The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (19 page)

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 see 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.

“Give
it to him, Hayley,” Gabe said, excitement lacing his voice.

I eased
in some more, watching the black shaft disappear into Brent. It was so big but
he kept on taking it, higher and higher, his anus stretching thin and shiny
around it.

“Oh, my
fucking God, that’s so…deep,” Brent groaned.

“Almost
there…” Gabe said. “Fuck, you’ve nearly taken it all.”

Brent
arched his spine and held his breath.

I
buried that last section into him.

“Breathe,”
I said, again rubbing his back. “Breathe, Brent.”

He
huffed out a breath.

“You’ve
done it,” Gabe said, moving up the bed. “You’ve taken Hayley’s big fucking black
dick.”

Brent
looked up at Gabe. “It’s…so…heavy inside me. So…deep.”

“That’s
how you feel in me,” Gabe said, grabbing one of my face wipes by the bed and
rubbing the lube from his fingers. “And do you want her to fuck you hard and
fast or slow and sweet?”

“Whatever
the hell she wants…” he said.

I
pulled out, not all the way, then sank back in.

My
action elicited a lusciously carnal groan from Brent and I guessed I’d given
his prostate a nice blast of stimulation.

I looked
at Brent’s long, tense back and broad shoulders. I gripped his hips and pulled
out again.

Gabe
moved in front of Brent, he was holding his cock.

“We
both want you,” Gabe said. “Take us both, Brent.”

“Yes,”
Brent said quickly. “Yes, fucking hell. Let me suck your dick.”

Gabe
didn’t need asking twice, and as I entered Brent to the hilt, he slipped the
length of his cock into Brent’s mouth.

Gabe
gritted his teeth and shut his eyes. He wound his fingers into Brent’s hair and
held him tight. A low moan rattled up from his chest.

My
pussy was clenching around nothing, my breasts were aching and my clit rubbed on
the harness. In my fantasy I had never envisaged this, but why the heck not? Me
and my husband both pleasuring a new lover, at the same time, owning him, penetrating
him and caring for him.

It was
off the scale erotic.

“You
like that?” Gabe asked, withdrawing a little.

“Hmmph…”
Brent kind of nodded.

Gabe
smiled and pushed back in. “Good, ’cause this is it. Come when you want to…” He
glanced up at me. “Make him come, Hales.”

It was
time to up the pace. I shifted my hips back then forward, watching the dildo
carefully as I set up a deep, intense rhythm.

Brent
went with me, bucking in time. Taking me and Gabe into his body. I tightened my
grip on his waist and felt his balls slapping against the top of my legs.

He was
coated in a layer of sex-sweat and the scent of him, of us all, drifted to my
nostrils and turned me on all the more.

“Ah
yeah, suck me like that, way down in your throat,” Gabe gasped. “Mmm, yeah.”

I
looked at Gabe. He was enjoying fucking Brent’s mouth; his expression was one
of pure bliss.

A new,
feral noise rumbled up from Brent. I reckoned he was getting close.

Gabe
heard it too, opened his eyes and stared at me. “Come, Brent,” he said, pulling
his hair. “Let it all go, we’ve got you.”

Another
deep, acute groan.

I
pressed down on Brent’s waist so that the angle of my dildo entered him in a
way that it would hit directly on his hot spot.

His
whole body shuddered, his ass seemed to spasm around the cock then he jerked
forward, his body convulsing and shaking. I quickly reached beneath him,
grabbed his cock and yanked at it, hard.

Cum
filled my hand, warm and silky, and I shoved to full depth and then jolted into
him some more.

Gabe
pulled out, and Brent’s cry of abandoned ecstasy rang around the room.

Again I
withdrew, steamed back in and worked his cock frantically.

He
collapsed onto the bed, towing me by the dildo with him and trapping my arm
beneath him.

I lay
on top of him, his wild breathing shifting my body.

“Ah…ah…yes,
oh, fucking hell, yes, that was…it…” he moaned.

I was
breathing fast, my heart thudding and my pussy was so damn wet. I dragged my
arm out from under Brent.

Gabe
rushed down the bed to me. He grabbed my cheeks and drew me in for a kiss.

“Mmm…”
I said, gripping his shoulders.

“I need
to fuck you,” he said onto my mouth, “now, here…is that okay?”

“Yes…”
I panted. “I need fucking so badly.”

I
looked downward and gently withdrew the dildo from Brent’s ass.

Brent
moaned and squirmed but stayed flat on his belly with his hands beneath his
face.

“Get
this off,” Gabe said, dragging at the harness.

I
tipped onto my bum and let him pull the toy and my knickers off.

Next
thing I knew I was being tossed up the bed. My head landed on the pillow next
to Brent’s and Gabe towered over me. His expression reminded me of the one he’d
had when he and Brent had toppled into the guest room at Hardon Manor—desperate
and urgent to screw.

“I
won’t last long,” he said, prodding at my entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Me
neither…I…oh…”

He
tunneled to full depth, stretching me wide and filling me up so completely.

I shut
my eyes and arched my neck. “Gabe…” I gasped.

“Mmm…”

“Fuck
me.” I looped my legs around the backs of his thighs and clasped his buttocks.
My breasts, through my bra, jostled against his chest as he thrust in and out
of me.

I could
hardly catch my breath he was going for it so wildly. My clit was being bashed
over and over, the pressure mounting.

I
twisted my head and opened my eyes.

Brent
was staring at me, his lips parted and his nostrils flaring as he continued to
catch his breath from us pounding into him.

I
reached out, gripped his hand and squeezed. I wanted him to be part of my
orgasm, feel me shake the way I’d just felt him spasm in ecstasy.

Gabe
buried his head in my neck, his cock swelled to full hardness and I knew he was
on his last few seconds.

I
allowed my orgasm to consume me. It started in my clit, spread to my pussy and
my belly then raced to every nerve in my body.

The
noises erupting from my mouth were incoherent and gasping and all the time I
stared at Brent, unblinking and letting him see into my soul, letting him see
how much I loved Gabe but also how much I wanted him to be part of this.

“Ah,
yeah, I’m fucking coming in you, Hales,” Gabe gasped as semen flooded my
insides. He shoved harder and released more. He moaned then slumped, only just
taking his weight on his elbows.

I
clutched my husband’s buttock and kissed his cheek. I then turned to Brent,
released his hand and brushed a damp lock of hair that was clinging to his brow.

One
side of his mouth tipped into a smile and his eyes shone.

He’d
enjoyed the show. He’d enjoyed being screwed by us. He’d enjoyed being part of
us as much as we’d enjoyed letting him into our bedroom.

We lay
for several minutes catching our breaths, me connected, physically, to both
men.

“I
should check dinner,” I said.

“Fuck
dinner,” Gabe muttered sleepily.

I chuckled.
“You won’t be saying that in half an hour when your stomach is rumbling.”

“Mmm…okay.”
He shifted off me and I sat and reached for my knickers. “You two relax, I’ll
get it sorted.”

“Are
you sure?” Brent asked, half turning.

“Yes,
you’re our guest.”

“I like
being your guest very much,” he said, propping his head onto his hand and
watching me pull my underwear up. “The aperitifs here are incredible.”

I
grinned, then nipped into the bathroom to freshen up and put my dress back on
then headed down the stairs.

The
scent of dinner was strong, but luckily, when I checked, it was cooked and just
keeping warm.

I
glugged back a glass of water and stared out at the twilight stretching over
the small patch of sky I could see from the kitchen.

Bloody
hell. Had we really just done that? It seemed we had and it was so damn good I
couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

But
what about the elephant in the room now? The fact that Brent and I still hadn’t
actually fucked. I was allowed to touch him but he wasn’t allowed to touch me.

That
wasn’t going to work in a threesome if it went further than once or twice, even
I knew that.

And
being together, in bed, it was pretty damn hard not to touch. I couldn’t begin
to imagine the sort of willpower Brent had needed to keep his hands to himself.
It was just as well I’d been behind him most of the time and he’d been
clutching the sheets.

* * * *

The
next day at work I had a muggy head. It wasn’t because we’d had wine with our
duck the evening before, or that it had ended up a late night chatting in the
lounge about Brent’s court case later in the week—he didn’t seem to mind
me knowing the details now, which made it possible for me to help out by making
suggestions—it was because I just couldn’t stop thinking of Brent and
Gabe. Collectively they’d stolen my concentration, held my thoughts hostage and
made my body buzz every time I thought of us all in bed together.

I
signed off several accounts and added notes to some of the junior associates’
cases. The sun had decided to stay behind clouds today and the London sky was
gray, which meant I had to put a small lamp on in my office.

I
sipped on herbal tea and started reading through a new case—a particularly
complex custody battle—but my mind kept wandering. Memories of the night
before blustered into my head uninvited. My big cock sinking deep into Brent’s
ass. Gabe’s face as he buried his dick in Brent’s mouth. The way Brent had come
with such abandon then watched me do the same.

I
crossed and uncrossed my legs. The three of us were becoming so close as a
unit. Oh, Gabe would always be my world, the love of my life, but sitting at
home last night and having Brent with us, it had felt so right. He fitted us,
him being there worked.

So what
the hell was the next step?

I
rubbed my temples and went back to the case. I tried to concentrate. I
had
to concentrate. I was charging a small fortune for my time and expertize and
the client deserved a lawyer who wasn’t plotting when she could have her next
threesome.

“Really,
sir, I told you last time.”

I
glanced at the door, the sound of Jeannie’s voice pulling me back to the
present.

“You
have to make an appointment to see Mrs. Stone. She’s very busy…please…sir.”

The
door pushed open.

Brent
walked in.

He shut
the door with a sharp click.

I put my
pen down and stared at him.

He
wasn’t wearing a suit. Instead, pale cream slacks, a white shirt and a navy
blazer. His cheeks were a little red as though he’d marched here.

I
pushed my chair backward, the wheels rolling on the carpet.

He strode
across the room, walked behind my desk, stooped and gripped the arms of my
chair.

“Brent,”
I said, looking up at his face.

He was
so close I could make out every individual eyelash and a few freckles on the
bridge of his nose. His eyes bored into mine—his pupils were large
disks—and he came even closer.

I
tightened my hold on the arms of the chair and clenched my belly. I’d just been
thinking of him, remembering his face the night before as he’d watched me come,
and here he was, right in front of me.

He
didn’t speak. Just stared at me. His nostrils twitched, he was breathing
heavily.

“What?”
I whispered. “What do you want?”

He
parted his lips, rolled his tongue on them then shut his mouth. He lowered his
head another inch. Our mouths were a hair’s-breadth apart.

I knew
damn well what he wanted. He wanted me. He wanted me
and
Gabe.

One small
movement and I could kiss him. His lips looked so damn kissable and the desire,
the lust, shining in his eyes, it was impossible not to see, impossible to
ignore.

Fuck, I
wanted this man.

My
heart rate was skipping along; I could feel the pulse in my chest as though
someone was tapping my sternum.

He
dropped his gaze from my eyes to my mouth then down my body. I guessed he was
watching my breasts heave against my cream-colored shirt; he could probably make
out the delicate white lace bra beneath and see a hint of cleavage from the
angle he was at.

Again I
studied his lashes. They were straight and cast shadows on his cheeks. His
eyelids were a little large, heavy. He had some of the sexiest come-to-bed eyes
I’d ever seen.

I
wanted to grab him, reach for his face. Kiss him hard and wild and show him the
passion I had inside for him.

But I
didn’t.

I
couldn’t.

Gabe.

Gabe
wasn’t here. Gabe needed to be with us. Gabe had to consent to Brent and I
being together in any way.

Brent
looked back up. His brow creased into a frown and he shut his eyes.

Suddenly,
he straightened and crossed his arms. He stared out of the large window at the
gray London sky.

I blew
out a breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding.

“Yes,”
I said. “I’ll talk to Gabe. About us. About us being a threesome properly. But
it can’t happen if he’s not okay with it.”

He turned
back to me. He nodded, once—a quick up-and-down movement of his head that
was barely there—then he turned and walked back to the door.

I spun in
my chair and watched him.

He
stopped, his fingers on the handle, and stared at me once more.

Something
else flashed across his face—anxiety, need, apprehension.

“And
yes,” I said, resting my hands flat on my desk. “I’ll be there, Friday. In
court with you and Gabe. Don’t worry, I’ve cleared my schedule like I said I
would.”

He
nodded again then disappeared from my office.

I
rubbed my hand down my cheek and stared at the door.

That
was it. Brent wanted the same as I did. I had no choice now. I’d have to speak
to Gabe, see if he could consider us in bed together as a threesome and without
the no-touching rules.

Of
course, if he couldn’t cope then that would have to be the end of it, because I
for one didn’t think I could spend any more time with Brent and not have him
touch me.

As I
knew, a fire had been lit and now the flames were burning us up. Licking and
wending their way around us, through us, and nothing could put them out.

It was
be burned alive or go our separate ways and hope they became nothing more than
smoldering cinders.

That
was something I didn’t want.

* * * *

The
next few days went by in a whirlwind of work. By clearing my schedule to make
Brent’s Friday afternoon court hearing, I’d increased my daily workload.

I
stayed late both nights. On Wednesday, Gabe was in bed asleep by the time I
made it home a little after midnight and he’d left when I woke the next morning
for an early session at the Magistrates court. On Thursday, he was even later
than me. He’d text to say he’d got caught up in a partner dinner that had led
to serious strategy discussions.

The
free time gave me the chance to think without the distraction of work and I let
my thoughts wander as I showered then made an omelet.

My
emotions were much calmer than I’d ever have imagined they could be with a
third person in our lives. We’d been so wrapped up in each other for so long,
me and Gabe, but it all felt so natural to have Brent a part of
us—exciting yes, but also natural.

I
recalled Gabe in The Golden Goose, how he’d said he didn’t love Brent yet had
touched his chest and spoken of his heart. The action had whispered a story to
me that I was only just hearing. Had I been too busy to see it or had I
conveniently ignored it?

Well, I
couldn’t avoid it any longer. Gabe was in love with Brent—or certainly
falling in love with him.

Had he
even admitted that to himself?

I had
no idea. Gabe talked about lust and fantasies but how separate could he keep
them from his emotions? His passion was born from the very core of him. He was
a sexy man who’d always given himself so openly to me, and from what I’d seen,
to Brent too.

Of
course love was in the equation for him. How could it not be? And why the hell
didn’t that new love scare me half to death? I was Gabe’s wife, his partner.
Wasn’t his heart for me alone?