“I know what I’m looking for. I’ve seen it in movies and read about it in books. I know what happiness is, I just have to find it for myself.”
“Umm… I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but you do know that the movies aren’t real?” She winked at Stella as she turned towards the bathroom. Trina knew what Stella had meant. There were good, nice guys out there who would make her happy. Stella just needed to find one.
Chapter Three
They faced each other, both glistening under the spray of multiple showerheads, as Ben ran his hand down Hunter’s torso. Pausing to run his fingers over the dark line of hair descending from his belly button, Hunter drew in a breath and watched his cock inflate as Ben teased his way down his body.
Catching sight of Ben’s erect nipples, Hunter wanted to nip at them with his teeth. He stepped closer and, gripping Ben’s butt to hold him close, he dropped his head and latched onto one. Ben rumbled a groan deep down as Hunter tormented him, grazing his teeth over the sensitive area and then kissing his way back up to his lips.
They held each other close, their shafts pressed together, hot and hard as their tongues duelled. With great effort, Hunter stepped back and spun Ben around. Pulling him back against his body, he slid his cock between his cheeks and reached around to grasp his dick. Ben shuddered against him and pushed back, wanting, needing more contact. Slowly pumping his hand up and down the other man’s shaft, Hunter moved his cock against its favourite place, Ben’s arse. He bit along his shoulder and growled, “Enough. Let’s do it. I want you now.”
Eagerly, Ben bent forward and rested his hands on the ledge in the shower, warm water hitting his tanned, toned back and turning his sandy blond hair darker. He glanced over his shoulder and winked at Hunter, who stood ready, hard and throbbing.
Grinning, Ben said, “I’m all yours. Have your wicked way with me, but make sure it’s hard and fast. I’m in the mood to be pounded on.”
Hunter chuckled. “You’ll take it like you get it and love it either way.” He loved Ben’s arse and cupped his balls, rolling them around and giving a gentle tug. He used his other hand to spread soapy suds around his puckered hole as it twitched against his fingers, his own balls tightening in response.
Ben wiggled and pushed back against his hand and Hunter let a couple of fingers push through and finger-fuck his friend. So tight and warm, Hunter couldn’t wait to sink his shaft base-deep into him. Gripping his rod, Hunter spread Ben’s cheeks open and lined up, pressing the head forward through the tight ring. Groaning, Ben urged him on with a grin and another wiggle as Hunter slid in, seating himself to the balls.
Cock-hugging, strong muscles pulsed and clenched around him, and Hunter held still for as long as he could before giving in and setting a punishing pace in and out. Ben’s fist slid up and down his own shaft and Hunter groaned as molten hot desire flooded into his balls and member, threatening to end their play early. With a growl, he ran his hands across the hard, contoured plains of Ben’s back and held his shoulders as he rode him relentlessly. Ben panted in time with his pumping, pushing back with every stroke. Slowing a little to adjust, he dragged his nails down Ben’s back, took a firm hold on his hips and went to town. He pounded in and out strongly, increasing his speed with every stroke. He watched Ben brace himself better against the ledge so he could continue to work his cock and not hit his head on the wall.
As the pressure in his balls became almost too much to bear, he let out a groan. His sac tightened beyond bearing and he threw his head back as he filled his lover’s arse with hot seed. Ben bucked against him as his own orgasm rocked him on his feet. Ben’s back passage pulsed and grasped at his shaft, sucking him dry as they both shuddered with aftershocks.
Slipping out and reaching for Ben, Hunter pulled him into his arms under the spray. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you,” Ben huskily replied as he leaned in and touched his lips to Hunter’s. Hunter’s chest hurt with emotion and he wrapped both arms tightly around Ben and deepened the kiss. Ben gripped him just as tightly and he truly thanked his lucky stars that they’d been brought together.
Hunter wandered from room to room. The place felt like home. Its lovely backyard only needed a deck and barbeque area and it would be perfect for entertaining. That might be the next thing on their list to do around here. With six bedrooms, three bathrooms, and several different entertainment areas, there would be plenty of room here for whatever might happen in the future.
He and Ben were perfectly happy together, just the two of them, but if the right woman came along, then they’d welcome her into their lives. He pictured the house full of happy family and friends and knew it was the right one for them. He wanted to keep this place.
He watched Ben descend the stairs, first noticing how his jeans cupped and held his package perfectly. Then, glancing up and meeting his blue eyes, he couldn’t help but remember twenty minutes ago in the shower, and his cock twitched. He put his hand out and Ben came over, taking it as he asked, “You look thoughtful, what’s up?”
“I don’t want to sell this house. I like it here. How long…?”
“Nearly a year. It’s the longest we’ve stayed in one place ever.” Ben looked around at the clean, crisp, modern interior they’d installed. “We’ve done a good job on this one, too.”
“I don’t think we’re going to find anything better.” He and Ben bought, renovated, and sold houses, but he’d fallen in love with this one and didn’t want to part with it. They could easily afford to keep it. They owned several other rental properties already.
Shaking his head, Ben agreed, “We should keep it. It’s close to everything, has the pool and great backyard, plenty of rooms, and nothing about it annoys us.”
“I know. That’s what I was thinking. Will you ring the buyer’s solicitor on Monday? Does this count as settling down?” Laughing, he added, “We’re getting old.”
“Yes, I’ll ring and put the buyers off. We could have settled years ago but we never liked a place enough to stay.”
Hunter hated using the phone, always deferring calls to Ben. “We need a secretary, too. I’m sick of all the paperwork and phone calls.”
“One of the rooms here could be her office.”
“Are you ready to go?” Hunter glanced at his watch. They’d miss happy hour if they dawdled any longer.
“Yeah, all good.”
Chapter Four
“We look hot, hot, hot,” Stella said excitedly as she linked arms with Trina and they rounded the corner to the club. “I can’t wait to meet Rob. He sounds really nice.” Trina had told her all about him and it sounded like her friend had finally met a good man. The kind of man she herself would be looking for.
They walked through the noisy, welcoming entrance and Trina stood on tiptoes to search the main area for Rob. “I can’t see him. Let’s get a drink and find a table.”
Weaving their path through the cheerful crowd, they made their way to the bar and ordered two vodkas with lemonade and lime. Stella turned to survey the room as two men came to a stop in front of her, trying to get to the bar. Her breath hitched as her eyes adjusted to the gorgeousness in front of her.
Both were dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts. They obviously worked out or something. No one walked around looking that fit without effort. She noticed how snugly their jeans fitted their packages as her eyes travelled up. The T-shirts did nothing to hide their granite, hard-looking, muscular torsos, and, looking up to their handsome faces, she smiled at them. They were grinning at her and she moved to the side to let them by. They moved to the same side and when they all moved back the other way together, Stella laughed.
They apologised and chuckled with her and her head swam, giddy with excitement and fun. The thrill and anticipation of talking with new people, being out and about, and having a life was going to her head, quite literally. The dark-haired man glanced at his blond friend and then winked at her. His smile reached his intense, bright green eyes as he gr
asped her upper arms and passed her to the blond, neatly stepping around to the bar.
The blond man gazed down at her and her mind went blank for a moment. He looked like a surfer, ragged shoulder-length blond hair, enviable tan, and sky-blue eyes that all screamed “good times and parties” to her. Beaming like an idiot, she let him pull her in close and if Trina hadn’t elbowed her in the back, he might have kissed her.
Stella wanted to shout from the rooftops, this was so much fun. She seriously hadn’t been out in nearly twenty years and already she knew she’d made the right decision leaving Kevin. Life was meant to be lived. Standing here in a man’s arms sent excitement zinging through her body. Her new life had so much potential. It was nice to be held tenderly and looked at adoringly.
Trina mouthed “Rob” and indicated with her chin which direction she was going. Stella took her drink and the blond released her. His cheerful face momentarily looking regretful as she stepped away. Stella could still feel his arms around her and she bit her lip, thinking of the kiss she’d just missed out on.
Rob only had eyes for Trina as they approached and Stella’s mood soared as she realised that, hopefully one day soon, someone would be looking at her like that. Rob glanced at her and smiled, nodding in her direction before enveloping Trina in a massive bear hug. Trina giggled as she turned in his arms and said, “Stella, this is Rob, Rob, Stella.”
Even though the club was crowded, most people appeared to be dancing or mingling in groups standing around the bar and they were able to secure a table pretty quickly. Rob leaned in and looked at her. “Trina tells me that you went for a job interview at her office?”
Beaming at her newfound independence, Stella said, “Yes, I did and I got it. Thanks to Trina for hooking me up. It’s perfect.”
“Congratulations, when do you start?”
Stella reached over and patted Trina on the arm, “We’re going shopping for a few essential clothes on the weekend and I start on Monday.”
Trina chimed in, “I love shopping.”
Stella laughed. “Well that’s good, isn’t it, because I wouldn’t be able to go without you.”
Trina had kindly offered to lend Stella enough money to buy some clothes and get the few essential items she’d need. The enormity of all the things she’d have to replace was only just sinking in. They’d already bought a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and a pack of undies while they did a grocery shop earlier in the week. She literally had nothing. She was determined to pay Trina back out of her first few pay packets. She’d been brilliant.
Sipping her drink, Stella nearly jumped out of her skin when Rob and Trina leapt up. Trina clapped her hands and said, “I love this song, come dance with us.”
Shaking her head, Stella declined, wanting a moment just to enjoy the atmosphere and watch the people partying around her. As her friends danced off into the crowd, Stella sat back and sipped her drink, wallowing in happiness. The music’s thumping beat ignited an energy in her that seemed to want to break free. People cheered, danced, and laughed all around her, and life went on. She desperately wanted to join in but needed a minute to catch up. She wasn’t used to the fast pace.
When the two men from the bar sat down on either side of her and stared at her intently, all Stella could do was grin at them insanely over her drink. Why were they here staring at her and what on earth could they want?
“Hi, I’m Benjamin. Ben,” the blond one said, his eyes sparkling as he indicated the other man with a nod of his head. “Hunter.”
“Stella,” she said, suddenly feeling a little shy under the scrutiny of these two striking men.
“We saw your friends go and dance.” Hunter smiled at her, and reaching over, he stroked her cheek as he pushed a stray strand of hair away. Stella gave a start of surprise. No man had touched her gently in years before tonight and now this was twice in less than half an hour. This one small touch, so tender and soft, kindled a fire in her belly, a hunger for more affection.
Hunter’s brow crinkled slightly as he noticed her reaction, but cleared immediately as Ben said, “Come on, girl, let’s dance.”
She watched them down the last of their beers and look at her expectantly. What else was there to do but down her drink? Standing, both men watched her drain her glass and both held out a hand to her. Looking up into their faces, she realised they looked alive, animated, colourful, and happy. That was exactly what her life had been missing. It was like she’d been living in a grey-brown holding pattern for years and these two men represented rainbows and sparkles.
Tentatively she reached out and slipped her hands into theirs. The rough warmth of big, strong hands wrapped around her fingers and tingling heat ran up her arms to her shoulders. Her nipples tightened into hard little peaks and even though she knew that there was no way Ben and Hunter could possibly know how her body had just responded to their touch, she could feel a blush rising in her cheeks anyway.
As she was led onto the dance floor, she spotted Trina and Rob across the room still dancing and returned her attention to the two men driving her crazy. Ben stroked the back of her hand with his thumb while Hunter had rearranged their grip so that their fingers were intertwined. Jolts of exhilaration flooded her system every time she remembered this was her new life.
The next hour flew by in a rolling wave of sensations for Stella. Both men were totally focused on her. They moved and danced while constantly touching her, holding her, and passing her between them. By the time they sat down to have a rest and drink, Stella was so tightly wound she thought she might explode.
Over the last hour she’d had more positive physical attention than in the last ten years. Hunter made her feel beautiful when he looked into her eyes and stroked her cheek. He’d held her close during a slower song, swaying gently and cocooning her in his warmth.
Ben had swayed behind her at the same time. Strangely, it seemed natural that they should dance together like this in a threesome. Neither man seemed concerned by the other, both happy to share her. When Ben ran his hands over her hips and belly, pulling her against him, she shivered as she realised his cock was fully erect and pressing her lower back. I did that to him, she thought. He made her feel sexy, and giggling, she wiggled a little. He gripped her hips tighter and then stepped back as the song ended. He’d slapped her butt with a smirk and said, “Naughty girl.”
Trina and Rob returned to the table looking danced out, and Stella made the introductions. Trina eyed her carefully and nodded towards the ladies room and after leaving the boys with their drink order, they went to freshen up.
As Trina rinsed her hands, she looked in the mirror at Stella behind her and said, “Which one?”
Stella stared at her blankly. “What?”
Trina rolled her eyes. “Which one do you like? Ben or Hunter?”
Stella laughed. “Both, can I have both please?”
Trina slapped her hand to her forehead. “What are the chances? Did I tell you about my friend Belinda? Be careful what you wish for, she got both her men and now… Okay, now she’s having a ball and loves them both more than anything so that’s a bad example.”
“Tell me more,” Stella said with genuine interest, but Trina shook her head.
“I will, but not now, too long a story. So seriously, you like them both?”
“It’s early, we’ll see how things pan out, but I wouldn’t turn them down.”
“Oh my God, you’re a hussy now you’re free,” Trina said in mock horror.
“I am not! But I do think there are a few things I need to get out of my system.” Laughing, she held her hands up in surrender and said, “What choice do I have but to explore all the possibilities now available to me?”
As they walked out, Trina nodded seriously and said, “Of course. You’d be doing yourself an injustice if you didn’t.”
Back at the table, Rob reached out and grabbed Trina, pulling her onto his lap and handing her a drink. Stella warmed at the sight, and Trina glowed with pride and happine
ss. She’d finally found the person she’d been looking for and Rob obviously adored her.
Ben and Hunter pulled a chair out from the table for her to sit down between them and she gracefully accepted. As soon as she had her drink in her hand and settled back in her seat, both men placed a hand on her. Hunter took her hand in his and Ben put his hand on her thigh, stroking it with his thumb. Stella couldn’t decide if his hand was too high or not. He’d placed it mid-to-high thigh and she considered moving it back down towards her knee. A loud part of her mind screamed, Relax, and she left it where it was and enjoyed the attention.
Ben leaned towards her. “Are you from around here?”
Stella figured that since they’d walked here, she must be, and said, “Yes, I’m staying with Trina up the road. I’ve only been in Sydney about two weeks.”
Hunter leaned in to be heard over the music. “So, do you have official tour guides yet?”
Feeling suddenly shy again, Stella shook her head. “I only know Trina.”
“Will you let Hunter and I show you around?” Ben asked enthusiastically.
“We’d love to,” Hunter said, squeezing her hand.
Stella frowned. She would love to go out and see Sydney, but she had no money and wouldn’t have any spare for weeks, probably months. “That’d be great but…”
Ben’s brow creased. “But?”
Making a decision to take a leap of faith and hope that they took her on free walking tours of the city, she smiled as best she could. “But nothing. That would be great.”
Neither man looked convinced so she tried again. “Like I said, I’ve just arrived in Sydney. I’ve got a job. I start this Monday. I’ll be strapped for a few months but I’d love to see…”
“Something?” Ben chimed in with a chuckle.
Smiling at his good humour, Stella nodded, embarrassed at having to explain her lack of funds.
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