Muscling In

by Lily Harlem

  “I thought he was touching you there when I was downstairs?” I rubbed Coben’s shoulders soothingly.

  “Yeah, but then I wasn’t in you, and now I just want to…fuck, I’m ready to go.”

  “Relax,” Ed said again. “There’s no rush.”

  Coben fluttered his eyes shut. He pulled almost out of me, then rode back in. “That’s what you think. My cum is burning me up inside.”

  He dropped lower and his chest scratched my breasts, rubbing my taut nipples. My clit absorbed the deep pressure his body had applied. “Ohh…” I held him tighter and shifted my legs. Normally I’d wrap them around his hips at this point but my right leg caught on Ed.

  “That’s it…” Ed said, resting his hand on my thigh. “Keep like that…”

  A tremble ran down Coben’s back. I smoothed it away and again met with Ed, my fingers running over his as he held Coben’s ass cheeks wide.

  I dipped lower, intrigued, and bumped into Ed’s knuckles. He was deep inside Coben, stimulating him, preparing him. “Oh God, Coben.”

  “I need it.” Coben gasped. “Now, Ed…”

  Ed pumped his fingers into Coben, fucking him gently with them.

  Coben groaned and eased in and out of me. He seemed to be on sensation overload, barely controlling his body. He nestled his face in my neck, his breaths hot on my skin. His cock was so hard inside me, engorged. I didn’t think he’d last long like this.

  I looked over his shoulder at Ed. His eyebrows were pulled low and his shoulder was shifting as he worked Coben.

  “Ed, I think you should if—”

  He withdrew. “Yes.” He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. He quickly lubed up his cock. “It’s time.” He moved over Coben and I, his weight on just one arm, biceps bulging.

  I parted my legs wider and Coben followed suit, his thick thighs butting into mine.

  “That’s it.” Ed looked down at where he was about to penetrate. “That’s it, now let me in.”

  Coben had his fingers meshed in my hair and I felt my scalp tingle as he clenched his fists.

  Ed frowned and pushed forward.

  “Oh God,” Coben groaned.

  “Shh…” I whispered against his ear. “It’s what you wanted.”

  “Fuck yeah.” He raised his head and stared into my eyes. “Sian, it’s so…”

  “Good?” I asked, shifting my hips so I got more stimulation on my clit.

  “Yeah, ah fuck…” He clenched his jaw.

  “Ah, man, I’m in…” Ed said, then dropped forward so his chest was on Coben’s back but he was still supporting his weight on his hands. “Bloody tight fit, though.”

  “More,” Coben demanded, half twisting to look at him.

  “You always were a greedy bastard,” Ed murmured, setting his mouth against Coben’s temple, then shutting his eyes.

  He sank deeper into Coben. I knew he was because his action and his weight shifted me, pushed Coben deeper into me, harder onto me.

  “Ah yeah, fuck, I’m so fucking full of you both,” Coben said. His brow was shiny with moisture, the tendons in his neck strained.

  “More,” I demanded, cupping both Ed and Coben’s cheeks. “Give me more…”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Ed said, his voice low and husky. “Whatever you say, ma’am.”

  The pace suddenly picked up and we rocked, thrust, shoved and ground against one another. Ed was in control, being the one on top, and when he pushed to full depth into Coben, Coben’s cock butted up against my cervix and he pressed onto my engorged clit.

  “More, harder,” I shouted, “I can take it.” I remembered what Ed had said about being careful, but I wasn’t a delicate princess. I liked a good hard fuck as much as Coben did. I wouldn’t break and the odd bruise didn’t scare me.

  “Don’t fucking tempt me,” Ed said, shoving in with more vigor.

  “Ah yeah,” I groaned. “Yes, yes, yes, like that.” God, the pressure, the heat, it was so much.

  “Oh God, I’m gonna come,” Coben said, releasing my hair and reaching to hold Ed around his neck. “You’re both…gonna make…me come.”

  I reached up and held his face. Our bodies were rutting together, his dick stimulating my G-spot. “Yes, yes, I’m coming.”

  Bliss exploded and swept around my convulsing body.

  The two shunting soldiers above me picked up speed, ramming me up the bed. I twisted my legs around Coben’s, clutched for Ed’s shoulders and cried out.

  Coben released a loud, long wail and erupted inside of me.

  Ed grabbed Coben and kissed him hard, both stretching their necks to make their mouths connect.

  I continued to convulse as Ed came too. He didn’t shout out. It was like he’d folded in on himself, or into Coben, but I knew he’d come as he held his breath. His lips stopped moving against Coben’s and he forged forward, harder, faster with more determination than before.

  Coben dropped onto me. Ed followed suit.

  They both grunted loudly.

  The breath was knocked from my lungs, their combined weight too much. I tried to expand my ribs but couldn’t. I was low on oxygen from my climax, my pussy still spasming and pleasure swarming over my skin.

  I felt myself floating, little black dots in my vision. “Ugh…” I managed and bashed my fist on Coben’s arm, once, twice, three times.

  “Shit. Sorry, babe,” Coben said, instantly lifting off me.

  I pulled in a long, deep breath. The black dots receded. My body felt cool as Coben raised onto his arms, taking Ed up with him.

  “It’s…okay,” I panted. “But combined…your weight is about…three of me.”

  “At least,” Ed said. He stroked his hand over Coben’s head, moved the hair from his ear, then kissed the shell. “You finished?”

  “Fuck yeah, finished off.” He grinned. “I think you two just blew my mind.”

  Ed chuckled. “Well that’s your dick and your mind blown, probably enough for one evening.” He pulled back.

  Coben’s mouth hung slack and he shut his eyes.

  I stared at him. I knew that feeling of cock slipping from asshole. It was sexy and satisfying after an orgasm but there was always a moment of loss too.

  Ed dropped to the bed, making it shake. He let his arms fall folded over his chest.

  “Did you come good, babe?” Coben asked, opening his eyes again.

  “Yeah.” I slid my hands over his shoulders, up the column of his neck and held his cheeks. “Really good.”

  “Mmm, me too.” He set a kiss on my lips, then collapsed on the bed next to me so he was in the middle.

  My breasts were rising and falling fast as I continued to pant. My skin was tingling, my pussy wet with Coben’s release. I rested my forearm over my head and studied the pale cream ceiling light that was shaped like a flower. Had we really just done that?

  Yes.

  And it was amazing. Coben had loved it. I’d loved it, and Ed had fitted in so perfectly. Maybe next time I’d get to be in the middle, sandwiched between them, cock in my pussy and my ass.

  “You haven’t been letting your wife play with strap-ons, then,” Ed said suddenly. “I can tell. You’re still so tight and hug me like an elastic band.”

  A giggle burst from my mouth. It was the last thing I’d expected Ed to say.

  Coben chuckled too. “No strap-ons, but only because she hadn’t got round to suggesting it. She would have…” He smiled at me indulgently. “Eventually, and then the answer would have been yes.”

  “Really?” I raised my eyebrows. I’d never thought of it. Him using one on me, yes, to fulfill the double penetration fantasy, but I’d never thought about playing with his ass. I should have, though, knowing that he had a thing for men too. “Really, you would have let me?”

  “Oh, babe, when do I ever deny you anything?” He cupped my breast and tweaked my nipple, pulling it to an even firmer point.

  Ed stood and tugged off the condom. He walked to the bathroom and both Coben and I watch
ed him go. He had such a cute butt. Small, high, indented at the sides and his thick tattoo that wrapped almost the whole way round his thigh suited him so well.

  “Does it feel good to be back with him?” I asked quietly.

  “It feels good to be with both of you.” He stooped and flicked his tongue over my nipple, leaving a damp sheen on it. “Indulgent, I know, but damn I didn’t think I was going to stop coming.”

  “Yeah, there was a lot of tension there,” Ed said, suddenly standing next to us again. His face and hair looked a little damp, like he’d splashed himself with water, and his cock was deflating.

  “You gonna lie back down?” Coben asked.

  “No I might…you know…” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Hit the road.”

  “You don’t have to,” I said. “You’re welcome to stay here, with us.”

  “Well, I don’t know. You…this is your bed, your place.”

  “And we invited you into it,” I said.

  “I…”

  Coben held out his hand. “Stay…please. We want you to.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, and besides, it’s getting late now, plus you had a few drinks, shouldn’t be driving.”

  “Weak arguments, it’s not late and a couple of drinks an hour or so ago is fine.”

  “How about we don’t want you to go,” I said. “Is that a strong enough argument?”

  Ed pulled in a deep breath and rubbed his palm down his cheek. He looked at Coben.

  “We don’t, I don’t,” Coben said, wriggling his fingers as if encouraging Ed to take them.

  “Well okay.” He took Coben’s hand and slid onto the bed again, pulling up the thin duvet and covering himself to his waist.

  Coben flicked the material over himself and me.

  I settled against him the way I always did, my head in that perfect dent below his shoulder.

  Ed turned to us, holding his and Coben’s linked fingers in the air. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” Coben asked.

  “Well this was going to be a shitty leave, nothing planned except getting a tat and dinner with the Sterns, and now…now here I am, with you.” He swallowed, as though containing emotion, then pressed his lips to Coben’s in a long, lingering kiss. He pulled back, a slight smile on his face, before tipping over Coben to me.

  My heart rate picked up. Was he going to kiss me? Was I finally going to feel those soft lips on mine? Stroke my tongue against his?

  He dropped a sweet kiss to my forehead.

  A twang of disappointment tugged at me. I knew Ed and Coben had the history, but I wanted him too, and I wanted him to want me. I should have some of his kisses.

  He settled on the other side of Coben, still holding his hand. I rested my palm on Coben’s chest, wrapped my leg over his and blew out a long breath as I watched Ed close his eyes and sigh.

  “You tired now?” Coben asked me.

  “Yeah.” I closed my eyes too. “All that sea air.”

  Chapter Nine

  I must have gone into a deep and dreamless sleep, barely moving, because when I woke I was still on my side, my limbs stiff and the pillow creased under my cheek.

  The bed was empty, both men nowhere in sight.

  I yawned, stretched, then headed into the en-suite, wondering where they were. It was a holiday Monday. There was nowhere to be for me or Coben. But what about Ed?

  Feeling sticky and a little tender between my legs, I decided to shower. After quickly pulling my hair up into a ponytail and turning on the faucet, I stepped in. I soaped up, rinsed and within a minute was drying. After brushing my hair and teeth I pulled on blue sweats and a white t-shirt—deciding to go braless because I knew Coben liked that.

  Will Ed?

  I headed down the stairs, pleased I could smell coffee and hear the rumble of their voices from the living room. After grabbing a mug and filling it, I headed in.

  They were sitting opposite each other. Ed on the big sofa and Coben on the soft armchair I kept angled next to the fireplace. Coben wore just his jeans and his feet were bare. Ed had on his jeans, top and shoes.

  “Morning,” I said, breezing into the room and sitting on the arm of the chair Coben was in.

  “Hey, babe,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing the tip of my shoulder. I saw him glance at my nipples, firm and poking at my t-shirt.

  “Sleep well?” Ed asked. He was holding a mug and as he brought it to his lips I noticed his attention slide to my chest.

  Ah, good, he’s not immune.

  “Yeah, you?”

  “Mmm.” He drained his mug and stood. “I have to get going, though. Just wanted to say goodbye to you before I went.”

  “Have you eaten?” I asked.

  “Nah.” He set his cup on a coaster on the table. “I’ll get something out.”

  “Are you sure, I—”

  “It’s okay,” Coben said, giving me a squeeze. “Edward’s got stuff to do.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  Ed shoved his hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out his keys. He spun them around his finger. “So, er…thanks, I’ll be seeing you.” He took a step toward the door.

  Coben stood. I could feel tension coming from him. “Edward, I…”

  Ed turned. “It’s okay, it was one night. I get that.”

  “I can’t.” Coben ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t…please don’t just walk away again.”

  Ed looked from Coben to me.

  “I don’t want you to go either,” I said. “Last night was freaking awesome, happy for a rerun and…”

  “What?” he asked. “And what?”

  “Coben knows you really well and I guess I’d like to get to know you better too. Please don’t feel we don’t want you about the place. It doesn’t have to be a one-night stand if you don’t want it to be.”

  He smiled then, one of his lovely big wide smiles that went right to his eyes and sent creases shooting out from the corners. “Well, how about I take you both out tonight. There’s a nice Indian not far from here. I’ve been there before. You still like Indian right, Coben?”

  “Yeah.” His shoulders relaxed and he smiled. “That sounds cool.” He turned to me. “Sian?”

  “Perfect, I’m always up for a night off from slaving away in the kitchen.” I laughed, pleased we’d made another arrangement to see Ed.

  “Great, I’ll catch you later, then, about eight.”

  Then he was gone from the room.

  The front door opened and shut and within a minute his bike had growled to life. In three fast changes of gear he blasted out of earshot.

  “Fucking hell,” Coben said, sitting down again with a bump. He put his hands over his face.

  “You okay?” I was slightly alarmed by his sudden reaction.

  “Yeah, fucking hell yeah, but…”

  “What?”

  “It’s all so much, so fast. Edward, in our lives, in our bed, dinner tonight.” He pulled his hands away and looked at me. “Don’t forget a few days ago I never thought I’d see him again. Wasn’t even sure if he was alive.” He shook his head. “I’d buried it, what we had, everything that we did. It was the only thing to do with it but now…”

  “Now it feels like an explosion.”

  “Yes, that’s exactly how it feels. We used to be so…so intense, yet so secretive and now with you here it feels easier, right, as if this is what I was waiting for…as if this is what fate was waiting for…you.”

  “That’s nice to hear you say.” I set down my coffee, then sat on his lap and stroked his hair flat again.

  “But, are you sure, I mean, it’s a big thing, Sian, to share me.”

  I glanced away. “Yes, I’m sure.”

  He was silent for a moment, then, “Fuck. I know you too well. What is it?” He squeezed me closer. “We’ll call a halt to the whole thing. I’ll call him now. I’m not having you upset, uneasy or unsure for a moment. You’re my everything, babe, I—”<
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  I kissed him, his words ending on my lips.

  “There’s no but, just a question,” I said.

  “Fire away.”

  “Do you think he wants me on the scene?” I glanced at the floor and pulled at a thread on my t-shirt.

  “Babe,” he said, tipping my chin. “I’ve seen him with plenty of women in my time. He’s a cocky so-and-so, up for the laugh, enjoys the chase, happy to bed ’em and leave ’em. But you…”

  “What?”

  “I sense there’s more. He’s slightly in awe of you.”

  I laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”

  “It’s not. You’ve got the one thing he couldn’t have.”

  “Which is?”

  “Me.”

  I was quiet for a moment.

  “Stands to reason,” Coben went on, “that you’re already someone pretty special to him.” He kissed me. “Plus, I know damn well he thinks you’re sexy.”

  “I’m not so sure.” I yanked the thread and it snapped.

  “He just told me as much, so you may as well be sure.”

  “He did?” That surprised me.

  “Yeah, why do you think we went quiet when you came in the room?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Because we were talking about you. He likes you, but you wear a wedding ring, my ring. He might be a man who lives on the edge, and he’s sure as hell dabbled in the gray lines of ethical and moral correctness in the line of duty, but he’s not in the habit of sleeping with married women.”

  “Not even if you gave him permission?”

  “Well…I haven’t.”

  “Coben, but…”

  “Shh, it’s early days. I told you, I haven’t got a problem with he and you together, not if I’m there too, but there’s only so much fucking a couple of guys and a girl can do in one night.”

  “I suppose.”

  “There is, and last night was intense. Tonight likely will be too. So come on, let’s eat. I’ll cook eggs.”

  “Okay.” I stood and straightened my top. “About last night. Did you, did he, was it always…?”

  “What?”

  “Were you always the one to, you know…?”

  “Did I always take it?” He raised his eyebrows.

  “Er…yeah.”

  “No, we were pretty equal. We both gave as good as we got. Nice not to have to muffle the sound, though. We lived in fear of being heard.”