Kayla's Gift: Powertools, Book 3 (7 page)

“That’s a good girl.” Neil petted her ass until she stopped clenching.

The pressure eased, morphing from too much to just right. “Yes!”

Kayla rotated her hips in a tiny circle, desperate to build friction on the tight knot of her clit. The motion caused Dave’s blunt head to nudge ultra-sensitive nerve endings deep in her pussy. They both groaned when she strangled the base of his cock with the ring of muscles at her entrance.

Dave gave the silver hoops in her nipples a few playful flicks with the calloused tip of his finger before cupping her shoulders and bringing her close to his chest once more. The pounding of his heart ricocheted through her right breast.

“You’re so beautiful, so right, I wonder if I’m still dreaming,” Dave whispered against her lips between soft, sweet kisses. “I had the most amazing dream of you last night. Do you want to hear it?”

“Yes.” She stared into his eyes, deeper, darker now that arousal swamped him.

“Later, kids.” James skid next to them like a baseball player stealing home in a world-championship game. “Look what I found.”

He rattled the cardboard box containing the tube of unused lubricating jelly she’d gotten for free with one of the toy orders she’d placed online. She hadn’t needed it with her neon-pink vibrator.

“Good work.” Neil consumed his lover’s mouth as he transferred his bounty. “Maybe if you’re nice, I’ll find some other uses for this later.”

“Mmm.” James shivered beside her.

Kayla broke from Dave’s mouth with one last, lingering kiss. She grinned when he winked and nodded. They reached out together. Her hand landed high on James’s thigh. Between the pressure she added to the svelte muscles there and Dave’s grip on James’s waist, they positioned him where they preferred.

She bent toward her prize, engulfing his proud cock in one bold swoop. His balls dragged across Dave’s parted lips. A small spurt of precome landed on her tongue when Dave opened wide to lave the

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bunched skin of James’s tight sac with the flat of his tongue. He must have done a good job. More salty fluid oozed from James’s cock.

Kayla savored the treat as pleasure eradicated what little inhibition she possessed.

“That’s it,” Neil coached her as autopilot took control of her body. She ground herself on Dave’s cock, fucking him with tiny strokes that focused the ridges of his cock precisely where they did the most good. The walls of her pussy gripped his thick shaft.

“Are you going to come, baby?” Dave tilted his face to alert the men surrounding her to the early warning signs. “Come on my cock. Come on Neil’s fingers. Come with James in your mouth.”

Pressure built in her tummy. It rose like mercury in a thermometer on the hottest day of the year until she couldn’t restrain the sensations overcoming her reason. She should wait—enjoy the anticipation.

Wallow in rapture.

When Dave rolled his hips, increasing contact with her clit and Neil slipped a third finger in her ass, they defeated her. She screamed around James’s erection, sucking him hard and fast in time to the contractions rippling her pussy around Dave.

Three strong partners held her up, grounded her, kept her from flying into space as her climax threatened to rip her apart. Pleasure smashed into her with reverberations that didn’t seem to end. It slowed but kept pulsing in her core as Dave settled into a steady rhythm of thrusts from below that Neil matched in counterpoint.

“Hold on to it, Kay.” James wove his fingers through her hair, positioning her where he pleased as he fucked her mouth. “Focus on the feeling. Grow it, keep it, tend it until it blossoms inside you again and again. You can do it. Ride the euphoria. Over and over. I’ve seen Morgan and Kate do it. Makes me wish I were a woman.”

She didn’t have a choice as their decadent stamina kept them hard and intent on satisfying her. They filled her with more desire than she could have imagined possible as recently as yesterday.

A particularly hard stroke from Dave sent her careening into another blast of bliss.

“Yes, yes,” James chanted as he fed her his cock. “Just like that. Again, Kay.”

The wet sounds of Dave tending to James’s sac rushed to her brain, setting her off. A flood of come dripped from her soaked opening, saturating Dave’s balls.

“There you go.” Neil’s fingers were forced from her ass by the rejuvenated convulsion of every fiber of her being. When he replaced them, they felt larger.

She whimpered around James’s cock, inspiring a shudder from the man in her mouth.

“Keep going, Kayla.” James rubbed her back, soothing even as he enflamed. Between the guys, six hands caressed her all over, driving her insane. “You’ll come again when he penetrates you. Fills you.”

She almost felt guilty for stealing James’s fun. His reverent murmurs kept her from fearing the bite of pain she’d always experienced in the past. None of the crew would hurt her.

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“You’re ready.” James moaned when the head of Neil’s cock began to sink into her tense hole. “Push out now, keep breathing. Long and slow, sweetheart.”

Kayla surrendered to their guidance. She let herself experience as her mind obeyed their commands without processing them. A swell of rapture carried her away when the mushroom head of Neil’s cock breached the last of her resistance. He plunged inside, her ass swallowing him whole.

She shuddered in between Dave and Neil, packed, coming apart over and over just as James had promised. Her orgasms lingered and merged into one seamless expression of pure euphoria.

“Ah, yes.” James crooned. “Like that. Just like that.”

He slipped from her slack jaw, his expanded cock slapping Dave’s chin. When she struggled to reclaim him, she ended up rubbing her lips over his shaft. The motion created a sandwich out of her and Dave’s mouths, which slathered sloppy kisses on James’s erection while he thrust between their eager lips and tongues.

Kayla stared into Dave’s eyes as they delivered pleasure to his friend. She thought she read more than lust in the depths of his gaze but her ecstasy-hazed brain could have imagined it.

Neil pillaged her rear, invading deeper with every fluid glide while James fucked their faces, the tip of his cock poking into either her or Dave’s mouth on occasion. When it did, they sucked hard, drawing grunts from the slighter man at their side.

Dave’s eyes rolled when Neil picked up the pace of his shuttling cock. The motion caressed Dave through the thin membrane inside her, eliciting a series of curses, pleas and groans from them all. She couldn’t survive much more of this perpetual bliss.

The three men jammed her full—pussy, ass, mouth, heart and soul. Their genuine caring and commitment to gifting each other, including her, with as much pleasure as possible caused yet another burst of desire to obliterate her reasoning.

She rocked backward, enhancing each of Dave’s and Neil’s thrusts while increasing the frequency of the flickers of her tongue, which brushed along the head of James’s cock. Dave’s hard-on swelled impossibly inside her. Neil choked her hips in a bruising grip.

They pounded inside her, racing for the finish line.

James watched them all through slitted eyes, his long eyelashes dragging on his flushed cheeks.

“Now.”

His shout shattered the spell like a sonic boom. He threw back his head and groaned.

“Fuck, yes.” Neil’s abdomen slapped her ass a few more times then froze, impaling himself deep within her. “Now.”

Dave roared a moment before molten liquid flooded her pussy. He consumed the strands of semen erupting from James’s cock as he gifted her with jet after jet of his own pearly come. Neil surrendered,

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depositing his release into her ass. The proof of their satisfaction singed her, triggering one last tsunami of passion.

She writhed between Dave and James, crying out her appreciation. Neil withdrew his softening cock from her body and collapsed on the floor behind his mate. She didn’t realize she mewled, her body shuddering with the remnants of passion, until all three men began to soothe her. Dave rolled to his side, facing his friends, cradling her close to his bellowing chest.

“You’re fine, Kay. Don’t panic.” He panted into her hair with rough breaths. “Overwhelmed, that’s all. Let it fade. Relax. Float down slow. We have all day. You were amazing. Did great.”

She tried to settle but the lingering twinges of her ass and pussy sent sparks up her spine, jolting her back to the intensity of their encounter, time after time. James slithered down her torso, petting her, calming her. He tapped her hip, pressing until she rolled to her back.

The twisting motion dislodged Dave’s cock—impressive even half-hard.

Come dribbled from her enlarged pussy, running into the seam of her cheeks. The rivulet of fluid triggered another arc of electricity to ping her over-sensitized clit.

“No more.” She moaned and scrunched her eyes closed.

Dave cupped her cheek and placed tender kisses at the corner of her mouth until she turned, accepting his gentle distraction. He held her immobile when James descended, cleaning her, pacifying her with tender laps of the flat of his tongue.

Kayla squealed and tried to evade the initial intensity. Neil and Dave rubbed her arms, her chest and her belly until the overstimulation melted into something delicious.

She sighed as she went boneless in their grips.

James sipped the last of their fluids from her pussy and ran his tongue over the glazed portal of her ass, until all scraps of tension abandoned her body. He laid his cheek on her belly and surrendered, as though savoring his own colossal relief.

She might be sore for a week, but it had been worth it.

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Chapter Six

Kayla snatched her apron from the magnetic hook on her refrigerator and tied the string in the back before preparing her grandmother’s famous chicken soup along with extra salty-caramel hot chocolate for dinner. The guys would probably appreciate the heat.

She glanced out the window over the sink and giggled as they chased each other around the driveway, which they’d spent the last few hours clearing, embroiled in a massive snowball fight. Damn, they looked more scrumptious than the meal she assembled as they ran, dodged, tackled and shouted. Their open coats and soaked jeans would chill quickly in the setting sun.

The storm had passed sometime during the night. A little more than two feet of fluffy white precipitation had added up. After a few hours lounging around, telling stories of the years they’d known each other and asking about her history, the three men had paced the cabin, stir crazy.

Accustomed to physical exertion, they didn’t do well idle.

She’d hinted at a million naughty ways to pass the time. If they noticed her innuendo, they’d done a brilliant job of hiding it. By mid-afternoon they’d decided to shovel the deck and porch to relieve the weight from the structure. They hadn’t stopped until tidy paths led from the house to the generator and to the wood shed. The entire driveway had been cleared too.

The soup pot began to bubble, demanding her attention.

Not long after she’d dropped in chunks of onion and carrots, the back door opened and a racket the likes of which her little house had never known pre-crew echoed through her laundry room. Boots clattered to the hardwood floor. Curses followed when clumps of snow landed on bare skin.

“Leave everything in there and I’ll wash it,” she shouted over the ruckus of three men in a tiny room.

“Thanks, Kay.” Neil grinned as he emerged first, chaffing his arms. “I’m gonna grab a shower.

Fucking freezing.”

“If you’re cold, please put some clothes on. You don’t have to be naked all the time because I’m a naturist.” She peeked over her shoulder at James and Dave, who followed shortly after their friend.

“Just don’t check out my package for a few minutes, all right?” Dave cupped his palm over his crotch.

He grinned as he strode to her bar and kicked out a stool.

James disappeared with Neil. The patter of the shower kicked on a few seconds later.

“Aprons don’t count as clothes?” Dave gave a low whistle when she spun toward her meal in progress. White canvas framed her ass, putting it on display for the man lounging at the counter.

“Safety first.” She winked at him as she passed by, intending to retrieve a lid from the storage space beneath the bar.

He snagged her around the waist and drew her to his side. His broad hands surrounded her cheeks, his fingers massaging the back of her head as he kissed her with a double dose of sugar and a hint of spice.

“What was that for?” She sighed, her heart skipping a beat.

“Your apron says, ‘Kiss the cook!’”

She glanced down at her chest and laughed. “I guess it does, doesn’t it?”

Was it too much to hope the easy familiarity they’d enhanced over the past day would last? The guys hadn’t touched her since their wake-up fun—which had led straight to a mid-morning nap—at least not with intent to set her non-existent panties on fire.

Were they showing her there was more to their friendship than sex, or had they already gotten all they wanted?