Nailed to the Wall: Powertools, Book 5 (15 page)

Devon smiled through her tears. Bundles of nerves unknotted in her gut. She savored Neil and James kissing her neck and the reassurance in Dave’s gaze as he presented his wife for their shared pleasure.

This time when their lips collided, it was with greater urgency. The soft, sweet swipes still rocked her world, different completely from the fierce claim one of the men would make on her mouth. Devon shivered when Kayla advanced, pressing their torsos more tightly together. The mounds of her friend’s breasts landed above hers.

Dev lowered her hands to Kayla’s waist, her fingers grasping at Kay’s tight ass, begging for what she wasn’t sure.

Mike groaned from behind them. “Give me a minute, Kate, or I’m going to lose it. Let me grab the feather bed from the closet for them. If I can still walk with this monster hard-on.”

Musical laughter accompanied the foreman’s grumbling. Kate always told them how much she loved to torment her husband. Driving him wild was one of the highlights of her life.

Kayla reclaimed Devon’s focus when the other woman planted her palms on Devon’s ass. Dev slung one thigh as high on Kay’s hip as she could, then hopped. The guys supported her as she clung to Kayla like a baby koala. Both of them moaned when their torsos aligned better.

“Shorty.” Kay nipped her chin, then licked a trail down Devon’s neck.

She might have been embarrassed about the slickness she painted across Kayla’s belly if the other woman hadn’t encouraged her to continue her gyrations with that unflinching grip on Devon’s rear.

A cool breeze wafted over them, followed by a dull thump that could only come from a thick feather mattress. She’d know that sound anywhere since they’d each agreed to purchase one for their living rooms after their partner-swapping session. They’d had enough of bruised knees and rug burns in critical areas when an innocent movie night turned into one of their smoking group sessions.

The pad bounced a little, knocking into James’s and Neil’s ankles. The guys tumbled backward onto the puffy surface with matching grunts. Lacking their support, Kayla tipped forward. They landed in a tangle of limbs. Dave piled on for fun, squishing Neil. He also rubbed his rock hard cock against his friend in the process, if their sighs and lusty oaths were any indication.

Kayla and Devon giggled at their antics. They laughed together even as they writhed, their bodies connected from toes to fingertips. Devon spread her legs wider, welcoming Kayla into the cradle of her thighs. The pressure of Kay’s pubic bone riding her mound surprised a whimper from her.

“Have you ever wondered about tribbing, Dev?” Kayla whispered in her ear.

“What?” She blushed. “I don’t know what that is.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.” Kayla rocked against her again. “It’s my favorite. Like this. Or scissoring.”

Devon didn’t care what she called it as long as Kay continued to inject pure pleasure into her veins. They reveled in their clinch, using every part of their bodies to communicate their longing.

“She feels great, doesn’t she?” James brushed stray hair from Devon’s forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “I love it when your eyes turn dark like this.”

“So amazing.” She gasped, and dragged her nails from Kay’s ass to her shoulders, begging her silently to move.

“More of that later,” Kayla promised with another kiss. Each of her touches showcased an economy of motion that concentrated passion to its purest extract. “First, I want to taste you. All of you.”

Devon’s pussy quivered at the idea. If Kayla ate her out half as well as she kissed, Dev might die of ecstasy overload before the afternoon was over. Because she admitted James had been knocked from that coveted
best kisser
spot by Kay.

Would she expect Devon to return the favor?

She wasn’t sure she was ready to be the aggressor yet. She had no skills. What if Kay had waited forever and Devon couldn’t deliver a satisfying experience?

“No pressure, Dev.” Kayla petted her belly. “It’s your first time. Let me make it good for you. Believe me, I’ll enjoy this as much as you.”

Kay didn’t hesitate. She licked a trail down Devon’s neck, torturing her with the measured glide of her lips across Dev’s collarbone. As though she had a map of all the most sensitive spots along her route, she detoured to every single one. One of the benefits to being with another woman, Devon supposed.

She recalled watching James suck Mike or how Joe could make Neil come in record time by jerking him off while riding him hard. It was clear the men fed off each other but also that they had a better understanding of how to push each other’s buttons.

Kayla had the same intrinsic knowledge of Devon’s anatomy. She put it to good use. Her fingertips fluttered over the peaks of Dev’s breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened pebbles without pinching them too tight.

Kay’s ideal manipulation had Devon’s chest swollen and aching for more contact. She bucked her hips against Kayla’s softly rounded tummy, moaning when her clit slid across the damp skin there.

“In good time, Dev.” Kayla continued her unhurried assault. “There’s no rush. Though, if you want to come, go ahead. We’ll feed off each other’s orgasms. It’s not like being with a man. Climaxing isn’t the end. It’s just a peak on the journey to the summit. I bet I could give you a dozen. And the same for you to me.”

“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 molasses,” Joe muttered to himself from the couch. He massaged 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, brushing their clits 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 pussy, 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 appetite 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 massage 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, refreshing air over the puffy tissue.

If Kay had latched on to her steaming pussy 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 pussy. 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 pussy.

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 pussy before lapping at the juices spilling freely from her core. Her nose nudged Devon’s clit as she buried her face and ate as though she were seated at a five-star restaurant.

“Damn,” Neil rasped. “She looks pretty fucking 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 cock. 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 pass a work of art. She’s relishing your taste. Her lips are so shiny. 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 clit. 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 pussy, 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 lust and satisfaction she’d inspired. She shifted, 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 pussy 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 passion 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 glassy-smooth motion of Kayla’s licking stuttered. She groaned against Devon’s pussy.

“Dave is playing with her,” James informed Devon with a strained whisper. “He’s dipping his fingers in her pussy and sucking on her clit. I’ve never seen her so eager before.”

Devon couldn’t believe it when another orgasm 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 passion 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 passion, 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 pussies on each other’s legs, searing heat to cool skin. Their hips rotated as they rubbed themselves on their friend.

“Mother of God.” Neil sounded as if he might pass out from excitement. “That’s the sexiest 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 clit over Devon’s mound. Another shift and they met, clit to clit.