Elliott Mabeuse - Triad

Finally, their blood cooled enough to call a silent truce.

“Now, Ben, you sit on your bed, Harley, you stay there.” They obeyed me like the part-time soldiers they were.

“What the hell was that about?”

Ben looked at the wall.

I turned to Harley. He looked down at his hands. “ He started it!”

“Did not!”

“Well it must’ve been something damn important.” Man, it was hard to sound bossy dressed in only a towel.

Ben took a breath. He still didn’t look at me. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Tell me. That’s, uh, an order.”

“Fine. You gonna tell her, Harl? Or will I?”

Harley shrugged theatrically, looking five years younger in one easy step. He flopped back onto the bed, and the swelling in his underwear suddenly became all I could see.

Ben finally spoke up. “Harley was, uh…saying stuff.”

I could see in Harley’s eyes the unspoken challenge to Ben’s authority. Shut the fuck up.

“What kind of stuff?”

“Please, Aunt Nicole.”

“Just Nicole.”

Ben finally looked at me, but then stood and punched the wall. I could see he still had the anger that had gotten him in trouble. He kept his back to me as he muttered. “Dirty stuff.”

“What, about li’l ol’ me?”

Harley said nothing, but his hang-dog expression blabbed.

“I’m interested now, Harley. Just what did you say?”

Harley licked his lips and studied the floor, mumbled like a teenager.

“Mmm…said I’d…like to…mmm you…like a…mmm-mmmer.”

“Pardon?”

“He said he wants to fuck you like a jackhammer!”

My best guess was that Harley was acting up to cover his feelings for Ben. As crude as the comment was, I wasn’t too upset. I’d heard worse.

I curled my hand up onto the hardness of Ben’s shoulder. “And why do you care what he said?”

Ben shot two, three hard breaths out of his nose. “It’s not fair! He’s only just met you!”

Ben was already wired up and about to explode. Harley, unfortunately, wasn’t wise enough to see it, or maybe just wanted to shift some of the blame.

“And it’s Ben who really wants to fuck you!”

Ben spun in an instant. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

He leapt across the room and started wailing on his friend. They rolled around in a wild two-man brawl, all arms, chests and testosterone. I knew if I let them go they’d end up smashing something, either a limb or a wall, so without thinking I latched onto them in the only safe way I could.

One hand on each of their cocks.

Both boys froze instantly. They looked at each other, then straight at me. I’d had to drop my towel to secure their packages, but for the moment it didn’t matter.

“Boys,” I murmured. “Please stop.”

“But he started it!”

I clenched my fists. “I don’t care. I’ll finish it.”

Oh, god, they looked so cute, sitting there next to each other, their ripped bodies almost completely naked. I felt my belly start to do tumble turns the way it used to when Kurt smiled at me.

There was silence for a moment, before Ben spoke up.

“Just how do you propose to finish it, Nicole?”

None of us spoke then. I couldn’t take my eyes away from my hands. I swore I could feel blood pulsing through both their cocks, but it might just have been the strength of my own heart pounding.

I shook my head and began mouthing off some excuse. The instant my fingers loosened, Ben’s hand flew down onto mine.

“No…please…”

“But I’m your aunt.”

“You’re the one said you weren’t any more. Anyhow, it’s not like we were blood.”

Then Harley spoke up. “For what it’s worth, Ma’am…I’ve was never your nephew.”

“Fuck, man! What did I just say before?”

“What? You think she’s yours , Ben?”

God. Young men and ownership. Not that it changes much as they age.

“Boys, boys…settle down.”

Harley punched Ben’s arm, the first time I’d seen him truly stand up for himself.

“But he started it!”

Ben drew his own arm back, so I placed a hand on each of their chests, my touch somehow calming them both. “And again…I’ll finish it. I know you’re young, but boys…I’m not a toy you can fight over.”

As much as I wanted to sound cool, I’d forgotten how exciting young men can be, how much heat they pack all over their bodies, just below the surface. Volatility and virility. My hands began to drift all over their chests and bellies. Soft skin over hard muscle. So much power, so little control.

My hands came to rest, each with a handful of cotton-clad masculinity, and my curiosity got the better of me. It’d been four months since I’d had any cock, and at least a lifetime since I’d had one this young.

I’d never had two at once.

I cranked up my smile as I glanced from Ben to Harley. “Besides, I’m way more than either of you… boys …can handle.”

Suddenly, Ben was smiling. “Is that so?” Question a man’s power and suddenly he grows three inches. It felt like about three, anyway.

They looked at each other, then both stood up, moving in harmony the way guys seem naturally to do whenever they’re hunting. No words, no signals, just action.

They pulled down their undies, Ben quickly and Harley a little more hesitantly, and I was left to stare in awe at just what I’d gotten myself into.

I turned from one to the other. Slight differences in bend and shape, but both so beautiful. They had cocks like sports cars, all sleek lines and smooth finishes.

Before I could rethink my confident stance, Ben drew me to my feet and swirled his hand into my hair, gripping me in a way that told me how little of his strength he was using. The smile still hadn’t left his face and I wanted nothing more than to wipe it away with my mouth.

He leaned in, his height and power bending me back, his physical dominance making me ache deep in my belly. I tasted his breath as I opened my mouth, ready to be kissed.

His lips brushed mine, but only in passing. He latched instead onto the side of my throat and sucked at my skin. He bent me right back until I hung like boiled pasta in his arms, and I hummed out a long note of desire.

My moan was quickly followed by a squeal of fright as Ben loosed me from his grip. Without me realizing it, Harley had moved in behind and he caught me before I hit the floor. He laid me gently down, and then his face appeared above mine, upside down, so close I could see the brave attempts at stubble that were creeping out on his chin. He lowered his mouth to mine with such tenderness it was almost like kissing a girl.

Ben, on the other hand, had swept straight down my body. I felt his hands on my knees and his breath twisting through my bush.

One thing I’ve noticed about older guys is how they kinda do foreplay to the foreplay. They’ve been fucking for ten, twenty years by the time I get them, and they’ve been educated. Tamed, even. They’ll take ten minutes before they even put their mouth on you. I like a sweet slow fuck as much as the next girl, but sometimes-Oh, Christ…

Ben’s tongue slipped straight into my pussy, just as Harley’s ventured into my mouth. I hauled in an enormous breath of surprised pleasure, stealing the air from Harley’s lungs. I threw one hand around his neck, speared the other into Ben’s short hair, and just pulled, drew them as close to me as I could.

If Ben had heard of the clitoris, it seemed he hadn’t stopped to wonder where it might be, but it didn‘t really matter. I was getting the best of both worlds anyway. His 325

rampant hunger was more way more exciting than studied accuracy, while Harley’s gentle suckling at my tongue made me feel warm all over.