The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance)

by Lily Harlem

  I cuffed Gabe on the chest and mock frowned. “Shut up.”

  “I’m sorry.” He wound his arms about my waist and pulled me close. “I did have every intention of it, honestly. Since we talked about it last night I’ve come right round to the idea. In fact, I can’t wait to see you in action.”

  “Really?” I looked up at his handsome face.

  “Yes, really.” He kissed me. “And there’s no reason it still can’t happen. We’ll just have to ask him together.”

  “That’s maybe for the best.”

  “Oh, er sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Brent said, walking back into the kitchen and giving us a once over as we stood embracing.

  I caught my breath and studied him. Had he heard us talking? No, it didn’t seem like he had, or if he had he covered it well.

  “Not at all,” Gabe said, giving me another kiss then stepping away to the fridge. “I see Hayley has already started on the wine. Would you like white, Brent?”

  “Yes, thanks.”

  I lifted the pot of potatoes, strained them then set them in a casserole bowl. “Pass the cream, please, Gabe.”

  “Here you go.”

  I added cream and herbs and a sprinkle of cheese then went to put them in the oven.

  “Here, let me,” Brent said. “That looks heavy.”

  “Yes, it is a bit.”

  He stood next to me, close. His shoulder brushed mine and I could smell his faded aftershave.

  My body reacted to his nearness. My heartbeat picked up and I breathed deeper. I was bombarded with images of him naked, fucking Gabe and being fucked by Gabe. I imagined him bending over for me—or would I make him lie on his back like Gabe had so I could watch his face as I put the big dildo in his hole?

  He lifted the potatoes and put them in the oven. I glanced at his ass, his suit trousers tightened over his taut cheeks as he stooped.

  I looked at Gabe and his attention was on me. He smiled a little, as though guessing what I was thinking.

  “Here,” Gabe said, passing Brent a glass.

  Brent sampled the wine smiled then set it aside. He rubbed his hands together. “So,” he said. “Let’s talk about the elephant in the room, shall we?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “The elephant in the room?” I repeated.

  “Yes.” Brent leaned back on the counter, folded his arms and angled one leg over the other so that the toe of his shoe was resting on the floor. “I don’t know about you two, but I’ve been looking forward to seeing you both all day and I don’t want to spend an evening thinking one thing when you’re thinking something else.”

  I glanced at Gabe. He appeared as surprised as me by Brent’s forwardness, though he hid it well.

  “So what do you want to happen?” Gabe asked. “What are you thinking?”

  Brent gave a twitch of a smile, as though that’s exactly how he’d thought a lawyer would reply to his statement. “Well, in an ideal world I’d quite a like a repeat of the weekend.” He uncrossed his arms and went and stood before Gabe. “That was pretty incredible by anyone’s standards.”

  Gabe stood tall.

  Brent took Gabe’s hand and pressed it between both of his. “I like you a lot. When this started I thought maybe just a bit of fun and wow, didn’t you have a cool wife to let it happen. But now…” He nodded at me. “Now it’s not just fun, it’s not just physical, it’s a longing…here.” He tapped his chest with his fingers then clasped Gabe’s hand again. “I said from the beginning I don’t want to come between you, and that still stands. It would break me to think I caused problems in your relationship.”

  “You haven’t,” I said.

  Brent smiled. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “No,” Gabe said.

  Brent twitched and sucked in a breath. It was as if he’d had a punch to his guts. “What?” He turned to Gabe.

  “You have…caused a problem,” Gabe said. He withdrew from Brent’s grasp then gently cupped Brent’s cheek, and smiled. “But I think you can help solve it.”

  Brent had paled. “I’ll do anything to make it right, really I will.”

  “Hey, don’t panic,” Gabe said.

  In that moment I completely adored Gabe. He was fighting battles inside about me and Brent being together yet still he was calm and caring—he wanted to make sure Brent was okay.

  “Just tell me,” Brent said. “Really, anything.”

  Gabe leaned closer to Brent. “Hayley, she wants you.”

  “But she’s yours,” Brent shot back, quick as a flash. “I can’t touch her.”

  “No, not without my permission you damn well can’t,” Gabe said.

  Brent tipped his chin. “And do I have that?”

  Gabe shook his head. “No.”

  “Okay…”

  “But I will give her permission to touch you.”

  Brent opened his mouth and shut it again.

  “I’ve seen how you look at each other,” Gabe said. “To start with it was just admiration, seeing another attractive person. But I was a fool to think that neither of you would be affected by the sexual fantasies you were ultimately involved in together, even if Hayley was a spectator.”

  I thought about Brent watching me when I’d been on the sun lounger with Gabe giving me oral. I hadn’t been the only voyeur.

  “I’m not a selfish guy,” Gabe went on. “I don’t want to be the absolute center of this…” He paused and slid his hands from Brent’s cheeks to his chest. “I understand the longing in here. I have it too. And I also know my wife and her longings and needs.”

  “Go on…” Brent said. “Tell me what she needs.”

  “She needs me but she also longs for you, the way I did…” He paused then whispered. “I still do.” He leaned forward and swept his lips over Brent’s.

  Brent sagged his shoulders and seemed to melt into Gabe.

  Gabe wrapped his arms around Brent’s waist. His expression was soft.

  “I still want you too,” Brent said, setting his hands on Gabe’s shoulders. “Far from reducing the lusty thoughts I was having about you, this weekend has intensified them, created more.”

  “More that involve Hayley?”

  Brent breathed out, long and low. “Yes.” He paused and glanced downward. “And I’m sorry if that’s hurt you.”

  “It hasn’t, you’re not the first man to fantasize about my wife and you won’t be the last. But you will be the first man I allow to get naked with her.”

  “But I can’t touch her?” Brent frowned. “I’m confused.”

  “Don’t be. My wife…” Gabe twisted his mouth into a sinfully sexy smile. “Has a toy that I think you will approve of very much.”

  Brent glanced at me, his brow creased.

  “Would you like to see it?” Gabe asked.

  Brent shifted from one foot to the other. I wondered if this whole conversation was making him hard.

  “I’m thinking I should say yes,” he said.

  I gripped the counter tighter. It seemed I’d be wearing my strap-on sooner than I’d thought.

  “Will dinner hold?” Gabe asked me.

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Good,” Gabe said. “You go get ready and we’ll come upstairs in a minute.”

  I studied him, wondering if I’d see anxiety in his eyes but I didn’t, there was only excitement. He was into this, I was sure of it. If he wasn’t, if I’d thought it would send him on a roll of jealous thoughts I would have refused.

  I walked up to him, wound my arm around his waist and Brent’s so I was wedged between them. “I only want this if you two do.”

  “We do,” Gabe said. He looked at Brent. “Don’t we?”

  Brent squeezed closer and the heat of his body warmed the length of mine. “Hell yeah. Whatever you have in store for me, little lady, I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be fun.”

  I took my wine upstairs and shut the bedroom door. My head was spinning. The events that
Gabe and I had talked about were really going to happen.

  I pulled the curtains then lit a candle on the dresser and turned on the bedside lamp. My hands were shaking and I paused, held them to my chest.

  Why was I so nervous?

  Because it had been years since I’d been with anyone other than Gabe?

  I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. It was all okay. Gabe would be with me. I’d used the strap-on before. I knew how to hit the spot and, oh God, the thought of making Brent come with it had moisture dampening my knickers. I wanted that control, that dominance, that power over his climax the way I had Gabe’s.

  I opened my eyes and pulled open the top drawer on the bedside locker. The strap-on was buried beneath my knickers. I tugged it out and looked at the small dildo attached.

  It was too small. Brent had taken Gabe’s big cock up his ass so I was confident he could handle my big dildo.

  I quickly removed it from the harness, searched under my knickers for the bigger attachment and secured it.

  Damn, it was good—big and black and heavy. I smoothed my hand up and down its shiny length. It had such a realistic head with a large flare at the base of the dome. I was pretty sure it would feel awesome for Brent. Perhaps Gabe would like a go too?

  Mmm, the thought of all three of us together…that was nice. I stilled. Yes, that was what I really wanted. It was becoming clearer to me. Much as I wanted Brent he was essentially part of the threesome fantasy that was revealing itself to my consciousness—a threesome that included Brent and Gabe.

  I glanced at the bed. The covers were perfectly flat and neat but I had an image of them messy and creased with the three of us naked, twisted together, groaning in ecstasy and making one another come over and over again.

  A truth settled inside me. It took away the confusion I’d had about wanting Brent. It was simply that I wanted Brent and Gabe, together. I adored their lovemaking, their wild fucking, and I wanted in on the action.

  Gabe didn’t want Brent and me fucking and that was okay…for now.

  Hurriedly, I pulled off my dress. I left my underwear on, bra and knickers, and stepped into the soft leather harness. The dildo was heavy and protruded quite some length. I moved to the mirror and admired my reflection with a cock.

  Good. Rude. Shocking. Sexy.

  “Hayley, you ready?” Gabe called from the other side of the door.

  “Yes, come in.”

  This was it.

  I turned to the doorway.

  It opened and light from the hallway spilled onto the carpet as Gabe walked in. He’d peeled off to his boxers and, as always, I admired his broad chest and the slim slopes of his waist and hips.

  “Looking good,” he said, adjusting his cock over the material of his underwear.

  I wondered what they’d been getting up to for him to be so hard.

  “Did I miss something?” I asked, putting my hand on my waist and jutting my hip.

  “Only us stripping off,” he said grinning. He turned to Brent, who now stood beside him.

  Brent was staring at me with wide eyes—well not me, the big black cock I was wearing. “Fucking hell,” he said.

  “What do you think?” I asked, stroking my dildo lovingly.

  “It’s…it’s not what I was expecting,” he said then licked his lips.

  I glanced at his groin. Like Gabe, he was sporting an erection that was tenting his underwear.

  “Shut the door,” I said to Gabe. “Then come over here.”

  He did as I’d asked.

  “Sit on the bed.” I pointed my finger at Brent. “And you, next to him.”

  Bloody hell, where had that assertive voice come from? Is that what having a dick did? It made me feel powerful. Being the penetrator had once again put me in a top position.

  Brent sat next to Gabe on the bed. Their bare arms were touching and they both looked at me expectantly.

  “So tell me, Gabe, what do you think of this new black cock of mine?”

  “It’s big,” he said, studying it. “Really big.”

  “Do you think you could handle it?”

  He hesitated. “Yes, I think so.”

  I reached out and cupped his chin. “Open.”

  He stared up at me and opened his mouth.

  I slid the cock just past his lips, so that the rim sat inside. “Mmm, it is bigger than the last one, but I don’t think it’s much different to Brent’s cock and you’ve had that up your arse and enjoyed it, haven’t you?”

  He nodded slightly and the dildo shifted in his mouth.

  I withdrew the cock and stepped in front of Brent. “Your turn,” I said. “Open wide.”

  He hesitated.

  “Take her,” Gabe said, running his hand over Brent’s hair. “Take my wife’s cock in your mouth and then, then you can take it up your arse.”

  “Fucking hell,” Brent muttered.

  A small tremble went over his body and he stared up at me with such a desperate expression of desire that I was tempted to rush straight to the main event.

  “Open,” Gabe said again. He pressed the tip of his index finger on Brent’s chin and urged his mouth wide.

  Holding the shaft of the dildo, I slowly eased it in.

  He fluttered his eyes shut, went to reach for me then dropped his clenched hands to the top of his thighs.

  “You like sucking cock, don’t you, Brent?” I whispered. “You like sucking my husband’s cock and now you like sucking mine. Go on, suck it.”

  He sealed his lips tighter and his cheeks hollowed as he created suction.

  “Mmm, that’s it,” I said, deepening the entry. “Suck me.”

  Gabe touched the shaft of the dildo then slid his hands up and squeezed my breasts through my bra.

  My nipples were tight and I pressed in for his touch. I glanced down at him and wondered if he’d take my bra off.

  He didn’t.

  I slipped the dildo from Brent’s mouth and stepped back. “Now kiss, you two, it makes me so hot to see you kiss and now you both taste of my dick.”

  Brent reached quickly for Gabe and locked their mouths together.

  Gabe groaned and clung to Brent’s shoulders as Brent pushed him down onto the bed.

  Their big bodies almost filled the mattress and they rolled to the middle, Brent on top and skimming his hands over Gabe.

  Gabe reached down, gripped Brent’s ass and ground his pelvis into Brent. He broke the kiss. “Fuck, I could come just from feeling your dick against mine like that.”

  “So come,” Brent said, shoving at Gabe’s boxers. “Come right now.”

  Gabe discarded his underwear. “No, not yet…Hayley.”

  Gripping a tube of lube, I moved onto the bed and set my hand on Brent’s back. I drifted it down to the waistband of his boxers and shifted them downward. “Lose these,” I said.

  Gabe pushed at them, so did Brent, and soon I was looming above two naked, hot-for-it men and holding my cock.

  I leaned down and pressed my lips to Brent’s ear. “Get on your hands and knees so I can see your sexy arse.”

  He did as I’d instructed, the muscles in his back and arms rippling as he supported himself. Damn, the guy was gorgeous and so willing.

  Gabe slid from under Brent and sat on his opposite side of him to me.

  “Fuck,” Brent muttered, hanging his head low.

  “All in good time,” I said, looking at Gabe.

  He was staring at me, over Brent.

  I tipped my head and pulled my eyebrows together. Silently asking if he was still cool with this.

  “Pass me the lube,” Gabe said with a small nod.

  I did.

  He flooded his fingers then edged behind Brent. “Such a sexy arse,” he said, parting Brent’s cheeks. “Damn, I fucked you so hard the other day, are you still feeling it?”

  “Damn it, yes, but I want more, I can take it,” Brent said, his voice tense and rough.

  I shuffled, on my knees, next to Gabe so I could s
ee what he was doing.

  “You’re going to get more, much more,” Gabe said. “From both of us.”

  Brent whimpered.

  Gabe spread cool lube over his hole.

  “Relax now, let me in. You need prepping for this big dick,” Gabe said.

  I set my hand on Brent’s back, rubbed a small circle and watched, fascinated as Gabe pushed his finger into Brent’s anus. The tight circle of flesh widened, opened up and let him in.

  “More…” Brent said on an expired breath.

  Gabe added another shiny, slicked finger and went knuckle deep.

  “Ah, yeah…” Brent said. “Do it.” He shifted a little, as though searching for more penetration.

  Gabe pulled almost out, placed his ring finger and index finger beneath his middle finger and pushed in again.

  My mouth was dry, my heart pounding. I adored the way Brent gasped when this thicker penetration spread his hole wide.

  “That’s it,” I said, stroking Brent’s buttocks. “Fuck, that’s amazing.”

  “Hayley,” Brent said on a pant. “Fucking hell, Gabe, you both, Jesus, just do what the hell you want to me, make me come, please…ah…ah…yeah…please.”

  Gabe looked at me, smiled then tipped forward and kissed me. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and he shoved his fingers higher inside Brent.

  I clung to him; my cock prodded his belly and I gripped Brent’s buttock.

  Gabe ended the kiss. “You ready?” he asked.

  “Yes. Absolutely.”

  He withdrew his fingers and moved to the side. “Get ready for it, Brent. My wife is going to hammer your sweet arse.”

  Brent’s hole was slightly open. Gabe gripped my dildo and placed the lubed tip at the center.

  “Nice and slow,” he said. “He’s loosened a little but still tight.”

  “I’ll be careful,” I said, pushing Brent’s buttocks as wide as they’d go. “Fuck, this is so hot.”

  “Are you wet?” Gabe asked.

  “Soaked,” I replied. “I could come just from doing this.”

  Brent groaned and pressed backward. He sank onto the dildo the first inch. “Fuck, yeah…” he said.