Hunks, Hammers, and Happily Ever Afters

by Cari Quinn

  “It is.” But it was fast becoming his too.

  He shrugged out of his jacket and walked to his closet, aware of them watching him. Piece by piece, he discarded his clothes—drawing out the process of removing his watch and placing it carefully in its velvet lined spot in the top drawer of his dresser. The tie was carefully draped over the same hanger as the jacket, ready to be taken to the cleaners. He opened each button, slowly, aroused that not only was Hayley entranced by his show but he also had Max’s undivided attention. A tug on the cufflink on the right sleeve, then the left, he dropped them beside his watch before moving to his shirt. Their gazes followed him as he turned his back on them and strolled to the hamper, where he discarded the barely-soiled garment. A glance in the mirror showed Max was still watching, though his gaze was glued to Noah’s ass, a hunger in it that Noah didn’t dare analyze. His heart racing, his body heated and ready, he faced them, a hand casually on his fly. He flicked the button, undid the zipper and let the pants fall to his ankles. His cock ached as Hayley’s gaze fell to the bulge in his boxer briefs; his heart hurt when Max switched to watching Hayley instead. Thumbs hooked in the elastic waist band, he shimmied the briefs over his thighs and stepped out of them.

  Hayley caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze sweeping over his chest, his belly, and lingering on his erect cock. His cock jerked when her gaze lingered on his groin as if she’d physically touched him, then it drifted back up his body and rested on his face, her nipples had puckered, her breath had deepened and her eyes were dark pools of passion and need.

  He may have imagined Max’s latent desire, but Hayley wanted him, as surely as he wanted her.

  ~*~

  They stood there, side by side, staring down at her, their faces almost awestruck. She held out her hands, encouraging them to join her. They crawled on the bed, Noah beside her, Max however nudged her knees apart and crawled between her outstretched thighs. Noah played with her breasts, dipping his head over them to suckle, lick and lap. He rasped his teeth over the sensitive buds. When she arched into his mouth, Max toyed with her folds, parting them. He swirled his tongue over her clit...and drove her until she was shaking.

  The whole time Noah stroked her back, and kissed her hair, her forehead. He pinched and rolled the sensitive nipples between his fingers. Excitement rippled beneath her skin to every inch of her body, dove deeper in a fiery race to her pussy.

  “Stop teasing and fuck me, Max!”

  He grinned and reached for the condoms. “All you had to do was ask.”

  “Forget asking, I’m ordering you.”

  “Here’s an order for you. Get on your belly with your head by Noah’s dick.”

  Unable to stop her smile, she obeyed his instructions and went face to face with Noah’s thick veined cock. It might not have been as wide as Max’s, but it was at least as long. She curled her fingers and slid them along the shaft.

  “Use your mouth, Hayley. Suck him off.”

  She lowered her head, Noah’s musky scent filling her nostrils, and ran her tongue over his bulbous head. A gentle pressure pushed her lower until the shaft filled her mouth. She sucked on it lightly, her tongue teasing the length, earning a groan from Noah.

  Behind her, Max positioned his gloved cock at her entrance and eased himself in. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  “Are you looking for me to swoon and complain about how big you are?” Although in truth, he had one of the biggest cocks she’d seen. Not that she’d seen a lot, but Max was thick and long, and her pussy was being stretched wider than it had been before. And she loved it. But if she said that, it would it make Noah feel inadequate, which he had no reason to, because he put most of the other guys to shame too. The whole bit of having to worry about two male egos was going to be a balancing act.

  Hayley’s body tightened as yet another orgasm built with each stroke of Max’s cock. Yet every time she thought she was almost there, it would slip away. “I keep getting so close and then...it just disappears,” she whimpered.

  “It’s because you’re thinking too hard, just close your eyes and feel, Hayley,” Noah said quietly.

  “Hang on. I’ve got just the thing.” Max bounded off the bed and down the stairs. He returned seconds later with a black silk blindfold in one hand, along with a bottle of lube, and...was that a box of condoms?

  “Good thing Mom made me join the boy scouts – I’m always prepared.” He placed the lube and the box on the table beside Noah’s bed. “We planned to do this down in my bedroom, so we left all our supplies down there.”

  “Uh huh.” Now she wanted to see exactly what supplies they’d stocked. She had a feeling the blindfold was just the beginning. Which sent a very warm glow of anticipation through her.

  Max removed a half dozen condoms and dropped them on the table.

  “Okay, you’re either bragging or really hopeful.”

  “Hey, don’t underestimate a Moretti. Or McNaughton here.” He frowned. “Okay, let’s try this a little differently. Hayley, have you ever done anal before?”

  She nodded.

  “Okay, good. Noah, let’s trade places. Hayley, I’m going to lie down, and you’re going to ride me, okay? And then Noah’s going to come in from behind.”

  There was a shuffling and positioning and she found herself positioned over Max’s erect cock. “Okay, Noah, let’s blindfold her now.”

  Noah nodded. “Close your eyes, Hayley.”

  She lowered her lids, and the cool fabric covered them, cutting off the soft light. It tightened slightly as he fastened it so it wouldn’t slip.

  “Can you see anything?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Good.” The mattress dipped as he climbed back on. “Okay, sit down on Max, and then I’ll get you ready for me.”

  She eased herself over Max’s cock. This time he went in much more easily but holy crap she still felt completely stretched. “I’m not sure there’s going to be room for you too, Noah.”

  “It’ll hurt a bit at first, but then it’s going to blow your mind. You’re going to love it, Hayley. Trust us. We’re going to make it fantastic for you.”

  Noah pressed on her shoulders, until she lay flat over Max. Cool fingers trained over her cheeks. “You have the sweetest ass.”

  “Hey, that makes me self-conscious about mine.” Max stuck his lower lip out in a mock pout.

  “You’ve got a great ass too, Moretti. No body shaming here.” Noah’s hand slid over her ass to between her legs. From the way Max’s body clenched, he’d cupped Max’s ass too. “Nice firm buttocks. Just how I like ‘em.”

  He swatted Max’s ass. “Now stop distracting me or I’ll lube you up instead.”

  Once again he smoothed his hands over her ass, this time stroking a finger along the cleft in the center. “I’m going to add some lube to prepare you, okay?”

  “I know.”

  The finger returned and worked its way in. Another joined it. The whole time Max had his hand between them, playing with her clit. She breathed through the burn as Noah stretched her, forcing herself to concentrate on the pleasure Max was giving her.

  Noah closed his hands around her hips, his cock pressed against her, entering her slowly. The two of them murmured reminders to keep breathing, to relax, until Noah was buried deep in her ass.

  The sensation of being totally filled in each orifice was overwhelming for a minute, so they stayed in place, not moving. When they finally started moving, all she could do was hang on.

  They were right. Not being able to see, made her concentrate only on what she could feel. All she could do was feel. Feel the hair on his thighs rasping the tender inner skin of hers. Feel Max’s cock, hard and thick filling her pussy, Noah’s cock filling her ass, his balls slapping her clit, each slap reverberating through Max’s cock.

  It was...liberating. Fascinating. Addictive.

  That they had given her this fantasy without belittling or demeaning her meant more than she’d ever be a
ble to express.

  Excitement rippled beneath her skin to every inch of her body, dove deeper in a fiery race to her pussy. With each stroke they drove her toward the line her mind had once feared to cross, afraid she’d lose total control. Now it rocketed towards her, stealing her breath, her thoughts.

  A moan raked her throat, her entire body tightened and white hot stars dotted the back of her eyes as her climax roared over her, consumed her.

  They slowed as she rode out her orgasm, then began their relentless pace again.

  Another squeeze and a pull and Hayley’s pussy clamped around Max’s cock, squeezing, milking him, pulling him deeper until he touched a spot that had her convulsing around him so hard, she screamed with the pleasure.

  Her legs shook and lungs ached when she came minutes later for a fourth time, this time taking Max with her. .

  With a roar, he lost his rhythm, his cock jerking inside her. Seconds later, Noah swore, his own orgasm warming her ass.

  First Hayley, then Noah slumped over Max, their bodies trembling, all three of them panting.

  “Holy fuck, that was incredible,” Hayley breathed.

  “It certainly was.”

  Max attempted to shift beneath them. “Um, guys, it blew my fucking mind, but I need you to move. I can’t breathe.”

  Noah scrambled back with a muttered, “Sorry.” He helped Hayley off of Max. “I’m going to go clean up. I’ll be right back.”

  Soft footsteps padded away from them and there was the sound of running water in the bathroom as gentle hands undid the blindfold and removed it. Max brushed a kiss over her forehead, with a murmured, “You are so beautiful when you come.”

  She huffed. “Thank you, but personally I think you’re full of it. My face feels like it turned bright red and I swear I look like a Halloween mask.”

  He tapped the end of her nose and stood. “You are beautiful. No arguments.”

  Max jogged down the stairs, no doubt preferring to use his own bathroom to clean up. Or maybe he had some more toys to try out. If he did, she’d beg for a break before having more sex. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, and frankly, she wasn’t sure she could have any more.

  Noah reappeared and handed her a bottle of water. He waited as she pressed the unopened bottle against her neck to cool herself.

  “It works better if you take the cap off and drink it.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him, but followed his directions and glugged what felt like half the contents. Once she recapped it, he wiped a lingering drop from her bottom lip, then eased her onto her back again. But this time, instead of a tongue or fingers or a cock, he gently pressed a—

  She hoisted herself up on her elbows to watch him clean her. “Is that a baby wipe?”

  “Yeah, they’re handy. And sanitary.”

  “And best of all,” Noah added with a grin over his shoulder as Max returned, “it means less laundry for Max to do.”

  Max shrugged. “Eh, it’s your turn to do the laundry this week.”

  Hayley giggled. “God, I love you guys.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Light streaked through a break in the curtains four hours later, but Max still hadn’t come up with a solution. His arm was numb since Hayley was resting her head on his shoulder, not that he minded at all. He would have lain there forever, content to act as her personal pillow, except his body insisted it needed attention, and not in the fun way. He slid from the bed and stumbled down to his own bathroom to take care of nature’s call before grabbing a quick shower.

  When he returned to Noah’s bedroom, Hayley had shifted, and was now cuddled with Noah, his leg thrown over her hip, drawing her tight against him. Unwilling to disturb them, Max crept down the stairs. Maybe a plan on how to convince them to stay together permanently would come to him while he was making breakfast.

  By the time he returned with the first tray filled with plates of waffles, and all the fixings—a mixture of local strawberries and blueberries, butter, syrup and whipped cream, Hayley’s eyes flickered open and unerringly found him.

  “Good morning.”

  It certainly was. God he loved that husky just woken up tone in her voice, and the sleepy heaviness in her eyes.

  He whispered, “be right back,” and began the long slog down and back up the two flights of stairs, this time carrying a carafe filled with coffee, mugs and cream and sugar (the cream for Hayley—she always asked for extra whenever they were at a restaurant, the sugar for Noah.)

  “Next time I’d putting a dumb waiter in,” he muttered on the first landing.

  Only Noah was in the bed when Max returned, his arms behind his head, and looking extremely satisfied. He tilted his head toward the bathroom. “Listen to her. She’s singing.”

  Max wasn’t sure the off-key warbling qualified as singing precisely, but both he and Noah grinned at the upbeat tone.

  “We did that,” Noah said, almost in awe. “We made her happy.”

  “We did.” And they’d both made Max happy. Life couldn’t be any better than this.

  “Oooh, coffee! You’re the best, Max.” Hayley reappeared, lightly brushing a kiss on his cheek before snagging a mug.

  She loaded a plate with a selection of the food Max had fixed then clambered onto the bed, and wriggled into place beside Noah. Max pulled up one of the chairs from the reading nook by the window and propped his legs up on the end of the bed.

  He marveled at how easy they all were, none of them feeling awkward, or embarrassed. Instead Hayley talked about the wedding, they discussed her plans for the next house, the staging of the one they’d finished.

  Hayley waved her fork in the air, the strawberry stabbed on the tines punctuating her words. “You’ve done amazing things with this place. They’re exactly the colors I would have chosen. And the bathroom is divine. If Noah ever moves out, Max, let me know. I know some people who would pay top dollar for a loft like this. It would be better if it had a separate entrance of course.”

  A shiver racked Max at the thought of Noah moving out. “The original plans called for one but—”

  “—I came back and screwed up his plans,” Noah added. “But it wouldn’t be hard to slap up a couple walls around the stairwell to create a shared vestibule.” ”

  Hay shook her head in confusion. “You came back? Haven’t you always lived in Toronto?”

  “My father moved us out to BC halfway through grade twelve.” Noah regarded his coffee. “I went to college there too. Then about three years ago, Mrs. Moretti sent me a birthday card and since I didn’t have any reason to stay in BC anymore, the next thing I knew I’d sublet my apartment and was on a flight back to Toronto.”

  Max rubbed his chest at the ache in Noah’s voice proving that even after all these years, Noah still hurt from his father’s rejection.

  “Yeah, you should hear the way my nonna tells it.” Max raised his voice to a falsetto with a heavy Italian accent, “This boy arrives on the doorstep, with suitcase in hand, and no plans for where he’s going to stay, no job prospects.”

  He pinched his fingers together and waved them in an approximation of his grandmother’s broad gesticulations. “You live there with my Maxxie. He needs a good boy like you as a roommate. You take care of each other, help each other like friends do, no?”

  Noah snorted. “I’d been here before and knew it needed updating but for some reason I figured they were talking about painting or maybe redoing the hardwood.” He hooked his thumb in Max’s direction. “Then I walk in and discover hotshot here had torn the walls down to the studs, the water was turned off, and the furnace didn’t work—and this was in November, so it was getting pretty chilly at night. I slept on an air mattress in whatever room was in the best shape while Momma’s boy slept at his parents’ place every night.”

  Max breathed a sigh of relief that his attempt at humor had lightened Noah’s tone. “Hey, you could have slept at my parents’, too. That pull-out couch in the basement isn’t half bad
.”

  “They had a houseful already without me adding to their burden.” With a groan, Noah stood and stretched. “I’m going to grab a shower. You guys want to join me?”

  Hayley reached out to trail her fingers over Noah’s thighs as he passed. “I’ll be there in a minute. I want to finish my waffles.”

  Max hauled himself to the head of the bed, pounded his fist into one of the pillows, and settled back, his hands clasped behind his head. Which gave him the perfect view of her breasts now that the sheet had fallen to Hayley’s lap.

  Last night had been...mind blowing. No way did he want today to end and have to let her go. Not so soon. “Tell me you’ve got more planned for us.”

  At her hesitation, he lifted himself up on his elbows. “Is something wrong?”

  She pushed away the plate and curled one knee beneath her so she faced him. “I want to ask something but I’m worried you’ll be insulted.”

  Oh oh. “I won’t be able to tell you if I will be or not unless you ask.”

  “It’s just some guys get twitchy if another guy gets near their equipment so to speak, yet last night you and Noah seemed so comfortable with each other’s private parts touching.”

  She’d thought he was comfortable? Okay, maybe later in the night he’d been but when Noah had felt up his ass, he’d cupped balls too—had Hayley been able to see that? Then again since she was on top of him at the time, maybe she’d been able to tell from the way he’d almost jumped through the ceiling.

  “First off, that’s not a question, that’s a statement. But if you’re asking if Noah and I are lovers, the answer is no. I mean when we were teens, we did some experimenting one weekend but that’s all it was. We’ve just had threesomes before and it’s almost impossible to not have your junk touch.” While Max didn’t give a duck’s fart for what anyone thought, Noah would freak out at the thought of his sexuality being openly discussed. Then again Noah was bi, or pan, or whatever he called himself, and had more reason to be jumpy. Torontonians might be more open than their southern counterparts, but it didn’t mean there weren’t homophobes out there. “Now it’s my turn for a question. Does it make a difference to you that we’re not concerned about us crossing swords, so to speak? Did it lessen your enjoyment?”