by Lily Harlem
Ed was so big and wide, his muscles bulging. He was acting cool but the glint in his eye told me he was toying with the idea of losing control and just fucking—hard.
The thought thrilled me, but equally I wanted to savor the moment. I let go of Coben’s cock and ran my hand over his chest, snuggled against him with my breasts pressing close. “Just enjoy,” I whispered and kissed his nipple again.
He kind of sighed but it ended on a gasp. Ed was moving down the bed, pushing Coben’s thighs wide. He’d settled low, the way I did when…
Fuck, he’s going to suck him.
I reached between my legs and pressed my clit. This was so intense. Was it really happening? I was wet. Wet and hot and so up for it.
Coben half sat. He was panting.
“Lie back,” Ed said, looking up at us both. “And listen to your wife, Coben…just enjoy.” He angled Coben’s erection straight up and swirled his tongue over the top, around the glans and through the slit.
Coben bucked, his body jerking. “Ah, God, I can’t…”
“Of course you can,” I soothed, not taking my attention from Ed.
He had his eyes closed. His sensual mouth was moving with skill and his big hands were rubbing Coben’s cock.
“Jesus,” Coben said. “Sian, babe…”
“What?” I stroked his hair. “Tell me.”
“Sit on me, my face, fuck I want you too.” He tossed his head from side to side.
I stroked over my clit. It was engorged, so needy for stimulation. The sudden offer of Coben’s tongue was impossible to resist.
I maneuvered onto my knees and gripped the headboard, my back to Ed.
Coben groaned and grasped my thighs. He arched his spine and neck. “Ed…Sian…I…”
As I spread myself over his face, knees either side of his head, I twisted and had one more look at Ed. He’d stretched his mouth wide and taken Coben to full depth. Was this the famous “deep throat” Coben had talked about? How Ed did it differently to me?
“Sian,” Coben said again, his breath warm on my thigh. “Give me what I need.” He clasped my thighs harder, his fingers digging into my flesh.
It always seemed so lewd this position, legs spread over my husband’s face, his nose a great place to rub my clit. We didn’t often indulge but today it was perfect. Ed was giving Coben oral, Coben giving it to me. Perhaps I’d be able to return the favor to both of them…soon.
Coben flicked over my clit. I clutched the headboard and sank lower. He used his tongue like a stubby cock and probed my entrance. In, out. In, out. In, out.
I shut my eyes, locked my arms and let my head fall back. “Give it to me.” I gasped and shifted my hips, rocking, gyrating, taking what he gave me with his mouth.
The whole scenario was building me up so fast—my husband, bucking beneath me in pleasure, the third in our bed—Ed—fucking gorgeous Ed, deep throating Coben. “Oh God,” I groaned. “More.”
Coben shifted his attention to my clit and at the same time shoved two maybe three fingers inside of me.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned, grinding onto him. My orgasm was building fast. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue, and from this angle it was wickedly strong, right on target. I felt moisture wrapping around his fingers. The scent of my arousal drifted upward. “I’m coming. Ah…I’m coming…”
He seemed spurred on by my gasped words but equally distracted. I wondered, for a second, what Ed was doing to him now. My climax hit. Short, sharp and strong it was like a punch in the guts, a glorious punch that sent shock waves of bliss through my pussy, my clit, over my ass and up my spine. I lurched forward, rocked back, my clitoris bobbing on Coben’s tongue. “Coben, oh fuck, yeah, Coben…”
He hooked his fingers forward, massaged my G-spot and took me through the exquisite pleasure he’d created.
I struggled to catch my breath, it was so intense. After several swift flicks of Coben’s tongue that tipped me into super-sensitivity, I lifted off him, rolled to my side and panted for oxygen. “That was so…”
Coben again arched his back, the tendons in his neck stretched taut as his head pressed into the pillow. His mouth was shiny with my cum. His eyes were shut tight and his teeth gritted.
I quickly rested my hand over his forehead, pressed my breasts against his arm. “Come, come for us,” I said hotly. I looked down at Ed. He was up on his knees, ass in the air, long back sloped. He had Coben deep, his face buried in Coben’s pubic hair. One hand was between Coben’s legs. I wasn’t sure if he was cupping his balls or playing with his anus.
“Ah…fuck, it’s here…” Coben gasped. He shot his hands down, clasped Ed’s head and thrust his hips upward. His abs were a row of bricks. His chest expanded as he gulped in air and held it.
I too caught my breath. My skin was tingling, my pussy still trembling with aftershocks of my own climax.
Coben released a long groan, so deep it was almost animalistic. He was coming low in Ed’s throat. I knew how he sounded when he came. I’d heard him a thousand times. And this was a good one. He was lost in the moment, surrendered to pleasure.
I kissed his chest, his neck, licked over his cheek and tasted myself and his sex-hot flavor. “Give it all,” I whispered. “Give it all to him.”
“Ah, yeah…” Coben said. His eyes sprang open. He stared straight at me, then used one hand to grip my hair and kissed me wildly.
Our tongues tangled, our teeth clashed and our breaths were hot and hard.
Suddenly Ed was there too, his mouth near ours. Coben spread his lips over Ed’s and they kissed as I peppered adoration on Coben’s face, enjoying the sounds and textures of their faces against mine.
“So fucking good,” Coben managed.
“Tell me about it.” Ed pushed up and locked his arms either side of Coben’s chest.
His erection was thick and bloated, tapping against his belly.
Coben reached for it, gripping it just below the glans.
“Ah, yeah, do me,” Ed said, a frown plowing over his brow.
“With pleasure.” Coben set up a swift movement, jerking Ed’s cock, the head appearing from his fist each time he hit base.
“Oh, God, fuck yeah.” Ed gasped. His tense muscles were trembling, his face taut with the need for release.
“Come,” Coben said breathily, “on me.”
“I will…on you…so fucking good…”
I curled my hand around Ed’s bicep. Heat and power poured from him onto my palm. Excitement swarmed inside me as I saw his slit expand and the first slap of semen burst from him.
He groaned long and loud as it landed on Coben’s abdomen. He ducked his head as if watching for more.
It came, a pearly rope that hit next to the first.
“Yes, yes…” Coben gasped, his hand working so fast on Ed’s cock it was a blur of movement.
“Ugh.” Ed grunted, then dipped and captured Coben’s mouth with his. He dropped his body too, forcing Coben to release his cock. They held each other close, Ed’s spunk no doubt basting their bellies.
I tweaked my nipple and was aware of my heart racing, my pulse loud in my ears. The whole experience, of us all coming, was so hot, so sexy. I stroked my hand down Ed’s back, tracing the indent of his spine right to the slope of his buttocks.
He lifted up and turned to me. “How are you handling us?” he asked, breathlessly. “Not shocked.”
“Nah, you guys are amazing.” He dropped a quick kiss to his shoulder, the way Coben had done at the beach.
He grinned and rolled off Coben, rested on his side with his elbow bent, propping up his cheek.
Coben blew out a long breath and reached for me, wrapped me against his body. “Fuck, that was intense.” He set a kiss on my head.
“Good intense,” I said.
“Mmm…” Ed traced a circle around Coben’s nipple before heading lower. When he got to the sticky patch of cum he smeared it some more, dipping into Coben’s navel, then tickling through his thick pubic hair.
“Very good intense.”
Coben’s stomach suddenly made a loud rumbling sound.
Ed placed his palm flat over it and looked up with a smile.
I laughed. “Have you worked up an appetite, darling?”
He chuckled. “I reckon I have.”
“I’ll go and get the dinner on as I’d planned.” I shifted but Coben didn’t release me. “What?”
“Don’t go.” He pulled a pouty face.
“But you’re hungry. I am too. I’ll go and get food organized.”
Chapter Eight
I wrapped a silk dressing gown around my naked body, enjoying the feel of the slippery material on my skin, and headed down the stairs.
It only took a few minutes to get the water boiling and the pasta in. As it cooked I had a large glass of water and thought about what had just happened. The men were so into each other, their need acute after so long apart.
I wished I’d had a little more intimate connection with Ed, though, a kiss, a stroke, a touch of his cock. Maybe he’d stay the night. Perhaps he could fuck all night, fuck both of us. Coben had stamina and a quick recovery time. Maybe Ed did too. He certainly looked the sort who could hammer out orgasms over and over.
After draining the pasta I added creamy sauce, ham and the fried mushrooms and onions.
“Dinner,” I called from the kitchen doorway.
No answer.
“Dinner!”
Still nothing.
I retreated to the kitchen, pulled out a large pine tray and set three bowls on it. I shared the pasta out and topped it with Parmesan cheese. After gathering three forks I headed up the stairs. We’d have a picnic in the bedroom. It was easy to eat, good energy food and we needed our strength for the night ahead if it was going to go the way I’d planned.
Pausing at the door, I looked in. Coben was on his stomach, head on the pillow, facing away from me. Ed was still resting on his side with his head on his palm, elbow bent. His free hand smoothed over Coben’s sexy ass, cupping the orbs, then slipped between his butt cheeks.
He hadn’t noticed me.
I continued to watch as Ed’s fingers dipped deeper between Coben’s legs. I was sure he was stroking over Coben’s asshole.
Coben whimpered.
“You know I want to fuck you, right?” Ed said, kissing Coben between the shoulder blades. He kept his lips hovering over Coben’s skin.
“God, yeah,” Coben muttered.
“Soon, real soon I’m gonna fuck you right here.” As he’d spoken his hand had shifted.
Coben let out a groan. His fists clenched and his toes curled.
Oh God, he’s fingering his ass.
“Good and hard, just how you like it,” Ed went on. “And with your pretty wife watching too. She’ll see how you can take it, how you come so fucking hard with dick in your ass.”
“Yes.” Coben twitched his hips. “Yes, Sian too…”
“Maybe we’ll both fuck you, Cobe, then you’ll know how adored you are, how bloody sexy you are. Irresistible.” He pushed harder at Coben, clearly penetrating higher. “We can’t resist.”
I stepped into the room. I wanted to be part of it. Plus Ed was right. Coben was irresistible. He had that certain something many men lacked. A lack of vanity on top of devastating good looks, plus a body as made for climbing mountains and swimming oceans as it was for fucking.
Ed must have heard my footsteps. He looked up but didn’t move his hand from between my husband’s thighs. “We were just talking about you.”
Coben shifted his head on the pillow.
“Good.” I licked my lips and looked pointedly at where Ed’s hand was. “I’m glad.”
Ed grinned, pressed another kiss on Coben’s back, then withdrew and stood. His cock was engorged. “You brought dinner.” He nodded at the tray I held.
“Yes, I called but no one answered. I guessed you were otherwise engaged.” I twitched my eyebrows.
Ed chuckled and walked past me to the en-suite. “You could say that.”
Coben rolled over and looked at me. Like Ed he was hard again. His cheeks were flushed.
“I think you might need to eat before you get shown just how irresistible you are,” I said with a smile.
He wiped the back of his hand over his forehead and studied me. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yes.” I set the tray on the end of the bed.
“It’s really fucking intense for me so it must be for you too.”
“Intense yes, sexy as well. It’s what we wanted.”
He sat and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “I want him, but I want you too, more than ever. Do you understand that? You accepting me, so completely, my needs, my desires, it’s off the scale sexy.”
I nodded. “I get it.”
“Good, but so we’re clear nothing and no one will ever replace you, or my love for you.” He cupped my breast through my sheer gown. “I’ll always want you with everything that I am. You’re my soul mate.”
“But he is too.”
“Ed is…back on the scene. Can we not label him?”
“Fine by me.” I swept my lips over his.
The tap in the en-suite turned off and I reached for a bowl of pasta. “Naked dinner,” I said, handing Coben a bowl. “Lots of firsts tonight.”
“I’m not complaining.” Ed walked back into the room, his cock bobbing in front of him.
He was so at ease with his nakedness around us, well…me. I got that he and Coben had been naked together in the past, but we were new, we hadn’t even…
“Here,” I said, averting my eyes from his impressive member.
“Cheers.” He took the meal that had a fork sticking out of it, sat on the edge of the bed, then began to tuck in.
“This is good,” Coben said between mouthfuls.
“Well it’s only just thrown together.”
“It’s bloody delicious.” Ed gave me an approving look. “Nothing better than homemade food created by a pretty woman.” His mouth stretched into a smile.
Damn the man was a heartbreaker. How could one person be so fucking tough, so amazingly sexy and also such a charmer? He had sin in his eyes yet he carried it in such a way that breaking the rules seemed like the best option—the most appealing path to take.
I could see why Coben had been so enraptured all that time ago. And why he was again now Ed had strutted back into his life like a whirlwind of deliciously bad ideas.
“I’m glad you approve of the meal.” I started on my own dinner.
“I more than approve.” Ed swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, catching a speck of cream. “And not just the food.”
For a moment we were quiet, just eating. Then Coben set his bowl aside. He’d eaten so quickly, almost inhaled it. He rested back on the pillow and took his cock in his hand, began to lazily masturbate as Ed and I ate.
Sexual tension simmered in the air. I was eating but barely tasting. What I really wanted was the flavor of man in my mouth, the sensation of male bodies around me, in me.
I finished my pasta. I didn’t want it all. I stood, set my bowl on the tray on the floor, then reached for the knot on my gown.
Both men were watching me.
Slowly, so slowly, I undid the knot, letting the silk slide against itself. The soft brush of the material was the only sound for a moment. The gown fell open and I let it slip from my shoulders so I too was naked.
Coben let out a low whistle. “Mmm, dessert.” He held out his hand.
I took it and crawled onto the bed next to him, aware of my breasts swaying.
“Good idea.” Ed abandoned his dinner and moved onto his knees on the mattress.
Coben scooped me close, chest-to-chest, and set a kiss on my lips that tasted of the pasta he’d just eaten. His cock butted against my thigh and I spread my legs, wanting him to find my entrance and ease in.
Suddenly he tipped me, and I landed on my back, his big body pressing over mine.
Ed’s was next t
o him. They were both smiling down at me.
“Oh, we’ve got ourselves a hot one,” Ed said, touching his lips to my cheek.
I turned my head for more. I wanted him on my mouth, his tongue, his stubbled chin grating on mine. But he’d moved and was peppering kisses on Coben’s neck.
“I want to make you come, babe,” Coben said to me, his eyes full of desire. “With my cock.”
“Yes.” Again I spread my legs.
His tip prodded my pussy and I gripped his shoulders, pulled him closer.
“Mmm,” he moaned, easing in the first few inches.
I held my breath, enjoying the stretching sensation.
“Yeah, you fuck your wife, Cobe.” Ed skimmed his touch over my hands, then lower down Coben’s back. “And I’ll fuck you at the same time.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Oh, God,” Coben groaned.
Ed laughed, but it was strained and tense. “Yeah, our own special threesome.”
Coben shoved his hips forward, hitting full depth.
I shut my eyes. The feeling of him buried so deep was dense. It filled me, consumed me.
He found my mouth, kissed me. His breaths were coming hard and fast. Was he excited? Anxious?
I just wanted to feel it all, experience everything. I’d thought if the men fucked I’d be watching, but this, I’d be in the erotic moment with them. I’d see it, feel it, be in it too.
“Where’s that lube gone?” Ed asked, the mattress shifting. He fumbled on the dresser. “Got it.”
Coben broke our kiss and glanced over his shoulder. “Ed?”
“What?”
Ed was on his knees, adding clear gel to his fingers.
“Just be…”
“Yeah, I know, she’s delicate. It’s okay, I’m not a total Neanderthal.” He tossed the lube aside. His hands disappeared from my view and he bent his head as though concentrating on what he was doing.
Coben hissed in a breath and returned his attention to me.
“Is he touching you?” I asked.
“Ah, fuck, yeah.”
“Your ass?”
“Where else…ahh…” he moaned. “Jesus.”
“You’re going to have to loosen up, man,” Ed said. “If you’re going to take my dick without screaming down the neighborhood.”