Muscling In (12 page)

“Yet our paths
have
crossed again,” Ed said, his
attention set on Coben’s mouth, and his eyes heavy. “And it seems you have a
very understanding wife.”

“She’s the best,” Coben said.
He suddenly pushed forward harder. He released Ed’s wrists and captured his
cheeks.

Ed quickly grabbed Coben’s
shoulders and pulled him closer. From where I was standing, holding my wine, I
could see their big jaws touching, their temples working and their chests
pressed together. It was a hungry, desperate kiss, one that had been held back
for too long.

I held my breath for a moment,
then blew it out. So many times I’d thought of this, of seeing Coben kiss
another man, and now it was happening. And it wasn’t just any other man. It was
Ed. A man he had history with and a man I wanted to get my hands on just as
much as Coben did.

“Ah, Jesus,” Ed said, breaking
the kiss. He appeared a little dazed. “Did that really just happen?”

“You better believe it,” Coben
said, pressing his mouth to Ed’s again.

Ed ran his hands down Coben’s
back and cupped his ass, drew him nearer with his palms.

They both moaned, low and
guttural.

I could just imagine their
hard cocks jutting against each other through their clothes.

Coben finally broke the kiss
and turned to me. “Come here, babe.”

I placed my wine on the
counter and walked over to them. I was so turned on my legs felt weak and my
pussy swollen. I wanted to be part of it, get in the middle, be kissed and
touched—satisfied.

“What?” I asked, drawing up
beside them.

Coben set a kiss on my lips.
He tasted a little salty, different to how he usually did—it was Ed’s sexy
flavor mingled with whiskey. “I want you to be part of this.”

“Me too.” I smiled. “You two
are hot together.”

“Yeah,” Ed said, placing his
palm on Coben’s cheek. “Worried I might combust in a minute, though.” He closed
his eyes and kissed Coben again.

I saw the sleek stroke of his
tongue and heard the scratch of their stubble, the wind of their breaths.

Coben pulled back. He took
hold of Ed’s t-shirt, at the base, and tugged it up. As his belly, chest and
underarms were exposed I was bowled over once more at his beauty. Ed really was
a perfect male specimen—if I ignored a few dinks and dents on his battle-worn
torso, that was.

“Maybe we should…” Ed started.

“Take this to the bedroom?”
Coben finished, tossing the t-shirt aside.

“Yes,” I agreed, “we should.”

Coben reached for my hand,
then Ed’s, and led the way. We walked up the stairs in silence. My shoulder
brushed Coben’s and I stared at Ed’s sneakers moving in time with my feet. This
was really happening. I was a ball of excitement, all my senses heightened.

We went into the bedroom that
was now bathed in shadows as dusk approached.

“Are you sure?” Ed asked.
“There is no going back after this, once we’ve…”

“We’re sure.” I looked up at
Coben.

“We’ve talked it through,”
Coben said, peeling off his t-shirt. “Tonight we want you to be the third in
our bed.” He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his side.
“If you’ll have us.”

“Do you even need to ask?” Ed
glanced between us. “I’m a horny soldier home on leave.” He reached for his
belt buckle and undid it.

Coben reached for his too,
quickly releasing it and shoving off his jeans. “You’ve got too much on,” he
said, turning to me.

I realized I’d been standing
there dumbly yet happily watching their striptease. It was perfunctory. There
was no seduction in the way they were peeling away layers, kicking off shoes,
yet it was incredibly sexy. They had to get naked, get down to business.

I undid my skirt and slipped
it down my legs. The sight of Ed’s cock had me distracted for a moment. Thick
and dark, it jutted up from a riot of black pubic hair. His erection was full
mast. He was clearly eager to begin.

“How long has it been?” Coben
asked him, kicking his underwear to one side.

“Five years since a man,” Ed
said, putting one hand on his hip, clearly not concerned about being undressed
in front of Coben and I. “Since a woman, well, a guy has needs…since my last
leave.”

“Someone special?”

“A one-night stand.” He
paused, then shrugged. “I’m good at those.”

Coben frowned and reached for
him. He dragged him into a tight hug and kissed him hard. Their bodies were
aligned. Their hands searched each other, exploring dips and rises, smoothing
over buttocks. Everything in their touch screamed this was so much more than a
one-night stand. This was something that had to be done, that would linger long
after the sun rose.

As I tugged off my top and
unhooked my bra I thought of braille and how they seemed to be reading each
other’s bodies, perhaps reminding themselves of stories from the past.

Quickly I relieved myself of
my knickers. The men moved to the bed, tumbled onto it and stretched out, their
limbs long and thick on the soft covers. I adored the sheer quantity of muscle,
their craving for each other, the privileged position I was in to be here
sharing it.

“Fuck, you haven’t changed,”
Ed said. “So fucking hot for it.” He rolled over, pushing Coben to his back.

“Always, for you,” Coben said.
He looked my way. “Babe, come here…” He held out his hand.

I took it and slid onto the
bed next to them. My heart was galloping, my pussy wet. So much skin, so much
desire. The erotic moment was a bubble only we were living in.

“Ah yeah.” Coben gasped as Ed
slid his hand low, lower still and gripped his cock. “Fuck…your hands…” He
looked down at where Ed was now holding his shaft. He turned to me. “God, his
hands, and you…”

I bent and kissed his nipple
and also wrapped my hand around his cock, settling it over Ed’s. We set up a
steady push-pull motion.

“Shit…that’s so much,” Coben
said. “Both…of you…ahhh…” He pressed his shoulders to the bed and thrust his
hips up.

“You’re gonna have to have
more stamina than that,” Ed said, a smirk spreading on his face. “We’ve only
just begun.”

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.