemed to cascade in endless increments, lingering so long they rested in each other's arms. When Devon could open her eyes again, it was to a marvelous sight.

Dave, James and Neil attempted to match the pa.s.sion their wives had generated. The three men locked together in a licentious chain that resembled a triple stack of Legos, each peg fastened to the hole in front of it. James in the lead, Dave in the middle, Neil behind them both. They f.u.c.ked as if there was an award for most strokes per minute. d.a.m.n, Dave and James would be sore tomorrow.

A feminine cry from the couch drew Devon's attention. Morgan and Kate rode their guys. They'd opted for reverse cowgirl, seated so they faced out toward the group. A pair of naughty bookends. Four sets of eyes refused to blink as their owners joined in creating pa.s.sion that radiated throughout the room.

Mike and Joe reached around their wives' waists to rub their c.l.i.ts or test the constricting rings of muscle hugging their c.o.c.ks below. The guys thrust upward into their women with strokes so well timed they stayed in lockstep for as long as Devon could watch.

A strangled cry brought her attention back to the pile of men beside her and Kayla. She reached out to stroke James's c.o.c.k, which bobbed and slapped his abdomen with every rough thrust from Dave. Each motion impaled James even as it withdrew Neil from Dave's a.s.s. On the return journey, Dave shoved Neil deep in his own a.s.s while granting James's prostate a moment of relief.

The cycle couldn't last forever. The men grunted and cursed as they f.u.c.ked, already driven to the boundary of their restraint by the demonstration Kayla and Devon had given them.

"Oh, f.u.c.k." James didn't manage to give more warning than that before thick white strands shot from his erection. The first jet erupted with enough force to tag him in the chin. The purple head of his c.o.c.k appeared even darker when pearly fluid streaked his olive skin. Blast after blast iced his pecs, abs and Devon's fingers.

He stared into her eyes as he surrendered, showing her how much he loved what he'd witnessed. All of her, as well as the men filling him. Dave jerked in Neil's hold, emptying himself in James's pulsing a.s.s. Devon smiled. Guys never could resist the tug of his ring of muscles during o.r.g.a.s.m. It yanked Neil with him every time.

The same was probably true for Dave. In a s.l.u.tty domino fall, Neil caved while Dave's a.s.s twitched and clamped around the long c.o.c.k embedded in it. Neil f.u.c.ked Dave, held his friend close, but never once did the big man's stare leave Kayla's face.

I love you, he mouthed to his wife as he shattered.

Kayla trembled in Devon's arms.

Dev rubbed the other woman's back, aware that they'd continued their subtle gyrations throughout the magnificent exchange their guys indulged in. As everyone turned to watch the two couples on the couch, they picked up the pace.

Devon moaned long and low when Kay added a swivel of her hips to every b.u.mp and grind. She'd thought they were through. It seemed they'd only rested. Pa.s.sion flared again. She smacked Kayla's a.s.s-whether to encourage or rebuke her, she didn't give a d.a.m.n anymore.

They watched together as Mike and Joe rose from the couch without leaving their wives' bodies. They turned as one, lowering the women to their knees on the floor, bent over the seat of the couch they now faced. Kate looked toward Morgan and they both smiled as their husbands f.u.c.ked them hard, fast and perfectly.

The best friends reached out, lacing their fingers on top of the center cus.h.i.+on.

As if they felt that connection, Joe and Mike growled in unison. Their knuckles turned white where they gripped their wives' a.s.ses. Buried to the hilt, they sprayed their s.e.m.e.n as deep as possible into their women.

Devon sighed as she thought about how perfect it would be if both women conceived after today's session. Being a part of building their family seemed fitting. After all, they'd shared one of the most personal experiences of her life and enhanced it with their presence.

The two couples stretched out, Mike and Kate lying on the couch and Joe and Morgan snuggled on the floor in front of it. Both men cradled their wives, angled toward the mattress where her and Kayla had interlocked.

"Have one more in you?" Kay sipped at the light perspiration sheening the skin behind her ear. "Come on, Dev. I know you do."

They writhed together, their p.u.s.s.ies rubbing against each other as if they'd done this a million times before. The jewelry in Kayla's hood nudged Devon's c.l.i.t. Metal beads ran across her hypersensitive flesh. The bar linking the nodules pressed and rolled her engorged nub.

Devon gasped.

"Now you see why I like them so much. They're not just pretty. They're functional." Kayla gathered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and used them to paint circles over Devon's chest. When they both needed more, Kay stretched to her full length, proffering one of the mounds to Devon.

Without altering the flowing motion of her hips, she fed her breast into Dev's gaping mouth. Devon couldn't stop herself from suckling the tight peak or playing with the hoop piercing the darker tissue there. Having something soft yet heavy in her mouth while Kay stroked every inch of her body calmed her, allowing her to focus on the ecstasy spiraling higher inside her once more.

"Yeah." Kayla grunted, then slid her hand beneath Devon's head. Her friend clasped her close to her heart, granting no quarter, though Devon would never have asked for any. She mashed their pelvises together faster and faster, her a.s.s shaking in the seductive motion shared by all rutting animals.

Devon surrendered to Kayla, allowed herself to be used as a warm body for Kay to slake her l.u.s.t on. In the process, she gleaned plenty of pleasure for herself.

She tried to warn Kayla that she was losing control. The breast filling her mouth with sweet warmth prevented her from uttering anything intelligible.

Kay seemed to understand regardless. "Yes. Yes. Come with me, Devon. One more time."

Kayla froze, then resumed her humping double-time. She came on top of Devon, her p.u.s.s.y kissing Devon's with the force of her o.r.g.a.s.m. Dev feared she might have lost the thread of her arousal in the wake of the awe of beholding such a tremendous release.

Until she felt the stroking of six masculine hands over her arms, legs and anywhere else James, Neil and Dave could reach. Someone tapped the sweet spot on her neck and she was a goner. She spasmed beneath Kayla's weight, nearly throwing the limp woman across the room with the force of her seizing.

Pa.s.sion overwhelmed her, leaving her nerves ragged and exposed. She whimpered, thras.h.i.+ng and caught in the throes of rapture so strong it scared her. When she cried out, a rea.s.suring kiss landed on her mouth.

James gathered her to him, pacifying her as every muscle in her body twitched then died. Boneless, she allowed him and Neil to sandwich her between them. Kayla pressed between Neil's back and Dave's front. Their fingers still linked, they drifted for quite some time.

Minutes or maybe hours later, Devon heard rustling from the direction of the couch. When she lifted her head to check out the situation, her gaze met Kayla's. Her friend smiled, a little timid, then nuzzled into her husband's arm. "Still alive?"

"I think so." Devon couldn't stop her blush. Could things be normal between them? What would change in the aftermath of their exchange? "Are we good?"

"You're f.u.c.king terrific." Mike grunted following a smack, likely Kate reprimanding his smarta.s.sery in such a critical moment.

Devon couldn't thank him enough. Both women exchanged a grin.

"You know, I think he's right." Devon beamed. "We were amazing. Thank you."

"Anytime. I loved every minute. It's so different. Soft, gentle... I'd almost forgotten how good it could be." Kay sighed. "I was so afraid you'd freak. Change your mind. After that, I couldn't handle it if you were grossed out or things got weird."

"Me either." Tears stung Devon's eyes. d.a.m.n, she'd done enough of that lately.

"If it fits, it can't be wrong." James rained Eskimo kisses on her nose.

"That's what he said," Kayla murmured. Being half-asleep didn't thwart her bad joke.

"Yes. Yes, I did." Dave made her giggle as he cuddled her close, both of them resting in the arms of their beloved mate after sharing their needs and granting the other permission to find what they could not provide personally.

Devon couldn't imagine a deeper expression of love than that.

Unless it was the serenity she felt when her guys bundled her between them, whispering how well she did, how s.e.xy she was and how much they adored her. Now and always.

Nothing she could say could communicate the love exploding from her heart.

"It's okay, baby." Neil kissed her temple. "We know. Same goes."

"Ditto." James laid his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. "Love you. Even if you are going to give me a f.u.c.king heart attack if you keep getting me that worked up."

"I love you, too." She sighed into the dusk falling over their shared s.p.a.ce. "All of you."

And much later, when they snacked on leftovers of the decadent birthday cake Morgan had slaved over, Mike didn't wince. Not even when he devoured the thickest section of the frosting.

Epilogue.

Two and a half weeks later, Kate emerged from the bathroom of her renovated home with Mike so close he might be glued to her backside. She rubbed one hand in a circle low on her belly and grinned. It was the sort of s.h.i.+t-eating variety reserved for winning the lotto or telling someone you've just gotten engaged. Or...

Morgan perked up, wondering if she had it right. The rest of the crew had a.s.sumed the pair was in the powder room for a quickie, but she had a feeling...

Besides, they'd been far too quiet for that.

Everyone held their breath.

"I'm pregnant."

No one noticed the tight smile Morgan and Joe exchanged. If they caught the tears falling from the corner of her eyes, they would a.s.sume they were manufactured by joy, not sadness. Because she hadn't shared the news they'd received when their tests had come back from the doctor yesterday. Hadn't quite finished processing it really.

Joe was sterile.