Morgan's Surprise: Powertools, Book 2 (8 page)

Neil didn’t seem to be able to resist the dual assault. His head dropped onto James’s shoulder, and he shuddered as he emptied himself into the condom he wore. The sight of his surrender ratcheted her arousal higher. The moment Neil began to go soft in her and withdrew, she writhed on the table. Her sweltering gaze met Joe’s.

“You.” She couldn’t quite catch her breath. “I need you. Buried deep. Now.”

Joe groaned then glanced toward Dave. She squinted at her boyfriend’s best friend and saw what Joe did. The tendons in Dave’s neck stood out as he practically strangled his cock in his white-knuckled grip.

He wasn’t going to endure much longer.

“We could fuck her together.” Dave’s gruff suggestion hung in the air.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Joe petted the stray wisps of hair from her face.

“No.” She grimaced.

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“And you’re not really into the idea.” Even Dave could see through her brave face. “No worries, love.

Each of us has our limits.”

“You can fuck me.” James turned in Neil’s arms to face Dave. “It’s been a while.”

“Can we try something else first?” Morgan couldn’t believe she’d spoken up. Her face flamed.

All four men seemed to take a step closer, eager to hear her suggestion. “Can’t I take you both…”

She still had
some
shyness. She looked away.

But the crew knew what she meant.

“Fuck, yes.” Joe plucked her from the table, enfolding her in his arms. He kissed her while Dave grabbed a condom from the counter and rolled it on.

James gathered the remaining crumbles of cake and transferred them to the sink as best he could.

Dave hopped onto the table, reclining on his back. His cock pulsed, bobbing from where it lay on his abdomen. He collared the base with his fingers until it stood out perpendicular from his torso.

Joe deposited her on the table, placing her on her knees facing Dave’s feet. With one hand, he guided his best friend’s cock to her pussy. When it aligned with her opening, she sank onto her haunches, swallowing Dave to the root.

An unintelligible moan sounded below her. Dave’s fists pounded the table as she bowed, working him inside her fully. His toes curled at the end of the table.

Joe leaned on the furniture, testing his weight, but the solid oak didn’t even tremble. He crawled between her and Dave’s spread legs, pressing her to her back in the process. The full-body contact with Dave’s hard muscles and heated skin scorched her. He reached around to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples with light flicks while Joe got situated.

“Tell me if this hurts.” He stared into her eyes without moving until she bestowed her promise.

Then he traced the thick vein on the underside of Dave’s cock with his flared head until it led him straight to the heart of her pussy. He held his shaft down with two fingers, squeezing in beside his friend.

“Oh my God,” she screamed at the ultra-fullness pervading her pussy. The swollen tissue stretched.

The oversensitive walls simultaneously rebelled and craved more. Joe inched in further, fucking both her and Dave with tiny hitches of his hips. More than half of his length embedded in her.

“I think that’s as far as I can go.” His forehead rested on hers as he ravished her lips. “So fucking tight.”

Dave groaned below them. “Fuck. Need you to move. Fuck her. Fuck us.”

Joe needed it too. Morgan could see his fervor in the set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders.

Trapped between two infernos, she couldn’t help but catch on fire.

Joe locked his elbows, hovering over her in an obscene version of a push up. He began to rock inside her, tentative at first. Every time he shifted, all three of them moaned.

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James and Neil observed from between their legs at the foot of the table. James groaned at the sight.

“It’s like you’re stroking Dave’s balls with your cock, Joe.”

“I bet that feels un-fucking-believable,” Neil muttered with envy.

“Does.” Dave shuddered beneath her. “Harder, Joe.”

He looked to Morgan for confirmation.

“Do it.” She cried out when he thrust in deep. “I can’t take much more.”

“She’s stretched so tight around you.” Neil and James kept a running commentary, making all three of them suffer as they strained toward the promise of pleasure greater than any they’d known before.

The table rocked when Joe began to really pump inside her. Dave grabbed her hips and thrust from below. The two cocks inside her rubbed and slipped against each other. Morgan stopped thinking and lost herself in a universe comprised only of senses—the feel of them fucking her into oblivion, the sound of their grunts and moans, the smell of their arousal mixed with the lingering flavor of the chocolate cake.

All of it combined to detonate a violent reaction. Before she could say anything, before she could even prepare herself, her orgasm crashed through her. She convulsed around the men fucking her, dragging them with her in a shared release of epic proportions. Dave stiffened first, filling the condom inside her with pulse after pulse of come.

Her climax continued to drown her with waves of pure pleasure. Joe breathed a lungful of air into her constricted chest as he blew out a massive sigh, ending on a strangled groan. Hot jets of semen burst from his cock, splattering into the depths of her pussy and coating the latex barrier between them and Dave.

His orgasm seemed to drag on for hours, just as hers did.

And then the world faded to black.

When she recovered, Morgan was cradled in Joe’s arms on the floor of her shower. Warm water began to cascade over them but neither had the energy to make a move for the soap.

“Welcome back, cupcake.”

“Hi.” She kissed his neck.

“How do you feel?” Joe’s question sounded scratchy from the strain of his earlier shouts.

“Never better.” She lay boneless in his grip. “You?”

She held her breath. It was the moment of truth. How would he feel now that they’d acted out the fantasy?

How weird would things be?

“Sublime. But I think we’ve only just begun, Morgan.” He smiled against her damp hair. “Happy birthday.”

Grateful for the droplets of water beading on his chest, she let the moisture seep from the corners of her eyes. The happiest tears she’d ever shed.

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Epilogue

Sunday evening had arrived far too fast. The best weekend of Morgan’s life was now history, though she would bet there were plenty more coming to rank high on her list. She ran past the crew, as they lounged on her couch, studying the sports highlights on TV, to answer a familiar knock at her door.

“You’re back.” She squashed Kate in a fierce hug. If it hadn’t been for her best friend, none of this would have happened. But, before she could drag the woman somewhere private to dish, she caught the look on Kate’s face. “Wow, even happier than when you left. I didn’t think that was possible.”

Kate wiggled the fingers of her left hand in front of Morgan’s nose. A high-pitched double-squee turned four heads from the living room. Mike covered his ears then squeezed past the women as they bounced and giggled some more. The glow of Kate’s smile nearly matched the glint from her gorgeous diamond ring.

“I’m so happy for you. Truly.” Morgan hugged her best friend until she squeaked. “But…”

“What?” Kate angled her head.

Morgan grimaced at the shadow dimming her friend’s enthusiasm. “Nothing. Sorry—”

“No, please. Don’t do that. Tell me what you’re really thinking.”

“It’s just…” Morgan lowered her voice then peeked over Kate’s shoulder to where Joe leaned his hip against the counter. The crew took turns slapping Mike on the back and offering their congratulations.

“Isn’t this all sort of quick? You’ve only known him a few months. How do you know it’ll last?”

As though he could sense her stare, Joe turned. Their eyes met, and his gaze intensified. A corresponding thrill ran through her veins. Could this be the real thing? A forever-after kind of love?

How could it not be?

“You knew Craig all your life. But deep down, you understood it would never last,” Kate whispered.

“It’s kind of like that, but opposite. When he’s the one, you know. Time doesn’t matter.”

Joe winked then held out his hand as though their thirty seconds apart had seemed as long to him as it did to her. She ached to feel his fingers surrounding hers, sheltering her with their calloused strength.

Without him, she felt incomplete.

“You’re right.” Morgan hugged Kate one more time. “Congratulations.”

“Right back at you. Looks like you had a busy weekend.”

The women laughed as they rejoined the crew in the other room. Joe’s arm came around Morgan’s shoulder, welcoming her into the heat and laughter they all shared.

It felt perfect.

And she knew.

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About the Author

Jayne Rylon’s stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Her writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.

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Kate’s Crew

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Sultry summer heat has nothing on the five-man crew renovating the house next door. No one could blame Kate for leaning out the window for a better view of the manscape. The nasty fall that follows isn’t part of her fantasy—but the man who saves her from splattering the sidewalk is definitely the star.

When Mike personally attends to her injuries, she realizes her white knight in a hard hat has a tender side, giving her no choice but to surrender to the lust that’s been arcing between them since day one. In the aftermath of the best sex of her life, she whispers her most secret desire: to be ravaged by his crew.

She never expected Mike would dare her to take what she wants—or that the freedom to make her most decadent desires come true could be the foundation for something lasting…

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Kate’s Crew: Where the hell had Mike disappeared to? Kate shouldn’t care, but she did. She scolded herself when she scanned the yard for the tenth time that minute. She’d spent the morning trying to ignore his insufferable smirk, as he strutted around the site, while mentally reciting all the reasons she couldn’t accept his unconventional proposition.

Despite this morning’s wake-up call, affairs weren’t her style. The unwise urge to prevent him from walking away after one sweaty liaison had almost overwhelmed her sense of self-preservation. Instead, she’d driven her hand beneath her thigh to keep from reaching out to tug him into bed for another romp following his shower. She couldn’t risk getting any more involved. No matter how she prayed she could change, she would always want more—something lasting.

The thunk of her forehead hitting the sheetrock patch she’d finished installing an hour ago almost drowned out her sigh. Her cell phone vibrated, alerting her to an incoming text message. Every hypersensitive nerve in her body jumped to attention.

She flipped open the phone. Mike.

Meet me in our laundry room. Come in through the garage. Quiet. Quick.

Ignoring his command would be prudent. Also impossible.

Kate sprinted along the hall then took the stairs two at a time before racing out the rear entrance. She hopped the low stone wall dividing their properties then snuck into the neighboring garage like a cat burglar working a world-class heist.

Her hand brushed the doorknob leading from the car bay into the house, where the washer and drier would one day go, but she got drawn inside before she could turn it. Mike’s powerful arms surrounded her,

pressing her spine to his taut abdomen. The ridge of his constant hard-on fit in the valley of her ass, covered only by the thin material of her Capri sweats and her thong.