Muscling In

by Lily Harlem

We had to do this, have our connection. If we didn’t we couldn’t be a solid landing ground for Ed when he came back.

  “Come here,” Coben said, tugging me to the bed. “Let’s get rid of these pesky clothes.” He pulled off my t-shirt, revealing my bare breasts. I’d done away with a bra when I’d come home from work.

  “Mmm…” he said, ducking to swipe his tongue over both my nipples one after the other.

  I reached for my sweats and shoved at them. They slipped down my legs and I kicked them aside.

  Coben deftly removed my knickers and they were added to my discarded sweats.

  “I’ll never get enough of you,” he said, reaching for the base of his t-shirt and pulling it off.

  “I know the feeling.” I smoothed my hands over his flat belly, delighting in the trail of hair that led down from his navel. I tugged at the buttons on his denims. “I want you more each day.”

  “And Edward?”

  “You know I want him too, but I’m not the only one, am I?”

  “No, but…”

  “But?” I asked.

  “But if you want him too then we need to get you ready.” His eyes glinted with something I hadn’t seen before.

  “What do you mean?”

  He took off his trousers, removing his boxer briefs with them.

  “Coben?” I asked, watching as he gripped his erection and smoothed his thumb over the slit. “What do you mean get me ready for him?”

  “Well,” he said, stepping up close to me and placing the thumb of his free hand beneath my chin. “Remember your fantasy?”

  “Yes.”

  “One cock in your pussy, one in your ass…”

  “Yes.”

  “So how long is it since I fucked your ass, babe? And I don’t mean my fingers, I mean my cock.”

  “I…I don’t know.” I couldn’t be sure but I thought it might have been on my birthday back in March.

  “Months.” He swept his lips over mine. “Which means you’re out of practice. We need to make sure you’re ready for both of us. Edward and me fucking you.”

  “Yes, you’re right.” A tremble of anticipation went over my ass cheeks and my anus quivered at the thought of what was to come. I adored it when Coben and I indulged in anal sex and it seemed it was on the menu for tonight and would be even more in the future.

  He smiled. There was something a bit predatory about his expression but I liked that. It made me excited, like I was really and truly his and always would be.

  “Come on.” He led me to the bed. “Lie down.”

  I did as he’d asked and watched as he retrieved lube from the drawer in the bedside cabinet. He placed it on the side of the bed, then lay next to me, drawing me into his arms. “Edward and I have both got big dicks,” he murmured against my ear. “It won’t be easy, you’re little and tight, but we’ll make it good for you. I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

  “I know.” A rush of adrenaline released inside of me and my skin felt hypersensitive.

  “Are you wet just thinking about us both buried deep?” He slid his fingers between my thighs and stroked over my pussy.

  “Yes…” I gasped as he pushed into me and the heel of his hand caught on my clit.

  He kind of chuckled against my cheek. “Oh yeah, you are.”

  For a few minutes he fucked me with his hand, arousing my clit and getting my juices flowing even more. I clung to his big, hard body and breathed in the warm scent of his skin. I bucked upward, rocking against his palm and seating my pussy on his fingers.

  “God, I want to come,” I said, my face buried in his neck.

  “And you will, but not like this. Turn over.” He withdrew and nudged my hip. “Onto your side.”

  I did as he’d instructed and rolled over, drawing my upper leg up to my chest.

  “Good girl,” he said, his lips moving on the shell of my ear. “Now just relax, you know you love this.”

  “Yes…I…ahh…” I let out a long, low sigh as his lubed finger slid over my anus. “Yes.”

  He applied pressure to the center and I shut my eyes as he probed through my sphincter. The coolness of the lube spread and the unique sensation of being entered there, in my darkest hole, sent a ripple of erotic pleasure up my spine. I pushed against him, my back pressing to his hot chest.

  “Fuck you feel amazing in here,” he said, adding another finger, then wriggling them both.

  “Mmm…yes…more.” I was greedy for his cock. My clit was still buzzing.

  “All in good time.” He pushed deeper, until his palm was cupping my lower ass cheeks. “I need you to open up, much more.”

  “I will. I will.”

  “I know.” He scissored his fingers, stretching my opening wider.

  A groan rumbled through my chest as the slight stitch of discomfort mixed with the undeniable craving for a bigger, thicker invasion.

  “That’s it, babe, perfect.”

  I blew out a breath as he pushed in deeper, three fingers now by the feel of it.

  “You’re ready,” he said, pulling out, “for me to fuck your sexy little ass.”

  “Coben, please…” I squirmed on the bed and arched my back, jutting my ass out for his cock. I needed filling. I needed him inside me.

  “Here it is…”

  The thick head of his cock slipped down the crease of my cheeks and settled over my hole. He reached over me and gripped my lower leg, the one that was folded up against my chest, and pulled me closer.

  I felt so vulnerable, so open, so held by him. I loved it, that feeling of being his.

  He exerted a heavy pressure against my opening.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath. At this point I always wondered if it was possible for him to fit inside me there.

  “Relax,” he murmured against my hair. “Relax and let me in.”

  I tried my best to let the tension go. It wasn’t easy.

  “Breathe out,” he said.

  “Yes.” I did as he’d instructed.

  He pushed forward, parting me so, so wide as he slipped the head of his cock into me.

  “Oh, God…”

  “Fuck yeah, oh God…yeah…”

  His dick was thicker than his fingers had been and I jerked, tensing as he eased in some more.

  “Fucking awesome,” he murmured. “Take me, all of me.”

  I slipped my hand between my legs and sought out my clit. I rubbed a firm circle over and around it as Coben’s thick shaft lodged deep in my back hole.

  The filling was so dense, so consuming. My pussy clenched and my stomach went taut.

  “I’m in you so fucking high,” he said, his pubic hair scratching against my buttocks. “It’s amazing.”

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “You okay,” he asked, stroking his hand down my leg, the one he was holding bent. His forearm nudged mine. “Yeah, that’s it, babe, touch yourself, make yourself come like this, with me in your ass.”

  “Yes, I will…”

  He pulled halfway out, then eased back in. “Imagine what it will be like, me in your ass and Edward in your pussy. Can you think of that?”

  “It will be…so much.”

  “Yes, but you can take us, I know you can. Then you’ll come so hard we’ll have to hold you together, keep you from spinning out of control.”

  “I want that.”

  “I know.” He paused as he withdrew, then sank deep. “And you’re going to get it…soon.”

  “Please, please, fuck me, more, harder…”

  He set up a steady rhythm, almost out, then burying to the hilt. His balls slapped up against me and sweat grew on our skin, making our bodies smooth together.

  My climax was building, steaming toward me. I kept on frigging my clit, controlling it, waiting until Coben was almost there with me.

  “Are you going to come soon, babe?” he asked in a strained voice.

  His cock was solid in me. His breaths had become ragged.

  “Yes, yes. Now�
��with you…”

  “Urgh…” He pumped harder in and out of me, the root of his dick stretching my hole.

  I sped up my ministrations on my clit and as I felt his first shudder of release I clenched my fists, held my breath. My whole pelvis toppled into a series of powerful spasms. My asshole hugged Coben’s cock as the waves of pleasure from my clit spread through my pussy to my ass.

  “Ah yeah, fuck yeah, like that, do me like that,” Coben said breathlessly, his face pressing against the side of my head.

  I continued to orgasm, twitching in his arms as I pulsed through crest after crest of bliss.

  Eventually the pleasure abated and the contractions slowed, then stopped. I was breathing fast as I set a steady pressure over my swollen clit.

  “That was incredible,” Coben said. “Why the hell don’t we do that more often?”

  “Because then it wouldn’t be a treat,” I said, giggling.

  He bit the tip of my shoulder, then kissed the sore spot. “One hell of a treat.”

  “But also as you say, necessary.”

  He drifted his hand down my leg and onto my waist. In one smooth movement he pulled out.

  I clenched my ass and swiveled in his arms, my whole body limp and exhausted.

  He pulled me close, his chest rising and falling against mine as he too caught his breath.

  “Will it really work between the three of us like that?” I asked, needing some reassurance.

  “Yeah, of course, and I know your sweet body so well. I won’t let it happen if it’s going to cause you pain.”

  “I don’t want pain.”

  “I know that.”

  I hesitated.

  “And you’ll really be okay, with me and Ed…”

  “I’ve thought about it a lot. It’s not fair if you’ve shared me yet I haven’t shared you.” He paused. “And I know this is your fantasy.”

  “But it’s more than that, isn’t it.”

  “Why?”

  “Because Ed is Ed. He’s not a male prostitute we’ve hired for the occasion. I have, well…we have an emotional connection to him, don’t we.”

  “Yes.” He ran his hand down my back and cupped my ass. “We do, and it’s made me realize something.”

  “What?”

  “That if you were thinking of another man, any other man on the face of the planet, the way you’re thinking of Ed I’d be raging with jealousy. I’d be livid. I’d want to thump the bastard, but…”

  “But…?”

  “But Ed, well, he’s different. I have a history with him. I know him. I loved him so much once upon a time.”

  “And maybe you still do.”

  “I certainly have feelings for him, deep feelings.”

  “And that makes it okay for me and him to have sex, have feelings too.”

  “Yes, it does. I don’t feel crazed with jealousy when I see him look at you clothed or unclothed. When I think about you kissing, fucking, my blood doesn’t boil.”

  “That’s good.”

  “It is good. It means we can make your fantasy a reality.”

  I nuzzled against him. I knew Coben wouldn’t share me with anyone other than Ed and that suited me just fine. He wasn’t excessively jealous but I’d known him to stare down guys in the past who’d given me appreciative looks and on one occasion he’d threatened an amorous barman with castration when he’d ignored my wedding ring and asked me to meet him at the end of his shift.

  I sighed and welcomed the sleepy haze that came over me. Everything would be okay. Ed would be home soon. Coben and I were as solid as ever and all the pieces of the puzzle that were our hearts and fantasies were coming together.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Sian, can you help with this?”

  I glanced up at Drake, who was studying an image handed to him from a walk-in customer.

  “Sure, what is it?”

  “It’s a portrait and you’re on fire with these lately.” He handed me a photograph of a woman in her autumn years. She had swept up hair, and her head was tilted. A gentle smile graced her lips. She had mesmerizing blue eyes that stared straight at the camera lens.

  “Beautiful,” I said, looking up at the young man who stood before the reception desk.

  “Thanks, it’s my mother.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor. “She passed not long ago.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, me too, mate.” Drake pressed his hand on the customer’s shoulder.

  “You want her in color or black and white?” I asked softly.

  “Black and white if that’s okay. And just here.” He patted the top of his right arm.

  “Yes, that’s fine. I think it will come out really well there.”

  “You got time now or shall I come back?” He glanced at the door.

  Drake looked at me. “What do you think?”

  “Now is fine. Not much going on.” I gestured to the near-empty shop. “What’s your name?”

  The customer exhaled as if relieved, then smiled. “Nick.”

  “Well, Nick, take a seat.” Drake pointed at a sofa. “Sian will just get the image ready to transfer. You want a coffee?”

  “Please.” Nick sat and linked his fingers together.

  I sharpened a pencil, then spread a piece of tracing paper over the photograph.

  “Nice out there again,” Drake said, flicking on the kettle behind the reception desk.

  “Yeah,” Nick agreed. “Having a decent summer, aren’t we.”

  “So far.”

  I set about tracing the woman’s face, just the outline.

  “Going anywhere on holiday?” Drake asked from behind me.

  “Dunno. I went to Dubai last year. That was nice. Really bloody hot, though.”

  “Dubai, bit of a trek.”

  “No, not really, and it’s something else, you know. Big hotels, nice beach, palm-shaped islands.”

  “Didn’t you feel a bit out of it?” Drake collected the milk carton that had been sitting at my side.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well with all their different rules, culture and that.”

  “I guess a bit, but there’s loads of Europeans there. Not like if you go to Syria or Jordan. Can’t imagine there’s many white faces in that neck of the woods.”

  “Mmm, still not sure I’d go,” Drake said. “See that woman on the news last night?”

  “Which one?” Nick asked.

  “Some charity worker. She’d been helping refugees and got kidnapped by a bunch of lunatics.”

  “Oh yeah, I did see that,” Nick said. “She’s free now, though, isn’t she?”

  “Yeah, but only because the SAS went in and got her.” Drake spoke with pride. “Best in the world, they are.”

  I paused tracing the mouth on the photograph. They were talking about Brenda Doll, the woman Ed and his team had likely rescued. An image of his ruggedly handsome face rushed into my mind, replacing the pretty female one I was studying. I hoped to hell he hadn’t added any more scars to the ones he had and that he wasn’t the one who’d been injured.

  “Brave bastards, those SAS guys,” Drake said. “Wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of them, though.”

  “I bet that woman was pleased to see them otherwise it would have been…”

  I glanced up and watched Nick draw a horizontal line across his throat.

  “Yep, they’re a bit fond of that,” Drake said soberly.

  Resuming my tracing, I suppressed a shudder. If Ed was ever caught by fanatics he’d be a prize prisoner. Goodness only knew what they’d do to him. It didn’t bear thinking about.

  “Looked like they blew the place up, from what I could see on the news,” Nick said.

  “Yeah, grab and run. Grab the hostage, then get the hell out of there. Makes sense to take out a few bad guys on the way.”

  “Yeah.” Nick paused. “So I think I might do Spain this year, or Greece, not sure yet.”

  They moved on
from discussing the dangerous mission Ed had probably been part of and as they both sipped coffee debated the merits of each country’s financial situation and where they could buy the most beer for their money. I continued to trace the image that was to go on Nick’s arm and as I did so my heartstrings tugged. I wanted Ed back with us. He’d been special to Coben for a long time, but he’d become special to me in a very short space of time. It was as though we were all connected, drawn together, like fate had planned our destiny to walk on parallel paths at least some of the time, if not all of it.

  I shifted on the stool I was perched on. My ass was a little tender but it was a nice discomfort and I relished it. The delicate ache reminded me of the fun Coben and I’d had the night before. It also made me long for the full fantasy, the threesome he’d been preparing me for.

  Again my emotions spiraled, twisting in a different direction like a dirt devil in the desert. If only I could be sure that Ed wanted me the same way he wanted Coben.

  Coben had assured me he did, but I couldn’t be certain. Ed had barely given any indication he desired me in a sexual way. Even when we’d all been naked in bed together he’d focused solely on Coben. It was my husband who’d made him hard, stoked his fire and made him come. From what I could gather not much would have changed if I hadn’t been there. Which of course was the way it had been five years ago, before Coben and I had even met.

  As I began to trace the delicate curls of Nick’s mother’s hair I thought about Coben and Ed together. How they’d been in the past, sneaking about and stealing moments—moments where they could satisfy urges, kiss, hold each other, talk about the future. The excitement of a forbidden love, a secret passion, it must have turned up the heat factor. Love and lust would have boiled over when they’d finally managed to rip each other’s clothes off. Coben had a high sex drive. He liked sex—a lot. Several times a week was the norm, and twice in one day wasn’t unusual if we were on holiday or it was the weekend.

  Not that I was complaining.

  And if he’d been forced to wait, if he was frustrated, impatient and it was Ed not me on the receiving end, I had images of him getting rough and ripping at clothes. None of the niceties of foreplay, just raw, carnal fucking. Burying deep and pumping until the need was sated.

  A tremble of longing went down my spine. I’d have loved to see them like that together, need and satisfaction the only goal. Brawn and burly muscles clashing, cocks raging and ready to go, and steely determination to get to the end goal glinting in their eyes.