Handy in the Bedroom by Cynna Rein Page A

a budget since I would pay for supplies.  I would have to temporarily move to the other room but he thought if he could get his buddy Blake to help him out they could finish in about a week.  I agreed to get the material delivered for the next week.  I had him sign the lease; he was going to move in the following weekend.  He was staying at friends for the week so he could work on my bed while I was at work. I just had to stay out of the room until he was done which I reluctantly agreed to. 
    I so wanted to peak in my room over the next week.  I did actually try to open the door once but they had managed to lock it.  I hadn’t even met this Blake guy yet. My curiosity was beginning to get the best of me.
    On Saturday morning, I left to do some shopping. I sent the guys a text message, promising to make my famous Lasagna for dinner to celebrate the completion of the project .  I had even grabbed a couple of bottles of wine.  I opened one bottle while I made the lasagna and I got a text saying that they were almost done.  I was thinking I should go change, I had thrown on a flannel pants and a t-shirt to cook in, when the door cracked open and they told me to come check it out.  I couldn’t resist.  I think my mouth hit the floor.  It was beautiful and well-constructed in sturdy pieces I could take apart if I ever moved.    I ran my fingers over the headboard almost wistfully, as they explained how it had been constructed with plenty of sturdy reinforced slats which had been well sanded and stained.  They had even put the bedding on for me, which I had purchased.  I pulled my hand back when I realized I hadn’t even said thank you or introduced myself to Blake.  I turned around and looked way up at a beautifully sculpted dark haired man with ice blue eyes.  He was toned and had a tight t-shirt on which I could see the outline of his nipple ring through.
    Blake came up to me and introduced himself.  He then asked what I thought.  I stood transfixed but couldn’t look him in the eye directly.  Alpha male oozed from his pores.  I am assuming he meant the bed but I was only looking at him when I said “perfect”.  He laughed.  It was a warm and welcoming laugh that put me at ease. I didn’t notice Jake coming up behind me until he grabbed my hands. He suggested we test the sturdiness of their work since that had been my biggest concern.
    He had some rope in his hand and I nodded.  I thought they would tie the rope to the bed and we would test it for strength.  I was a few years older than the pair of them and I wasn’t expecting the onslaught that hit me but I was so ready for it.  Blake’s mouth was on mine claiming my lips, his hands were on my breasts.  Jake had my hands tied like a pro in a minute and was pressed against me from behind.  I could feel his hard cock pressed into my back, his hands were slipping my t-shirt off.  They managed to lift me onto the bed and tie me to it. I hadn’t bothered with a bra while I cooked, so now I lie topless on the bed; my nipples were rock hard and begging for attention.  This had all happened so fast but I was drowning in the sensations.  This was all new to me; I had never been with two men before.  I hadn’t even noticed but they had slats at the bottom too and now that they had a hold of my flannel pajama bottoms, they were off in a heartbeat and now my legs were being tied down as well.  I must admit Jake was a master at rope work and Blake was great at distracting me.  I probably should be afraid but I was so turned on I couldn’t think about anything else.  Which much to my embarrassment, Jake was now pointing out to Blake, about how my pussy was dripping wet for them, they then both stuck a finger inside my pussy, both using a thumb to rub my clit until I was begging for them not to stop.  Their calloused thumbs were providing delicious friction and the firm but gentle pressure was keeping my mind solely occupied on what they were