Muscling In (2 page)

“Nah,” Edward shook his head,
“I’ve got other ideas for you.”

“That sounds interesting.
I…oh—”

Coben was now staring at the
blanket on his bed. Edward had spun him around and tipped him over.

He fisted the sheet and again
locked his knees.

“My dick needs your ass,”
Edward said, palming Coben’s buttocks and pushing them apart. “Now.”

“Okay…yes, do it…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.”
Edward kind of chuckled but it was deep and strained. “I will.”

Coben heard the hurried
whoosh
of Edward’s zipper, then the rustle of material as he shucked down his pants.
He glanced between his torso and his underarm and caught a glimpse of Edward’s
big, circumcised cock arrowed toward him.

“Keep still,” Edward said. “I
fucking need you so bad.”

He glanced at his own cock,
softer now that he’d come but still at half-mast. “Get inside me.”

Edward ran his cool, lubed
fingers down the cleft of Coben’s buttocks.

“So fucking hot to see you
like this,” he said, finding the center of Coben’s hole and pushing in, knuckle
deep.

Coben shut his eyes and
relished this initial invasion. He felt tight, taut, and guessed it was the
intensity of this, their last time, making him tense.

“Open up.” Edward’s voice was
almost a growl. “More.” He added another digit and swirled his fingertips over
Coben’s sensitive internal spot.

“Ah, yeah…” Coben said, a
fresh wave of arousal darting through him.

“I’m not feeling patient. This
hard-on fucking hurts.” Edward stretched his fingers wide, scissoring them and
in turn parting Coben’s hole.

The burn was intoxicating.
Coben wanted more. “Do it. Just fucking fuck me.” He twitched his hips from
side to side, then bucked back, forcing himself onto Edward’s fingers.

“Greedy bastard,” Edward said,
pulling out. Instantly his cock was at Coben’s pucker. He gripped Coben about
the waist, a vicelike hold, then pushed in.

Coben opened his mouth but no
words came out. The width of Edward always took a moment to adjust to. Fuck it
felt good, though—hot, edgy, blissful.

Edward eased in farther until
the flared head of his glans popped inside Coben. He held it there.

“I thought…you were…going
to…fuck me…” Coben managed breathlessly.

“I am.” Edward suddenly
tunneled to full depth, fast, hard, until his balls bashed up against Coben’s.

Coben again bit his bottom lip
to prevent himself from crying out.

Edward was silent except for
his grunting breaths. He pulled back, slammed in again, keeping Coben exactly
where he wanted him.

Coben hung his head and
allowed himself to be used like a fuck toy. On and on Edward blasted in and out
of him, smoothing over his prostate, drawing Coben to another full-blown
erection. But he wasn’t going to come again, not this time.

Edward was on the edge, his
cock so thick and hard. “I’m coming,” Edward said on a gasp. “I’m coming in
your sexy fucking…soldier…ass.” He punctuated the last words with wild thrusts.

“Yes, yes…”

Edward reached forward,
gripped Coben’s shoulders and pulled him back, impaling him onto his cock.

“Yeah. Ah, it’s here…”

Coben gripped his own cock and
squeezed. He didn’t want to climax again, not yet. This would even them up.
Then they could fuck some more, soon…

“Yeah,” Edward said, slamming
to the hilt and freezing. “That…is…it.”

Coben was aware of the cock in
his ass pulsing through release, filling him with spunk. He groaned, adoring
being so possessed, so needed, so fucking fucked.

“Ah, bloody hell,” Edward
groaned.

“Shh,” Coben whispered. “Shh…”

Edward went silent, though the
vibrations of sheer pleasure emanating from him went through Coben’s body.

Coben clenched his sphincter,
squeezing the big cock in there.

“Oh God…Cobe,” Edward said,
releasing Coben’s shoulders. “Yeah.” He palmed Coben’s buttocks and rotated the
flesh, stretching his cleft, then bunching the soft orbs around his cock. “Does
your ass feel well and truly fucked?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

Edward kind of chuckled as he
began to withdraw.

Coben held his breath. He
enjoyed this bit, the feel of a sated cock slipping from his body.

Once the length had popped
out, he exhaled a long, low breath. His brow was hot and his heart racing—he
could hear the beat of his pulse in his ears.

“Fuck, that was good,” Edward
said, flopping onto the bed with his feet on the floor.

“Yeah, not bad for starters.”
Coben leaned over him and pressed a kiss on his lips.

“I might need a couple of
minutes before the main course.”

“That’s fine, we’re not in any
rush.”

“No, we’re not.” He gave a
languid grin.

Coben set about removing
Edward’s boots and socks. He tugged off his trousers and folded them over the
back of the chair.

Aware of Edward watching his
every move and his gaze following him around the room, Coben was also conscious
that Edward’s cock was at full hardness again and tapping his belly.

Turning to the bed, enjoying
the attention, he peeled off his t-shirt. He tensed his abs, knowing he looked
good. He was a man in the prime of his life. At optimum fitness. His strength
had been honed in the gym and he was a skilled fighter, marksman and computer
software expert.

“Gonna miss that sight,”
Edward said, running his gaze from the tip of Coben’s head to his toes,
hovering his attention on his cock.

“Yeah, I know what you mean?”
Coben gave Edward, who was only half-naked, the same languid once-over.

Edward tapped the bed. “Come
here, big boy.”

Coben didn’t need asking
twice. He slipped into Edward’s embrace, settled his face by his neck and
breathed in his delicious sex-sweat smell.

Edward tangled their legs
together and stroked down the gutter of Coben’s spine, tapping over each
vertebrae as though memorizing every detail. “You excited about getting on with
your new life?”

“Yeah, it will be cool.” Coben
hesitated. “To be my own boss, not have to answer to anyone. Forgotten what
that’s like.”

Edward huffed. “I still say
it’s a loss for the Air Force.” He paused. “And me.”

“I know, but…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve given Queen
and Country your best years and now you want to go it alone.”

“I can make it work.” Coben
propped onto his elbow. “Cyber security is big business now, what with all the
hacking and the threats from terror organizations and—”

“I get it, Cobe. Believe me, I
get it…” He ran his hand over Coben’s head as though soothing him. “And I know
you’ll be in demand, crazy fucking demand because of your experience. You’ll
have the upper edge on all those other techno geeks out there because you’re
ex-military.”

“Are you calling me a geek?”
Coben pulled a mock angry expression.

“Might be?”

Coben reared up, then flung
himself on top of Edward, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head.
Their cocks pressed against each other.

A flash of excitement passed
over Edward’s face and he parted his lips as air huffed from his lungs.

Coben knew Edward could have a
damn good go at shaking him off, but he didn’t think his lover wanted him to go
anywhere.

“How many geeks can pin down
big, bad SAS men?”

“Only you.”

“Yeah, and don’t you forget
it.” Coben dipped his head and kissed him. He was enjoying having Edward
beneath him—hot, sexy, tough Edward all surrendered and pliant.

As they kissed, their shafts
swelled against each other. Coben rocked his hips.

Edward groaned into his mouth.

“I’m gonna fuck
you
now,” Coben said, then tugged
Edward’s bottom lip with his teeth.

“Mmm…” Edward smiled.

Coben released him.

“Do it,” Edward said. “Lube’s
here.” He shifted his arms.

Coben unpinned his wrists and
sat back on his haunches, between Edward’s legs.

Edward slipped his hand
beneath the pillow and retrieved the lube. He passed it to Coben, a look of
barely controlled patience on his face.

Coben wasn’t feeling very
patient himself. But he didn’t want to rush this—it was too special. He hooked
his hands beneath Edward’s thick thighs, the right of which was heavy with
tattoo, and parted his legs wider.

Edward curled forward and took
his own cock in his hand, began to slowly work his shaft.

Coben adored watching Edward
touch himself—the way his big fingers curled around his thick girth, how the
tendons in his wrists shifted beneath the skin, the blocks of muscles rippling
in his belly.

Quickly Coben coated the tips
of his fingers with lube. He lifted Edward’s weighty balls upward, then skimmed
over his hole.

“Yes,” Edward hissed, shutting
his eyes. He clenched his teeth and a muscle flexed in his jaw.

Coben sought purchase, then
eased into the dark heat.

“More…” Edward demanded.
“More…”

He added another finger,
loving seeing how Edward opened for him. “I will always have more for you.”

“We both know…that’s not
true.” Edward opened his eyes. “This is it. This, now…”

Coben tried to ignore the stab
of pain in his heart. He didn’t want this moment spoiled by remembering it was
their last night together. “Shh…” He frowned. “Just lie back and enjoy.”

Edward did as instructed. He
relaxed his shoulders onto the bed again and his head melted against the
pillow.

Coben set up a steady rhythm,
fucking him with his fingers and being sure to swipe over his prostate on each
ride inward.

Edward groaned as a tremor
trekked over his body. His knees tightened against Coben’s torso.

Coben’s cock was hard and
needy. As he continued to work Edward he slathered some lube over his own
glans. He was becoming eager for the main event. He wanted to be inside Edward,
feel him hugging his erection, gripping his root, noose-like. He wanted to see
his face, for the last time, as he penetrated to full depth.

He pushed another finger into
the gripping hole.

Edward groaned and tossed his
head left to right.

A coil of lust unwound within
Coben and he pushed in faster, harder, knuckle deep.

“Ah fuck…” Edward said,
screwing up his nose. “Get in me. Fuck, I don’t want to come with your
fingers.” He stared at Coben. “I want to come with your fucking cock.”

“Yes.” Coben withdrew. He
quickly shuffled so his cock was lined up with Edward’s hole.

Edward drew up his legs,
clutching the back of his thighs and tilting his pelvis.

The tip of Coben’s slippery
cock took aim. Then he slid forward a fraction, relishing the almost impossibly
tiny space he was about to ram into.

“Do it.”

He did. He forged forward,
opening Edward around his meaty shaft. The head of his dick disappearing from
view. He didn’t pause. He rammed to full depth until their balls slapped
together.

“Argh…” Edward arched his neck
and cried out. “Argh…”

Coben quickly whacked his left
hand over Edward’s mouth. “Shh…fucking hell, shut up.”

Edward stared up at him, his
mouth parted behind Coben’s palm, the echoes of the cry trapped. His eyes were
wide.

Coben smiled, but it was
strained. The temptation to just tip into a wild, animalistic fuck was almost
too much. “You gonna be quiet?”

Edward nodded and shut his
eyes. When Coben removed his hand he was panting hard. “So…fucking…good.”

“Yes…” Coben withdrew a
little, then smoothed back in.

A groan rumbled up from
Edward’s chest but he kept it contained.

“That’s it,” Coben soothed.
“Just feel, just enjoy. No rush.”

“No rush.” Edward reached for
Coben. He pulled him into a kiss and held him close.

Coben rocked his hips, loving
the feeling of being so deep, of having Edward’s arms and legs wrapped around
him. They were almost one person. So close, so together.

On and on they kissed, fucked,
cocks straining as they held back orgasm. Coben felt like his balls were on
fire and as though his skin was alive with hungry need for Edward. He could
feel Edward’s cock trapped between their abdomens. It was stiff and bloated,
craving release.

“It’s time to come,” he said.
“I can’t…keep it…in…”

“Me neither…come.” Again
Edward clasped Coben’s face, holding him still and staring into his eyes.
“Come, come in me. Claim me forever.”