Muscling In (4 page)

I clenched around him. I was
wet and hot, needy for something to fill me.

He pushed another finger in,
upped the force on my clit.

My stomach muscles tightened.
A delicious throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to
life in my pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around
his shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.

“So greedy,” he murmured, his
breaths hot over my flesh.

“Greedy for you.” I sank onto
the invasion. “More, give me more.”

He shifted, his big body
easily removing my legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his
fingers still lodged inside me. “More?”

“Yes…” I drew up my knees,
utterly wanton now.

“Mmm,” he said, raising his
eyebrows. “Maybe more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers
over my anus.

“Fuck.” I gasped.

“You want fucking here?” He
pushed knuckle deep into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure
over the center of my pucker.

“No, yes…” I tossed my head
from side to side.

“Which is it?”

“I don’t know. Do what you
need to.” God, I wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked
it to keep the climax building.

“Of course you know what you
want. Tell me.”

“Come, I want to come.”

“With me in your pussy or your
ass, babe?” He gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.

“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer
questions at this moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic,
forbidden but delicious. I craved it.

He eased in a little more.

Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy
land.

I groaned and sped up my
ministrations on my clit.

“You want both. Say it.” His
voice held a note of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get
fucked in both holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled.
“Dirty girl. I knew I married you for a reason.”

“I want to come…”

“You will, but tell me, how am
I going to fuck you in both holes when I only have one dick?”

“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I
was breathless, the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”

“I guess that would work.” He
slid higher into my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the
time they can do that we’ll be too old to fuck.”

“No, never too old.”

“Let’s hope not. But…”

“But what?”

“Maybe I should get us a male
prostitute, hired cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your
cunt and one in your ass. How does that sound?”

“I…I…” How did that sound?
Like all my Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck
I’m going to come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted
to wait for dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the
point of return.

“Yeah, come. I love watching
you come.”

He was fucking me with his
fingers, front and back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to
explode.

“Me and you and a sexy man
with a big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery.
“Can you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you,
Sian? You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us,
stuffed with dick that’s hard just for you…”

“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging
on to the last moment before I climaxed.

“We’d be a tangled, sweaty
mess. So much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”

“I can’t…control…mine.” I
came. A wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and
spread around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I
bowed my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my
fingers and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.

“Ah yeah,” he said, still
pushing in and out of me. “Go, babe…”

Moist noises, my cum clacking
around his fingers, filtered to my ears. I sucked in air, my breasts jutting,
and allowed the relief of the climax to seep into my muscles. Relaxing me,
making me flop on the bed, my legs now slack and wide.

He slowed, then stopped, still
lodged high. “I fucking love watching you come.”

“Good…” I opened my eyes.
“Because…I love coming…with you watching.”

He was staring at my pussy, at
where he was double penetrating me. His mouth was a little parted, his brow
creased.

“What?” I asked. “What’s the
matter?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head.
“Just wish I could give you the fantasy. The two cocks.”

“Well, maybe we’ll get a toy
or something.” I squirmed. “But let’s talk about that after you’ve fucked me.
Your dick looks ready to explode.”

He pulled from my ass, then my
pussy. Rested over me, arms locked and cock directed at my entrance.

I adored this moment. I’d just
come, but having my husband primed and ready to plunge had another tremble of
longing blasting though me.

He pushed forward, perfect
aim.

I hooked my ankles behind his
thighs and tilted my pelvis.

He smoothed in. I was wet and
supple, but it was still a tight fit. When he was this hard he was the biggest
guy I’d ever been with. But we went together well. Two perfect pieces of our
own sexy jigsaw. But another man…in my…?

“Coben…” I said. “Would
it…work?” I’d had to pause to concentrate on relaxing to accommodate the last
few inches of him.

“What do you mean?” He gritted
his teeth as his balls pressed up against me.

“Me and you and another guy?”
I ran my hands up his biceps and held his shoulders.

“Guess we’d have to try it.”
He stared at me. His eyes glazed with desire.

“But…?” Was he being serious?
Probably. We’d known from the start of our relationship that we were both
pretty liberal when it came to sex. “Who?”

“Someone we could trust.”

“Yes…” I held my breath as he
pressed his body over my sensitive clit. “And hot.”

“So hot,” he said. “Someone
really fucking hot.”

“Would you…?” I paused,
remembering something he’d told me late one night, in the dark—a secret
whisper, a confession I’d prized from him.

“What?” He pulled almost out,
then smoothed back in. He wasn’t frantic, like I’d been, but in control, in the
moment and apparently enjoying each tiny sensation.

“Would you touch him too?”

“Guess it would be hard not
to.” One side of his mouth tipped into a grin and he held my gaze. There was a
teasing look in his eyes.

“And…” Fuck. Was I really
going to say this?

Yes. Go for it.

“And what?” He reached full
depth, then pushed in more, shifting us both up the bed.

I panted out a breath. “And
would you…kiss him?”

He bit his bottom lip.

I stared at his mouth. A mouth
I knew had kissed another man once upon a time because he’d told me so. A man
he’d felt something for, sexually.

“Kiss…” he repeated, a muscle
flexing in his jaw.

“Yes, would you kiss him?” I
hesitated. “Because that would be incredible to see you do that.”

“You think?” He dipped his
head and pressed his lips to mine.

“Yes.” I spoke against his
mouth. “The three of us, kissing, fucking, you and him connected too…”

He pulled in a sharp breath,
then groaned.

Oh, he liked
that
dirty talk!

“Yes, all of us,” I carried
on, “cocks, pussy all fucking, penetrating, coming. Everyone kissing and not
knowing where one person ends and the others begin.”

“Jesus, Sian…” He set up a
wild pace, fucking me with vigor. His face was shiny with sweat. The tendons in
his neck stood proud.

I wasn’t going to come again,
but seeing him orgasm like this, with a head full of a threesome fantasy, was
as good as any climax.

“Urgh…” He spurted into me,
blasting out his release.

I held him tight, locked him
to me. My heart was racing as pleasure zipped around my body. He was so hard,
concrete-like, inside me. Heat pulsed into my pussy and I gripped his
shoulders, imagining that I was holding him together in this moment of coming
undone. This was what we were, two halves, souls connected. We had a bond that
would be there for all eternity.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He gasped
and slowed. “Your cunt is so hot and tight.”

“Dirty soldier mouth,” I said,
holding him closer still and kissing the angle of his jaw.

“It’s a good job I’ve had
endurance training, woman. You’d kill off a meeker, smaller man.”

“Nothing meek or small about
you.” I clenched my pussy around his cock.

As he moaned he kissed me
again, smoothing his palm over my hair and pushing the damp strands back from
my face.

“You enjoyed the dirty talk,”
I asked, a smile spreading. “Thoughts of another man with us?”

“You look so sweet but say
such filth.” He matched my grin and I could feel it against my lips.

“But you didn’t answer my
question.” My heart was still trip-trapping along. I was pushing him. I knew I
was. This conversation was exciting, though, new. And we thrived off new.

“What?”

Oh, he knew what. He might be
a burly fighting machine but he had brain cells between his cute ears. His
company success was proof of that.

“The other guy…” I paused.
“Would you kiss him?”

He gave me an infuriatingly
cocky smile. “Why do you want to know so bad?”

“I just do.”

He shook his head, just a
little. “I should never have told you about kissing Matthew Henley back in
college, should I?”

“Oh, yes you should have, it’s
hot. I like to think of it sometimes.” I traced my fingers over his plump lips.
“Guys think two girls together are hot. It’s the same for women, you know. We
think two men together are sexy.”

A flash of surprise went over
his eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Tell me more.
Did you use tongues? Would you use tongues on our imaginary man?”

Coben was silent, but I could
sense his mind whirring.

I felt brave. “Would you touch
him, his chest, his belly, his ass…his cock.”

“Sian…”

“What? I’m curious. You just
made me come thinking about a threesome. I want to know exactly what you were
thinking about when you came.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, you would?” I asked,
trying to keep my voice neutral.

He sighed and pulled out. He
flopped to the mattress and scooped me close.

“Probably, if…”

“You’d kiss him if…?”

He was silent.

“If he was hot. Which we’ve
already said he is.” I spread my hand over his stomach, flattening my palm over
his navel. “Then you’d kiss him.”

“If you’d like that.”

“Hey.” I skimmed my hand
upward and tickled his ribs.

He squirmed.

“
You’d
like that, Coben. Don’t deny it.” I kissed his right nipple.
“I know you better than you know yourself. A sexy, willing guy in bed with us
would totally do it for you.”

“Mmm…” He cupped my chin and
stretched to capture my mouth. “Perhaps you do know me better than I thought.”

We kissed and I conjured an
image in my mind of another mouth joining us. Kissing Coben, then me, swapping
flavors between all of us, no rules, just pleasure, touching, exploring. I’d be
surrounded by muscle, filled with cock. Maybe I’d masturbate and watch the men kiss.
Perhaps Coben would shove his cock in my mouth as the faceless man fucked me
hard from behind. Both holding me tight as they drove into me. And when I was
exhausted, if they weren’t spent…then what? Would they fuck each other?

I broke the kiss and looked
into Coben’s eyes. I wished I knew what was going on in that head of his. Was
it the same things going through mine? Was he imagining being with another man?

“We should go to the beach
next weekend,” he said.

“What?” A sag of
disappointment went through me and I averted my gaze, stared at the tattoo I’d
given him four years ago. It was a bird with a medal pinned to its breast and
sat below his right collarbone.

“The beach. The weather is
supposed to be great.”

“Yes, okay.” I rested my cheek
in the groove between his shoulder and neck. “That would be nice.”

He kissed the top of my head
and sighed. “It’s going to be a good summer. I can tell.”

“Of course it will be.” His
heart was slowing, returning to normal as quickly as usual. He was so damn fit.
“As long as we’re together it will be good.”