by Lily Harlem
“Yeah, not bad for starters.” Coben leaned over him and pressed a kiss on his lips.
“I might need a couple of minutes before the main course.”
“That’s fine, we’re not in any rush.”
“No, we’re not.” He gave a languid grin.
Coben set about removing Edward’s boots and socks. He tugged off his trousers and folded them over the back of the chair.
Aware of Edward watching his every move and his gaze following him around the room, Coben was also conscious that Edward’s cock was at full hardness again and tapping his belly.
Turning to the bed, enjoying the attention, he peeled off his t-shirt. He tensed his abs, knowing he looked good. He was a man in the prime of his life. At optimum fitness. His strength had been honed in the gym and he was a skilled fighter, marksman and computer software expert.
“Gonna miss that sight,” Edward said, running his gaze from the tip of Coben’s head to his toes, hovering his attention on his cock.
“Yeah, I know what you mean?” Coben gave Edward, who was only half-naked, the same languid once-over.
Edward tapped the bed. “Come here, big boy.”
Coben didn’t need asking twice. He slipped into Edward’s embrace, settled his face by his neck and breathed in his delicious sex-sweat smell.
Edward tangled their legs together and stroked down the gutter of Coben’s spine, tapping over each vertebrae as though memorizing every detail. “You excited about getting on with your new life?”
“Yeah, it will be cool.” Coben hesitated. “To be my own boss, not have to answer to anyone. Forgotten what that’s like.”
Edward huffed. “I still say it’s a loss for the Air Force.” He paused. “And me.”
“I know, but…”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ve given Queen and Country your best years and now you want to go it alone.”
“I can make it work.” Coben propped onto his elbow. “Cyber security is big business now, what with all the hacking and the threats from terror organizations and—”
“I get it, Cobe. Believe me, I get it…” He ran his hand over Coben’s head as though soothing him. “And I know you’ll be in demand, crazy fucking demand because of your experience. You’ll have the upper edge on all those other techno geeks out there because you’re ex-military.”
“Are you calling me a geek?” Coben pulled a mock angry expression.
“Might be?”
Coben reared up, then flung himself on top of Edward, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head. Their cocks pressed against each other.
A flash of excitement passed over Edward’s face and he parted his lips as air huffed from his lungs.
Coben knew Edward could have a damn good go at shaking him off, but he didn’t think his lover wanted him to go anywhere.
“How many geeks can pin down big, bad SAS men?”
“Only you.”
“Yeah, and don’t you forget it.” Coben dipped his head and kissed him. He was enjoying having Edward beneath him—hot, sexy, tough Edward all surrendered and pliant.
As they kissed, their shafts swelled against each other. Coben rocked his hips.
Edward groaned into his mouth.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Coben said, then tugged Edward’s bottom lip with his teeth.
“Mmm…” Edward smiled.
Coben released him.
“Do it,” Edward said. “Lube’s here.” He shifted his arms.
Coben unpinned his wrists and sat back on his haunches, between Edward’s legs.
Edward slipped his hand beneath the pillow and retrieved the lube. He passed it to Coben, a look of barely controlled patience on his face.
Coben wasn’t feeling very patient himself. But he didn’t want to rush this—it was too special. He hooked his hands beneath Edward’s thick thighs, the right of which was heavy with tattoo, and parted his legs wider.
Edward curled forward and took his own cock in his hand, began to slowly work his shaft.
Coben adored watching Edward touch himself—the way his big fingers curled around his thick girth, how the tendons in his wrists shifted beneath the skin, the blocks of muscles rippling in his belly.
Quickly Coben coated the tips of his fingers with lube. He lifted Edward’s weighty balls upward, then skimmed over his hole.
“Yes,” Edward hissed, shutting his eyes. He clenched his teeth and a muscle flexed in his jaw.
Coben sought purchase, then eased into the dark heat.
“More…” Edward demanded. “More…”
He added another finger, loving seeing how Edward opened for him. “I will always have more for you.”
“We both know…that’s not true.” Edward opened his eyes. “This is it. This, now…”
Coben tried to ignore the stab of pain in his heart. He didn’t want this moment spoiled by remembering it was their last night together. “Shh…” He frowned. “Just lie back and enjoy.”
Edward did as instructed. He relaxed his shoulders onto the bed again and his head melted against the pillow.
Coben set up a steady rhythm, fucking him with his fingers and being sure to swipe over his prostate on each ride inward.
Edward groaned as a tremor trekked over his body. His knees tightened against Coben’s torso.
Coben’s cock was hard and needy. As he continued to work Edward he slathered some lube over his own glans. He was becoming eager for the main event. He wanted to be inside Edward, feel him hugging his erection, gripping his root, noose-like. He wanted to see his face, for the last time, as he penetrated to full depth.
He pushed another finger into the gripping hole.
Edward groaned and tossed his head left to right.
A coil of lust unwound within Coben and he pushed in faster, harder, knuckle deep.
“Ah fuck…” Edward said, screwing up his nose. “Get in me. Fuck, I don’t want to come with your fingers.” He stared at Coben. “I want to come with your fucking cock.”
“Yes.” Coben withdrew. He quickly shuffled so his cock was lined up with Edward’s hole.
Edward drew up his legs, clutching the back of his thighs and tilting his pelvis.
The tip of Coben’s slippery cock took aim. Then he slid forward a fraction, relishing the almost impossibly tiny space he was about to ram into.
“Do it.”
He did. He forged forward, opening Edward around his meaty shaft. The head of his dick disappearing from view. He didn’t pause. He rammed to full depth until their balls slapped together.
“Argh…” Edward arched his neck and cried out. “Argh…”
Coben quickly whacked his left hand over Edward’s mouth. “Shh…fucking hell, shut up.”
Edward stared up at him, his mouth parted behind Coben’s palm, the echoes of the cry trapped. His eyes were wide.
Coben smiled, but it was strained. The temptation to just tip into a wild, animalistic fuck was almost too much. “You gonna be quiet?”
Edward nodded and shut his eyes. When Coben removed his hand he was panting hard. “So…fucking…good.”
“Yes…” Coben withdrew a little, then smoothed back in.
A groan rumbled up from Edward’s chest but he kept it contained.
“That’s it,” Coben soothed. “Just feel, just enjoy. No rush.”
“No rush.” Edward reached for Coben. He pulled him into a kiss and held him close.
Coben rocked his hips, loving the feeling of being so deep, of having Edward’s arms and legs wrapped around him. They were almost one person. So close, so together.
On and on they kissed, fucked, cocks straining as they held back orgasm. Coben felt like his balls were on fire and as though his skin was alive with hungry need for Edward. He could feel Edward’s cock trapped between their abdomens. It was stiff and bloated, craving release.
“It’s time to come,” he said. “I can’t…keep it…in…”
“Me neither…come.” Again Edward clasped
Coben’s face, holding him still and staring into his eyes. “Come, come in me. Claim me forever.”
Those words were Coben’s undoing. Cum gushed from him into Edward. He withdrew, barged back in. More release emptied from him.
Ropes of cum slicked between them—Edward’s undoing. They fed off each other, swallowed each other’s moans and grunts of ecstasy. Clung with more fervor to shoulders and faces, limbs tangling with torsos.
Coben had never felt so happy. He’d never felt so sad.
How could this be the end? How could this sweet sin be so wrong they had to throw in the towel on their relationship?
He shut his eyes and held back a tear. This was it. By the time he’d caught his breath the bliss of being inside Edward, the man he’d loved for the last year, would have come to an end.
They’d part.
Forever.
And forever was a long fucking time.
Chapter One
Five Years Later
Sian
I took a sip of champagne and looked at my husband across the crowded room. He was so damn handsome in the new black suit he’d bought last week. It was different to his others, tapered legs, which made him appear even taller than he was, and a smart, fashionable single-breasted button-up.
He glanced at me. His gaze held mine for a moment, letting me know he was thinking of me even though he was schmoozing with customers. Then he gave the briefest of smiles and carried on a serious-looking conversation.
I turned back to Mable Stern, the wife of a man I knew could not only be good for business but was also very chatty. She had lipstick on her teeth and I was struggling not to stare at it. I’d also swept my tongue over my own teeth several times, hoping I didn’t have the same problem. Why should I? I didn’t usually have that issue.
“So Rome was absolutely fabulous, darling,” she said to me. “But of course you have to watch where you wander. Can be pretty ropey in some of those backstreets. Wouldn’t want to come face-to-face with an Italian mobster now, would you?”
“No, absolutely not.” Again I glanced across the room. I didn’t worry about walking in dark alleys, not since I’d been married. My husband was tough as nails and, despite the cultured veneer, he could be rough when he needed to be.
A shiver went up my spine. Damn he’d been hot and rough in bed last week, when we’d been in that London hotel on our third anniversary. I’d asked him to tie me up, spank my ass, come on my breasts. Sure we’d both had our fill of a very nice Malbec, but still, I’d felt it all, been utterly thrilled by it all. He’d let a sexual beast out to play that I feared he so often kept hidden and I couldn’t have been happier.
I glanced at him again.
He was deep in discussion. No doubt chatting about a new contract he had in Saudi Arabia that was taking up a lot of his time. He was hoping to recruit a couple of new assistants to do the legwork and take some of the pressure off. That would also mean he could move on to his next big project.
Who would have thought beneath that polite smile was a man with so many layers? He had so much hunger, desire. His passion for me blew me away sometimes; it was as if we were on a permanent honeymoon, never getting our fill of each other—never fucking, coming, devouring each other enough.
“I’m just going to powder my nose,” Mable said, resting her fingers on my forearm.
“Yes, of course.” I bit my bottom lip, preventing myself from adding, “look in the mirror, please.”
She wandered off, a little wobbly. She’d had a sherry too many perhaps.
I spied the buffet and my stomach gave a pang of longing. I’d been inking all day and only managed an egg-and-bacon Subway at about eleven. I weaved my way through the room, pausing briefly when a passing waiter offered to top up my flute. The bubbles popped and fizzed over the rim, dampening my hand. I smiled my thanks.
Smoked salmon called to me and I helped myself to a sliver on a thin slice of rye bread and let the flavors spread on my tongue.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
Thick arms wrapped around my waist and a stubbled chin scratched against my temple.
“Hey,” I said, pressing my ass into my husband’s groin. “Are you getting on okay with your…diplomacy?”
“It’s all good. Some great guys here to connect with.”
“That’s what it’s all about.” I reached for a chunk of cheese and popped it into my mouth.
“It is. But it’s work and I can’t wait to be off duty.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, because then it’s us time.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He pressed a quick kiss to the curve of my jawline, then released me, stepped back.
“Sian, how is the buffet, my dear?”
Mable had returned, luckily minus the lipstick on her teeth.
“It’s good, very good.” I smiled.
She looked between me and my husband with an expectant expression on her face.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, “please let me introduce you. This is my husband, Coben Wright. Coben, this is Mable Stern.”
She tilted her chin and nodded. “Of course, yes, very pleased to meet you, Mr. Wright.”
“Please, Coben is fine.” He gave one of his most charming smiles and reached for her hand. He drew it to his mouth and swept a light kiss on her knuckles.
Mable all but simpered. She fluttered her eyelashes and jigged from one foot to the other.
“Oh,” she said. “Well…yes, lovely.” She glanced to her right. “Please, I must introduce you to Harold. I know he’s dying to meet you.” She withdrew her hand and clutched it to her chest as though holding the sensation of Coben’s lips within her fist.
“That would be wonderful.” Coben held out the crook of his arm, offering it to Mable.
She took it, still beaming.
Coben glanced briefly at me, then led the way to Mable’s husband.
I watched them go, pleased. Harold Stern was someone Coben had been hoping to get on familiar terms with. Mr. Stern had a new branch of his business being set up in Abu Dhabi that would no doubt need expert cyber security. A service Coben could offer.
I helped myself to another piece of salmon, then spotted the wife of one of Coben’s employees. She was tapping away on her iPhone but must have sensed me looking her way because she glanced up, smiled. I headed over and we were soon lost in a conversation about the best all-inclusive resorts in the Maldives—somewhere I was dying to go.
I didn’t notice the time slipping away and before I knew it Coben and I were in the car heading home.
“How did it go with Harold Stern?” I asked, resting my hand on Coben’s thigh the way I often did when he was driving. I liked to be touching him whenever I could.
“Great,” he said, nodding. “He’s very interested in what we can offer him.”
“He’s a smart guy.”
“Well, let’s just say he’s in the know about what threats he’s up against. He’s also heard good things about us, which is a big plus.”
“Yes, word of mouth is what it’s all about. You’re not exactly advertising in Metro.”
“Seems the word is spreading. These events might be a bit boring for you to attend with me but they’re important for networking and getting the company out there.”
“It’s not boring.” I squeezed his leg. “I enjoy seeing you in action.”
He glanced my way, threw a sinful smile at me, then turned back to the road. “You’re going to witness some very hot action when we get home.”
“I like the sound of that.” Feeling a little emboldened by the champagne, I slid my hand up his leg and cupped his cock through the folds of his suit trousers.
“Watch it,” he said, shifting on the seat.
He was hardening beneath my hand. I adored that I had that effect on him. One touch, one suggestive remark, one lick of my lips and he was getting ready to go.
I squeezed his shaft and ran my thumb over the outline of his coc
khead.
“Babe,” he said, reaching for my wrist and tugging me away.
“Spoil sport.” I huffed.
He chuckled. “Not that I don’t adore your hands on me, but remember when we got carried away that time, coming back from your mother’s?”
“How could I forget?” I licked my lips, recalling how I’d gone down on him while he was driving. He’d been so hard, and it had felt so naughty.
“I nearly killed us both.” He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. “Worse ways to go but hey…it’s not our time yet.”
I folded my arms and pressed my fingers into my armpits. He was right. But I didn’t trust myself not to touch him again if I kept my hand on his thigh. Thank goodness we were only a few miles from home.
****
Coben opened the door and flicked on the hall light.
I stepped in behind him and kicked off my heels.
There was a sudden bang. A slam. He’d pushed the door up, hard.
“Cobe—”
His lips were over mine, his hands in my hair. The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.
I swept my tongue into his mouth, giving as good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him in waves. It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the inside of my bra.
“Tease,” he said, kissing over my cheek, then nibbling my earlobe.
“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to his biceps. Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t touch you again in the car.”
“Just by being there, next to me…” He paused as he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking dress you’ve teased me all evening.”
“What this tatty old thing?” I grinned, then groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either, just the way he knew I liked.
“Well if it’s that old and tatty it should come off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there was no zip and the material slid easily over my head.
He tossed it over his shoulder and it landed half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a large burgundy vase.