Muscling In (13 page)

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 to 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.”

“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.