The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (22 page)

“It
certainly feels like it will, Hayley,” Brent said. “Damn, I want to kiss you. I
want to kiss you both. But not here.”

“No,
not here,” Gabe said. “I don’t think the City of London is quite ready for our
public displays of affection, not yet.” He grinned sinfully. “Especially as I’m
thinking it should be a naked display of affection.”

Brent
smiled.

His
smile made my heart leap. I’d hated seeing him so sad, so deflated. But he was
back. Sexy, smart, confident Brent, the third in our lives, he was back and a
free man for us to claim.

“Let’s
get out of here,” Gabe said.

“Where?”
Brent said, standing and holding out his hand to me. “You want to get a hotel
or something?”

“No,” I
said with a grin. “I’m sure we can make it to Chelsea without ripping each
other’s clothes off.”

“What
with him dressed like that,” Brent said, gesturing to Gabe, who looked gorgeous
in his best black suit. “And you wearing that tight skirt…come on, I’m only
mortal.”

I
batted his shoulder. “Behave and let’s find a cab.”

Gabe
laughed and linked my other arm.

If I
hadn’t had three-inch heels on I would have skipped away from St. Paul’s
Cathedral. As it was I clung to the two men who were a very central part to my
life and my future.

“Watch,”
Gabe said. “Sit on the bed and watch as I take her clothes off for you.”

Brent
sat on the edge of our bed. He’d removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie and
undone his top button. He placed his hands behind himself and locked his elbows.
“With pleasure.” He tipped his head and smiled at me.

It was
a teasing tilt of his lips that made me want to kiss him.

I set
down my shoulders and curled my toes into the carpet. A small shiver of desire
tickled its way up my spine and over my scalp when Gabe nuzzled into my back.
His hard cock pressed into my ass cheeks and his breath was warm.

“Stand
still,” he whispered. “Perfectly still, you’re mine to give, mine to reveal.”

“Yes,”
I said quietly, keeping my eyes on Brent. “I am.”

Gabe
reached for the top button on my blouse and undid it. Slowly, agonizingly
slowly, he then reached for the next one and released that too.

Brent
licked his lips, his concentration on what Gabe was doing.

My
blouse fell open, and Gabe gently released it from the waistband of my skirt.
The material was so soft it was like fluid as he pulled it down my arms and let
it float to the floor.

He
eased down the zip on the back of my skirt, his fingers touching my buttocks
through the material.

I felt
it loosen around my hips then he stooped and helped it down. I stepped out of
it and again he tossed it away.

“She’s
beautiful,” Brent said, sitting forward. “Hayley, you’re a vision of
perfection.”

“She
is,” Gabe said, standing and kissing the tip of my shoulder.

I swallowed
and a warm glow settled in my belly, heating my inner thighs and sending a
tremor through my pussy. This was it. My moment with two men as my lovers and my
first time, of many I hoped, with Brent.

Gabe
slipped his hands up my belly to my breasts and cupped me over my white lace
bra.

I
rested back on him and his shirt was cool and crisp on my bare, hot skin.

“I love
you,” he murmured.

“I love
you too,” I fluttered my eyes shut.

He
squeezed a little harder.

“It’s
time to lose the bra,” he said, undoing the front clasp.

The
cups fell and he slid the straps down my arms. The bra landed on the floor.

I
looked at Brent again. He had a sexy, heavy expression and was sporting quite a
bulge behind his suit trousers.

Gabe
kissed his way up my neck and pinched both of my nipples between his fingers
and thumbs. He pulled, stretching them, the way I liked.

I
moaned and reached out. I clutched his waist, grasping his belt. “Gabe.”

“Shh…”
he said against my cheek. “Just feel.”

Oh, I
could feel okay; my breasts were tingling and the nip of pain was sending darts
of lust between my legs.

Gabe
released my nipples and again cupped my breasts. He pushed them together, his
big hands covering them.

Brent
loosened his tie some more, sliding the knot way down low. He shifted on the
bed then tugged the tie completely off as though irritated with it.

“You
like what you see?” Gabe asked.

“Do you
need to ask?” Brent said, his voice a little hoarse.

Gabe
chuckled, released my breasts and slipped his hands to the waistband of my
thong. He hooked his fingers under the elastic and pushed.

The
scrap of material fell down my legs and I kicked it away.

Brent
stood. He reached for the cuffs of his shirt and undid the buttons. He then
yanked it from his trousers and snapped the rest of the buttons free. I thought
I heard one tear off.

Excitement
and lust were racing through my veins. Gabe stood behind me and I wanted him so
much, but before me was Brent, removing his shirt and revealing his body that I
needed so badly.

He cast
his shirt aside and stepped up close. He looked at me, then at Gabe.

Gabe
was breathing fast, as excited as me, it seemed. “Touch her.”

Brent
reached out, set his palms on my cheeks then kissed me.

I
sagged, the first press of his lips sapping me of strength.

Gabe
held me tighter, his arms secure around my waist.

I
became lost in the kiss, the stroke of Brent’s tongue on mine and his sultry
flavor. I felt so small between them, being held and adored, it was my dream
come true.

“Hayley,”
Brent said, pulling back. “I think you may just be the most perfect woman in
the world.”

He
released my face and reached for Gabe, kissed him softly, sweetly.

I
rested my hand on Brent’s shoulder and the heat of his flesh seeped onto my
palm. I could hear the mesh of their mouths, soft wetness, by my ear.

“Are
you sure, Gabe?” Brent murmured.

“Absolutely,
this feels so right,” Gabe said. “This, the three of us. I can’t imagine it not
like this now that you’re here.”

“Thank
you,” Brent said. “For everything.”

“No,” I
said, sliding my hand up Brent’s neck and winding it into the strands of hair
at his nape. “Thank you, for showing us how perfect it could be.”

He
smiled, then ran his fingers from my shoulders to my elbows to my hands. He
stretched my arms wide and looked down at me, at Gabe’s thick, corded forearms
about my waist, my pussy, and my long legs. “Where to start?” he said with a
wicked grin.

I
parted my legs. “Here would be good.”

“Horny
minx,” he said, releasing my hands and skimming his fingers over my breasts.
“But you’re right, it would be a good place to start.”

He
folded to his knees and urged my legs wider. He ran his hands up my inner
thighs, spread my pussy lips and set his tongue over my clit.

“Oh,
God…” I said, dropping my head backward into the crook of Gabe’s neck. “That’s the
spot.”

“I
think he’ll get it just right for you, baby,” Gabe said, lodging his cock
firmly between my buttocks.

I could
feel the cool of his zipper straining over his erection.

“Just
let go, I’ll hold you up,” he said.

“Okay…I…ah…”
I panted out a gasp as Brent eased into my pussy, two perhaps three fingers. It
was so good to be filled after waiting so long for this. “Brent…”

He
laved at my clit, turning hard, strong circles over it with the tip of his
tongue.

Gabe
reached up with one hand and worked my right breast with spine-tingling
firmness. He held me tighter with the other, as though he could sense that my
strength was leaving me, my concentration on Brent and not on standing.

I shut
my eyes. The pressure built. I was heading rapidly for orgasm. This was the
first time in so many years another man had touched me, put his mouth on me
intimately. My longing was on overdrive, and damn, Brent was good. He’d hooked
his fingers within me and was massaging my G-spot with strong, relentless
strokes.

“Ah…fuck.
I’m coming…” I gasped, bucking and writhing between the two men. But I could
hardly move, they both had me held tight, right where they wanted me. This
served to add to my heightened state of arousal. It was so good to be
possessed, owned by them both.

It was
there, the bubbling cauldron of ecstasy in my pussy over-spilled.

Brent
seemed to sense it and intensified his mouth on my clit and sped up his
ministrations on my G-spot.

Gabe
nipped my ear between his teeth.

I was
on sensation overload. I let it all out and allowed my climax to ravish my
body.

I shut
my eyes tight and dug my fingernails into Gabe’s arm.

He
squeezed me closer.

My
pussy was contracting around Brent’s fingers, my clit swollen and sensitive
against his tongue.

“Oh…oh…it’s
so much, too much…” I cried, twisting my neck and reaching for a kiss from
Gabe.

He set
his lips on mine, but I was panting too much to kiss him back properly.

Brent
lifted his mouth from my bud and set the pad of his thumb over it, pressing firmly.

I
shivered and shook. More waves of pleasure raced over my nerve endings.
“Brent…Gabe…” I gasped. “Oh, please.”

“What
do you want?” Gabe whispered, releasing my breast and setting his hand at the
base of my throat with his fingers spread. “What do you need, Hales?”

“You,
oh God…both of you.”

“You
have us,” Brent said.

I
opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me, though he still had his fingers
in my pussy.

“You
have us both, everything you need we will give you,” he said. He kissed me,
spreading my moisture over my lips.

“Mmm…”
I murmured, gripping his shoulders as he pressed in close and continued to
stroke my insides.

Gabe
kissed my ear, his breaths fast. He was clearly eager for more.

Brent
broke the kiss, found Gabe and kissed him too.

I
twisted within Gabe’s grip and licked the seam of their lips, where they
connected. The tip of my tongue touched one of theirs, I wasn’t sure whose, and
then we were all kissing, three mouths joining, searching, hungry for more.

“We
need to fuck,” Gabe said. “Or I’m going to come in my trousers.”

“I know
the feeling,” Brent said, finally slipping his fingers from my pussy.

I was
hot and damp between my legs and despite a fantastic orgasm I was still greedy
for it.

Gabe
steered me to the bed and urged me to sit. My legs were weak and I was happy to
do as he bid.

Both
men undressed in a flurry of disrobing.

I
sucked in fast breaths and stared at each thick erection as they were revealed.
This was what I’d hoped for. This was what I needed.

Brent,
naked, climbed onto the bed. We’d pulled the curtains to block out the daylight
but even so the room glowed golden and the subdued light caressed his flesh. He
looked like a model, a sublime example of the male form—long and
athletic, perfect skin and a smattering of body hair.

He lay
on his back and gripped his cock, set his attention on me.

“Hales,”
Gabe said from behind me, squeezing my shoulders. “You okay?”

I
nodded and watched as Brent slowly rubbed his cock to the tip then down to the
root.

“Yes,
are you?”

“Never
better. To have you both, like this. It’s perfect.” He put his mouth on my
cheek. “Go fuck him, take what you want.”

“You
can handle it?”

“More
than handle it. I want it, I’ll be there too.”

“Hales,”
Brent said, holding out his free hand. “Come join me.”

I
didn’t need telling twice, by either of them. I crawled onto the bed next to
Brent and, on my hands and knees, tipped forward and kissed him. I felt him
sigh, as though it was what he’d been waiting for.

After a
long, soul-deep kiss that had me losing myself in him, I kissed down his neck,
sampling the flavor of his skin; different to Gabe’s but equally delicious.

“So hot
to see you like this,” Gabe said, running his hand down my spine.

I
sucked on Brent’s nipples, first one then the other. The bed dipped as Gabe
joined us.

He
kissed Brent again.

I
reached down, wrapped my hand around Brent’s cock, over the top of his. Beneath
me he trembled; a low groan vibrated from his throat and mumbled into Gabe’s
mouth.

He was
hard and ready, and I slipped the tip of my finger through his slit. He moved
his hand, allowing me access to his shaft. I gripped it, stroked it base to
head the way he had been.

My
pussy was wet. I needed him in me. I needed filling.

Condom.

“Gabe,”
I said, rubbing his arm. “Protection.”

Gabe
broke the kiss. “Do we need to bother?”

“Well…”
I looked at Brent. “I’m on the pill and…”

“And
we’re clean,” Gabe said, pushing Brent’s hair from his forehead.

“Yeah,
me too,” he said. “Perfect bill of health from my doctor and there’s been no
one since Nadia.”

“No
one?” I said, surprised.

“No,
I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy. I have to have the emotional attraction
there.”

I
smiled. “Mmm, well right now it feels like there is plenty of attraction going
on.” I smoothed up his cock again, working a rotation into the movement this time.

He
groaned. “Damn right there is. I’m happy to go bareback if you two are.”

“Yes,”
I said, straightening. “It’s what I want.”

“Me
too.”

Gabe
sat back on his heels. His cock stuck upright, dark and engorged. “Do what you
need to do, Hayley,” he said. “Fuck him.”