Nailed to the Wall: Powertools, Book 5 (12 page)

Mike groaned into Kate’s mouth while Morgan unbuckled his belt. With the leather free, nothing held the fabric over his slim hips. Jeans crumpled at their feet. Devon couldn’t stay still a moment longer. She abandoned her perch at the bar and stepped behind Mike.

She plastered herself against his back, her hands reaching around to roam over his defined chest while she hugged him from behind. If nothing else, she hoped he realized how much she appreciated the family he’d built and invited her to join. Because of this man, their construction foreman and the head of their gang, they’d each found a place where their individual and collective needs were met.

A row of kisses down his spine made him shiver in her hold. Or maybe his reaction was caused by Morgan and Kayla descending in front of him, stroking, licking and nibbling as they sank to their knees in unison. Having such a strong man in their clutches, causing his legs to wobble with their attention, sent a rush of adrenaline through Devon’s veins.

She smacked his ass playfully yet hard enough to sting. She liked the evidence left behind in the form of her glowing handprint. It looked so small on his firm butt.

“Behave yourself, shorty.” He grinned over his shoulder.

Whatever else he might have threatened dissolved into a gurgle. Devon craned her neck around his ribs to see what had caused such a guttural cry. Kate’s lips were nestled against the base of his cock while Kayla massaged his balls.

When his wife pulled off his shaft, pressing a kiss to the tip, she wrapped her fist around it and aimed it toward Morgan. “Go ahead.”

Kate’s best friend whimpered. She looked at Kate, then Mike, then his cock.

They all held their breath.

“Now or never,” she whispered before opening her mouth and leaning forward. Kate guided Mike’s cock between her lips.

Tense, she choked a little. Devon laid a hand on her shoulder and kneaded the knot there. As Morgan relaxed, she took more of the foreman into her mouth. Soon her lips rested on Kate’s knuckles.

Mike cursed. “Jesus, that’s sweet. You’re amazing. All of you. Hope you don’t expect me to last like this.”

Devon giggled as she angled herself more toward his side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She suspected the gesture had more to do with keeping his balance than embracing her, though she didn’t begrudge him the assistance.

Kate and Morgan took turns laving, sucking and stroking Mike’s cock while Kayla perfected the motion of her relentless fingers over his sac. Devon felt like she should help, but even when Mike widened his stance, she didn’t have any room to maneuver.

The next time Morgan descended on Mike, Kate glanced up. “Dev, let Kay suck on your fingers for a minute.”

Turned on beyond belief, she wasn’t about to argue. She extended her hand without question. Her friend smiled before taking the digits into her mouth. Devon couldn’t help but squirm when Kay’s wet tongue snaked around her knuckles, slathering them with saliva and making zillions of nerve endings stand at attention.

“Oh yeah, not so tough now, are you?” Mike squeezed her tight to his torso. “That’s fucking hot. Shit.”

She retaliated by scraping her teeth over his nipple. The tight disc couldn’t have been in a better position for her to reach. He released a long, low moan. His head tipped back, and she saw his lips moving out of the corner of her eye as if he prayed for stamina or maybe thanked the stars for shining such good fortune on them.

Kate let him suffer while she relieved Morgan. In between their active duty, the women licked and nipped his abdomen or studied their friend as they imparted pleasure. Kayla never faltered in her dual manipulation of Mike’s balls and Devon’s fingers. She was an expert after all.

Next time Morgan nudged Kate from their shared treat, the foreman’s wife developed an evil grin. “Enough, Kay. I think they’re ready.”

Devon glanced between Kayla, Kate and Mike. Could she mean…?

“Yeah.” Kate nodded. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. Mike might prefer to be the one doing the fucking, but when I use my fingers on him while blowing him… Let’s just say the results are pretty spectacular.”

“Fuck me.” Mike swayed. Together they managed to brace him.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point.” Kayla rubbed the side of his ass closest to her. She filled her palm with the solid muscle and gently pulled it toward her.

“You can find his prostate?” Kate smirked up at Devon.

“You have met my guys, right?” She rolled her eyes. “I might have done this once or twice before.”

“I knew you were the right woman for the job.” Kate entrusted her husband’s satisfaction to Devon. She resumed licking him as if he were the best-tasting lollipop in the world.

“Be gentle with me,” Mike half-teased. The corners of his mouth pinched at the first glancing contact of her fingertip sliding along his crack.

“Promise.” She suckled his chest lightly while she traced his puckered hole with slow circles, painting Kayla’s spit over the entrance.

“Her hands are miniature.” Morgan petted his corded thigh. “You probably won’t even realize she’s inside you.”

His huff when Devon pressed inward, breaching the tight ring of muscle guarding his ass, proclaimed otherwise.

“Or not.” Morgan chuckled before engulfing him once more.

“That’s right, Mike. Let Devon in. She’s going to make you feel so good,” Kate murmured to her husband.

“Already is.” He grunted. “All of you are. Always do.”

“We love you too.” Kayla nuzzled his hip.

Devon took advantage of his distraction to penetrate completely. As she moved, he began to relax, loosen, allowing her to angle her hand. She stroked in and out, curling her fingers into the come-hither shape that usually did the trick for James and Neil.

She knew she had it right when he cursed a blue streak and twitched his hips first forward, then back hard. His cock slipped from Morgan’s lips with a wet smack. Kate was quick to welcome him into her mouth again, sucking with enough pressure to hollow her cheeks.

Devon rubbed Mike’s chest and belly to calm him as she continued to prod the chestnut-sized organ in time to his wife’s quickening migrations up and down his solid shaft.

“Are you going to be a good boy and come for us?” Morgan impressed Devon with her schoolmarm act. “You know we like it when you show us how much we turn you on.”

“Holy. Shit. Holy shit.” Dave stutter-stepped as he entered the room, naked as always once inside. “Sign me up for the next turn. I know what I want for my birthday, and Christmas. Every year. Until I die.”

“What the fu—” Joe crashed into him from behind. He peeked over Dave’s shoulder, then growled, “Son of a bitch. Me too.”

James skirted around them for a better view of the action. “I could get into that. I think it should be a new crew tradition. Whoever’s celebrating can be the center of attention.”

“I wanna party. A lot.” Neil didn’t stop with the rest of his friends. He barreled toward the action like a young boy cannonballing into a lake on the first day of summer vacation.

“Funny you should say that.” Kayla grinned up at them from her place at Mike’s feet. “We sort of decided something similar.”

“Can we…talk…about…it later?” Mike’s chest heaved between each forced phrase.

Dave approached from behind. He looped his arms around Mike’s middle, supporting his friend without interrupting Devon’s devilish handiwork.

“That good, huh?” Dave grinned. “It’s not every day you come apart like this, foreman. You’ve got quite an audience now. Why don’t you show us what a fucking lucky bastard you are?”

Devon could feel energy sparking through the room, arcing in glowing connections between each of the nine of them in every possible permutation. She knew right then they’d made the right choice. Having all of them together made this so much…more.

Mike didn’t stand a chance.

She tapped his prostate in a syncopated rhythm Neil had taught her to drive James wild. It worked just as well on their boss.

Neil and James chanted encouragement to her as the other guys did the same for their wives. In less than a minute, Mike shouted. His fists balled as though he struggled to keep from exploding. He thrust his hips into the air, his ass clenching around her fingers. Then he shook in Dave’s hold like he’d grabbed the exposed end of a live 220 wire.

“Fuck, yes.” Neil encouraged him. “Shoot all over them. Make them yours. Ours.”

Only then did Devon realize Kate, Morgan and Kayla had huddled together, their faces side by side. Mike’s cock had tugged from their lips with his involuntary shudders.

Slipping her hand from his body, she joined her friends in a semi-circle. Dave helped ensure each of them received at least one spurt of his come, adorning them with the results of their hard work.

When the foremen went limp, Dave allowed him to succumb to gravity, easing their weight onto the floor. He cradled his friend through the final throes of his rapture.

The rest of the crew descended on their women. Joe nearly tackled Morgan, who’d taken the brunt of Mike’s orgasm. He snuffed the flicker of doubt Devon caught in her eyes when he kissed her madly, pausing only to lick her chin and neck clean.

James and Neil swarmed Devon. They had her feeling a little like a bone between two dogs when they both attempted to devour the droplets of Mike’s semen on her cheeks.

The delicacy didn’t last long. The guys had moved on, demonstrating exactly how much they’d enjoyed the scene they’d walked in on, when Kate’s voice rose above the din caused by a cacophony of moans, sighs and pleas.

“Hang on a minute.” She shushed their objections. “While you boys were outside playing, we decided it’s time to take things up a notch.”

The crew shot each other a round of worried looks.

“What could be more intense than that?” Neil nudged Mike with his foot. The foreman groaned, then shifted, his heavy eyelids rising slowly. “I think you might have killed him.”

“Ladies, move over one couple to your right.”

Devon kissed each of her guys on the cheek, laughing at the stunned expressions on their faces. “Have fun. See you in a bit.”

She extricated herself from their limbs, regretting the loss of their heat, their touch, their love for a second. Until she sank into Joe’s open arms, straddling his thighs. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He looked to Morgan for permission.

“It’s all right.” She smiled. “Probably only fair since I just gave your best friend a killer blowjob.”

“Ohmigod.” He clapped his hand over his mouth, but not before the rest of the guys ragged on him.

“What are you, a thirteen-year-old girl?” James cracked up.

“Hey, cut him some slack.” Mike perked up as Kayla snuggled beside him on the carpet. “I can promise these ladies will make you forget your own name. Never mind that you’re a grown man who should have some fucking pride.”

“You held out longer than I thought you would, if that’s any consolation,” Morgan teased from her place in Dave’s clutches.

Neil lifted Kate into his arms. “I hope you don’t mind if I take you someplace a little more comfortable?”

“Suit up first.” She jerked her chin toward the condom stash. “Anyone who’s with Morgan has to wear one too.”

“Are we supposed to use all of those?” His eyes got round.

“Maybe eventually.” She laughed. “But hopefully we’ll be pregnant long before then and we won’t need to bother anymore.”

“Good plan.” Neil tossed two packets to each of the guys. He sheathed first James, then himself in record time. When he finished, he glanced over at Mike, who began to rouse from the daze they’d knocked him into. “Get on that, buddy, would you?”

“Sure, sure.” He waved them off.

Kate giggled when Neil scooped her up once more. She trailed her fingers down his neck. “Coming, James?”

“I have a tiny bit more control than that, Katiebug.”

Devon smiled as her guys toyed with her friend. James had told her once about how Kate had really cemented the crew together in the beginning. She would never forget that Kate had eased James’s lingering worries about his sexuality and granted him acceptance to grow into the man he was today. Though they’d always been best friends, the guys had benefited from the women they’d pulled into their group, who had provided the extra emotional something they hadn’t realized they were missing.

If it hadn’t been for Kate, Devon suspected their group might have fractured or drifted apart. They’d grown so much. Shared so much. It was impossible to separate them anymore.

“Shh…” Joe’s hush made her wonder if she’d actually whimpered for her pair. “We’ll go with your guys. You can play voyeur if you want.”

As if settling on a plan, the crewmembers each embraced their new partner and claimed a spot in the adjoining space. Neil and James had laid out Kate on the couch. James supported her shoulders while Neil pressed her knees apart. He burrowed between her thighs, intent on tasting her.

Dave sat in the loveseat with Morgan straddling his lap. She left room for him to roll purple latex over his thick erection. When he finished, she snuggled close to his broad chest. He kissed her cheek and spoke in a soothing murmur. Too low for Devon to make out exactly what he was saying, the general rumble of his bass sounded nice to her.