by Lily Harlem
“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention landing on the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black dress. “That’s so fucking hot.”
He kissed me again, pushing his erection against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying on for long.
His touch skimmed down my sides, dipping into my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on fire, his palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him to touch me, all over, and never stop.
I pushed at his jacket, shoving it over his shoulders.
He released me, shrugged out of it and let it land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.
The next thing I knew I was in his arms, pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I stared at his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d captured his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.
He kicked the door to the bedroom open and dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.
“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt and quickly skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”
I undid my bra and tossed it aside. Rolled down the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to the floor. I scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation was making my skin tingle and my breaths come fast.
He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”
I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved that demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but obey.
I parted my legs, slowly, letting my heels skim over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.
He kept his attention on the juncture of my thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His pulse was pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving away the extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he muttered, quietly, almost to himself.
“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped my breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.
He discarded his shirt, then shoved at his boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker than that on the rest of his body.
My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.
“You want this?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.
“Yes. All of it. All of you.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Good, ’cause you’re going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and settled his face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”
“I am.” I reached for his head and bucked my hips so my pussy met his mouth.
He set straight to work, slipping his tongue through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with firm pressure.
“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my eyes. “That’s it.”
He searched out my entrance and pushed one long finger into me.
I clenched around him. I was wet and hot, needy for something to fill me.
He pushed another finger in, upped the force on my clit.
My stomach muscles tightened. A delicious throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to life in my pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around his shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.
“So greedy,” he murmured, his breaths hot over my flesh.
“Greedy for you.” I sank onto the invasion. “More, give me more.”
He shifted, his big body easily removing my legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his fingers still lodged inside me. “More?”
“Yes…” I drew up my knees, utterly wanton now.
“Mmm,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers over my anus.
“Fuck.” I gasped.
“You want fucking here?” He pushed knuckle deep into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure over the center of my pucker.
“No, yes…” I tossed my head from side to side.
“Which is it?”
“I don’t know. Do what you need to.” God, I wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked it to keep the climax building.
“Of course you know what you want. Tell me.”
“Come, I want to come.”
“With me in your pussy or your ass, babe?” He gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.
“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer questions at this moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic, forbidden but delicious. I craved it.
He eased in a little more.
Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy land.
I groaned and sped up my ministrations on my clit.
“You want both. Say it.” His voice held a note of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get fucked in both holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Dirty girl. I knew I married you for a reason.”
“I want to come…”
“You will, but tell me, how am I going to fuck you in both holes when I only have one dick?”
“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I was breathless, the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”
“I guess that would work.” He slid higher into my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the time they can do that we’ll be too old to fuck.”
“No, never too old.”
“Let’s hope not. But…”
“But what?”
“Maybe I should get us a male prostitute, hired cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your cunt and one in your ass. How does that sound?”
“I…I…” How did that sound? Like all my Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck I’m going to come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted to wait for dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the point of return.
“Yeah, come. I love watching you come.”
He was fucking me with his fingers, front and back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to explode.
“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick that’s hard just for you…”
“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last moment before I climaxed.
“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”
“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.
“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of me. “Go, babe…”
Moist noises, my cum clacking around his fingers, filtered to my ears. I sucked in air, my breasts jutting, and allowed the relief of the climax to seep into my muscles. Relaxing me, making me flop on the bed, my legs now slack and wide.
He slowed, then stopped, still lodged high. “I fucking love watching you come.”
“Good…” I opened my eyes. “Because…I love coming…with you watching.”
He was staring at my pussy, at where he was double penetrating me. His mouth was a little parted, his brow creased.
“What?” I asked. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head. “Jus
t wish I could give you the fantasy. The two cocks.”
“Well, maybe we’ll get a toy or something.” I squirmed. “But let’s talk about that after you’ve fucked me. Your dick looks ready to explode.”
He pulled from my ass, then my pussy. Rested over me, arms locked and cock directed at my entrance.
I adored this moment. I’d just come, but having my husband primed and ready to plunge had another tremble of longing blasting though me.
He pushed forward, perfect aim.
I hooked my ankles behind his thighs and tilted my pelvis.
He smoothed in. I was wet and supple, but it was still a tight fit. When he was this hard he was the biggest guy I’d ever been with. But we went together well. Two perfect pieces of our own sexy jigsaw. But another man…in my…?
“Coben…” I said. “Would it…work?” I’d had to pause to concentrate on relaxing to accommodate the last few inches of him.
“What do you mean?” He gritted his teeth as his balls pressed up against me.
“Me and you and another guy?” I ran my hands up his biceps and held his shoulders.
“Guess we’d have to try it.” He stared at me. His eyes glazed with desire.
“But…?” Was he being serious? Probably. We’d known from the start of our relationship that we were both pretty liberal when it came to sex. “Who?”
“Someone we could trust.”
“Yes…” I held my breath as he pressed his body over my sensitive clit. “And hot.”
“So hot,” he said. “Someone really fucking hot.”
“Would you…?” I paused, remembering something he’d told me late one night, in the dark—a secret whisper, a confession I’d prized from him.
“What?” He pulled almost out, then smoothed back in. He wasn’t frantic, like I’d been, but in control, in the moment and apparently enjoying each tiny sensation.
“Would you touch him too?”
“Guess it would be hard not to.” One side of his mouth tipped into a grin and he held my gaze. There was a teasing look in his eyes.
“And…” Fuck. Was I really going to say this?
Yes. Go for it.
“And what?” He reached full depth, then pushed in more, shifting us both up the bed.
I panted out a breath. “And would you…kiss him?”
He bit his bottom lip.
I stared at his mouth. A mouth I knew had kissed another man once upon a time because he’d told me so. A man he’d felt something for, sexually.
“Kiss…” he repeated, a muscle flexing in his jaw.
“Yes, would you kiss him?” I hesitated. “Because that would be incredible to see you do that.”
“You think?” He dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine.
“Yes.” I spoke against his mouth. “The three of us, kissing, fucking, you and him connected too…”
He pulled in a sharp breath, then groaned.
Oh, he liked that dirty talk!
“Yes, all of us,” I carried on, “cocks, pussy all fucking, penetrating, coming. Everyone kissing and not knowing where one person ends and the others begin.”
“Jesus, Sian…” He set up a wild pace, fucking me with vigor. His face was shiny with sweat. The tendons in his neck stood proud.
I wasn’t going to come again, but seeing him orgasm like this, with a head full of a threesome fantasy, was as good as any climax.
“Urgh…” He spurted into me, blasting out his release.
I held him tight, locked him to me. My heart was racing as pleasure zipped around my body. He was so hard, concrete-like, inside me. Heat pulsed into my pussy and I gripped his shoulders, imagining that I was holding him together in this moment of coming undone. This was what we were, two halves, souls connected. We had a bond that would be there for all eternity.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He gasped and slowed. “Your cunt is so hot and tight.”
“Dirty soldier mouth,” I said, holding him closer still and kissing the angle of his jaw.
“It’s a good job I’ve had endurance training, woman. You’d kill off a meeker, smaller man.”
“Nothing meek or small about you.” I clenched my pussy around his cock.
As he moaned he kissed me again, smoothing his palm over my hair and pushing the damp strands back from my face.
“You enjoyed the dirty talk,” I asked, a smile spreading. “Thoughts of another man with us?”
“You look so sweet but say such filth.” He matched my grin and I could feel it against my lips.
“But you didn’t answer my question.” My heart was still trip-trapping along. I was pushing him. I knew I was. This conversation was exciting, though, new. And we thrived off new.
“What?”
Oh, he knew what. He might be a burly fighting machine but he had brain cells between his cute ears. His company success was proof of that.
“The other guy…” I paused. “Would you kiss him?”
He gave me an infuriatingly cocky smile. “Why do you want to know so bad?”
“I just do.”
He shook his head, just a little. “I should never have told you about kissing Matthew Henley back in college, should I?”
“Oh, yes you should have, it’s hot. I like to think of it sometimes.” I traced my fingers over his plump lips. “Guys think two girls together are hot. It’s the same for women, you know. We think two men together are sexy.”
A flash of surprise went over his eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. Tell me more. Did you use tongues? Would you use tongues on our imaginary man?”
Coben was silent, but I could sense his mind whirring.
I felt brave. “Would you touch him, his chest, his belly, his ass…his cock.”
“Sian…”
“What? I’m curious. You just made me come thinking about a threesome. I want to know exactly what you were thinking about when you came.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you would?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.
He sighed and pulled out. He flopped to the mattress and scooped me close.
“Probably, if…”
“You’d kiss him if…?”
He was silent.
“If he was hot. Which we’ve already said he is.” I spread my hand over his stomach, flattening my palm over his navel. “Then you’d kiss him.”
“If you’d like that.”
“Hey.” I skimmed my hand upward and tickled his ribs.
He squirmed.
“You’d like that, Coben. Don’t deny it.” I kissed his right nipple. “I know you better than you know yourself. A sexy, willing guy in bed with us would totally do it for you.”
“Mmm…” He cupped my chin and stretched to capture my mouth. “Perhaps you do know me better than I thought.”
We kissed and I conjured an image in my mind of another mouth joining us. Kissing Coben, then me, swapping flavors between all of us, no rules, just pleasure, touching, exploring. I’d be surrounded by muscle, filled with cock. Maybe I’d masturbate and watch the men kiss. Perhaps Coben would shove his cock in my mouth as the faceless man fucked me hard from behind. Both holding me tight as they drove into me. And when I was exhausted, if they weren’t spent…then what? Would they fuck each other?
I broke the kiss and looked into Coben’s eyes. I wished I knew what was going on in that head of his. Was it the same things going through mine? Was he imagining being with another man?
“We should go to the beach next weekend,” he said.
“What?” A sag of disappointment went through me and I averted my gaze, stared at the tattoo I’d given him four years ago. It was a bird with a medal pinned to its breast and sat below his right collarbone.
“The beach. The weather is supposed to be great.”
“Yes, okay.” I rested my cheek in the groove between his shoulder and neck. “That would be nice.”
He kissed the top of my head and sighed. “It’s going to be a good s
ummer. I can tell.”
“Of course it will be.” His heart was slowing, returning to normal as quickly as usual. He was so damn fit. “As long as we’re together it will be good.”
“We’ll always be together. Nothing will ever change that.” He held me a little closer and trapped my legs between his.
I sighed, content and sated, and shut my eyes.
Chapter Two
“Hey, Sian, your eleven o’clock is here,” Drake called.
“Okay.” I took a last sip of tea, then swiped cherry balm over my lips. “Just coming.” I had a full day of inking. Clients booked in back-to-back. Which was tiring but good. It meant the time would fly plus it secured my place at Dragon’s Ink all the more. Something I had to think about in a male dominated workplace. I was good, damn good, but it didn’t hurt to be in demand and for my boss, Drake, to know it.
I wandered into the tattoo parlor. The ceiling lights were bright and the walls covered in pictures of our best body art. Several workstations were lined up with large leather chairs and sterile tables that held needles, guns and ink. Beyond the two large windows Londoners rushed by, intent on their business, and the sun streamed in.
“Hi,” I said, holding out my hand to a big guy with super-short hair who stood by the reception desk. He had a silvery scar down his left cheek. “Are you Ed Mooreland?”
“Yep, that’s me.” He took my hand and gave me a quick glance over.
“Great to meet you.”
“Not had a woman ink me before.” He hooked his thumbs into his jeans pockets. The material was worn and the waistband sat low on his hips. “But I guess it’ll be okay.”
“She’s one of the best we’ve got.” Drake walked past and rested his hand on my shoulder. “You’re in good hands with Sian.”
“I’m sure I am.” The right side of Ed’s mouth twitched. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket. “I spoke to someone on the phone.”
“Yep, that was me.” Drake nodded.
“It’s just this, added into an existing tat.” He passed the scrap of paper to me.
I unfolded it. Printed on it was a bird, wings outstretched. At the center of its chest was a medal. It reminded me of Coben’s tattoo, though the medal was a different shape and with horizontal lines on it.