The Glass Knot-mmf (26 page)

“Too,
too, too,” she gabbled.

I
pressed a kiss to her soft, apple-round cheek, inhaling the sweet, powdery
smell of her skin. “Yum, yum,” I said as she tried to force a now soggy bit of
crust past my lips.

“It
will be her nap time soon,” Laura said, sipping from a glass of grapefruit
juice. “If she doesn’t have one you know how crabby she gets later.”

“Ah,
Maddie,” I said, ruffling her blonde curls. “It’s nearly time for your sleep.
We’ll have to play after.”

She
squirmed again and I set her down. Quick as a flash she crawled to the edge of
the blanket and began digging her fingers into the thin blades of grass.
Pulling and plucking, watching them stick to the little pads of her palm.

“But
we
could play now,” Josh said as he stretched out on the blanket, the
golden skin over his ribs and abs rippling as he moved. He bent his elbow and
supported his head with one hand, smoothed the other over Laura’s slightly
swollen belly. In the New Year our second child, God willing, would be with us.

“We
could,” she said, placing her hand over his and tugging on her bottom lip. Her
eyelids drooped, the way they always did when she was thinking about sex.

I
caught Josh’s eye. “What do you have in mind?”

“It’s
definitely a bedroom game,” he said with a wink. “A very exciting, very
satisfying bedroom game.” He leaned up and brushed his lips over Laura’s. “Do
you want me to settle Maddie down?”

She
shook her head. “No, I’ll do it.” She gave us both a sexy smile, one that made
her eyes sparkle and accentuated the pixie-point of her chin.

“Are
you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah,
you go get warmed up. I’ll be right behind you.”

I
looked at Josh and grinned. How could we refuse?

He
jumped up but stayed slightly stooped because of the low boughs of the plum
tree. “So what are we waiting for?” he asked, reaching for my hands and
tugging.

Happily,
I let him pull me standing and out of the shade of the tree. He brushed his
hand over my head, down to my nape and gazed into my eyes.

My
stomach bubbled with anticipation, and my loins filled with heat. He had such a
look of determination about him, one of confidence and sexual prowess.
Something that hadn’t been there when we’d met, or even when we’d first met
Laura. But now Josh knew what he wanted and he frequently took it. Right now,
it was pretty damn obvious he wanted me.

Quickly,
I glanced down at Laura, who was supping her juice again. She was obsessed with
grapefruit at the moment. “You won’t be long?” I asked.

“No,
five minutes tops.” She placed down her drink and reached for Maddie. “Come on
sweetie-pie, nap time.”

Josh
and I climbed the stairs, hand in hand. My heart rate picked up with each step
we took closer to the bedroom. I was going to let him take control. We had
already established that, moments ago in the garden, with just our eyes.

Entering
the bedroom, we shed our clothes with seamless efficiency. Josh pulled the
curtains and flicked on the bedside lamps.

Desire
lay heavy in the warm air as I pulled back the duvet. My cock was so engorged
it tapped up against my belly.

“No,”
Josh said, reaching for my hand and stilling my movements. “Not on the bed.
Over here.”

He
circled my waist and steered me toward the full length wall mirror.

“I
want us to be able to see each other as we come,” he whispered by my ear. “Because
I’m going to make you come so hard, so long and so hard.”

I
twisted my head, held my lips a hair’s-breadth from his. Our cocks brushed over
one another.

“I
think you deserve to be spoiled after the treat you gave me last night,” Josh
said, pecking my lips with little kisses as he spoke. “That was fucking
incredible.”

He
was referring to Laura and I tying him up the evening before. She had ridden
him hard as I’d fucked his mouth. But each time he was about to come we’d held
off. Torturing ourselves as much as him but ultimately increasing the pleasure
ten-fold when it finally happened for all of us.

“I’m
glad you approved,” I said, smoothing my hands over his wide, muscular shoulders
and delighting in his sun-warmed skin.

“More
than approve,” he murmured. His lips took possession of mine in a deep,
passionate kiss.

I
opened up and let him in. Drank up his fresh, summer flavor. Everything about
Josh was intoxicating. I could and would never get enough. He’d been addictive
from our very first meeting—he still was, and I was a hopeless case.
There was, thankfully, no cure for me.

“Ah,
yeah,” he said, breaking the kiss. “I hope she isn’t too long.” He wrapped his
fist around my cock and gave a gentle upward pull.

I
groaned and tilted my pelvis toward him for more.

“Put
your hands on the mirror,” he said, releasing my cock. “I’ll grab some lube.”

Following
instructions, I placed my palms flat on the cool mirror, watched Josh fetch
lube from the bedside drawer. He walked back over, his magnificent dick bobbing
with each step.

My
anus quivered. I so needed to feel him there, prodding, poking, penetrating.

“Bend
over more,” he said, pressing between my shoulder blades. “I want to be able to
see your perfect ass.”

Shifting
my feet back, I tipped to almost ninety degrees but kept my head up so I could
see Josh. I wanted to watch his face, see his beautiful body behind mine.

I
took a moment to study my own wide pupils and desire-slack mouth. My stubble
was extra neat today, I’d taken time over trimming, but my hair was nearly half
an inch and due a trim.

Suddenly
all thoughts of hairstyles vanished. “Oh, oh,” I breathed as Josh fingered my
anus, prodding at the very center and gaining entry. I dropped my head down.

 “Look
up,” Josh demanded. “Watch me preparing you.”

I
forced my neck up and delighted in the image of Josh standing right behind me.
His chest was cast in shadows, and his head hung low as he concentrated on his
task. Strands of hair had fallen forward, and his lips were pressed in a line
of concentration.

He
moved his other hand up my spine, as if testing the security of my stance, then
moved back down to take hold of my hip.

Wanting
to present myself open and accessible, I dipped my back and lifted my butt.

“Oh,
so greedy for it,” Josh murmured, adding another lubed finger and sinking deep.
“But you needn’t worry, you’re going to get it, in just…a…minute.”

I
groaned at the luscious stimulation of my prostate. My cock throbbed and I
longed to reach and touch it, get some relief, but I wouldn’t, not unless Josh
told me to.

My
asshole was wet and well lubed now, I wanted him inside me, ramming home fast
and hard. I was almost mad with want, my need so big I didn’t know if I would
be able to keep it contained. “Oh, Josh, please,” I cried, my flattened palms
balling into fists on the mirror. “Please, your cock.”

With
his foot he eased my feet wider. Eagerly, I increased my stance. His fingers
were working diligently, fucking me, creating that sweet pressure in my balls,
which would soon become wild and uncontrollable.

Josh
disappeared from my view. He’d kneeled down, on his haunches and shoved at one
of my butt cheeks to expose my hole.

“You’re
looking good and lubed,” he said, his breath warm on my anus and balls.

I
knew he didn’t need to look to know I was lubed. He just liked to watch his
fingers working me, sliding into me and my anus trembling around them.

“Josh,”
I moaned, loving my exposed and honest position, for I knew I was safe in his
hands. But the accompanying rush of blood to my cock made me fear for my
stamina.

He
carried on sliding in and out, working the lubricant inside me and around me
with fanatical thoroughness. Tight little circles on the outside then long, wet
glides over my prostate. He kissed the opposite butt cheek to the one he held
spread, dropped his mouth and suckled my left testicle into his mouth.

My
knees went to give way, but I quickly locked them. “Oh, fuck,” I said. “Where’s
Laura? If she doesn’t get here quick I’m going to reach the main event without
her.”

“Here
I am.”

I
tore open my eyes and saw Laura standing by the door sliding out of her short
flowery dress. She wore small pink panties and a matching bra. Both were discarded
by the time she stood next to Josh.

The
sight of her mesmerizing, naked form had the pressure in my cock building
higher. She was so utterly feminine, so pretty, voluptuous and curvy given her
condition, but still tiny, doll-like, a slight weight in my arms.

Her
long hair had been pulled up on the top of her head, which highlighted her elegant
neck and delicate face. She had a sheen on her lips, as though she’d just
licked them.

“Hey,
sweetie,” Josh said, thankfully releasing my ball and standing.

“Hi,”
she said, going on tiptoe to kiss him. A long, lingering kiss, that no doubt
tasted of me. Of my balls.

That
thought, combined with Josh’s still-buried fingers, had a spurt of pressure
zipping up my cock. A tear of cum leaked out. I groaned and un-fisted my hands,
needing the purchase of the mirror to stay standing.

“Are
you struggling down there?” Laura said, sliding her hand up my sweat-damp back
and over my shoulder. She dropped to her knees and held her face next to mine,
cupped my nape. “Would you like me to help you out?”

“Yes,
baby, yes, please.” My lust was out of control, but I didn’t try and hide it.
What was the point? They knew me too well.

We
kissed, desperately, my face was flushed, blood rushed through my ears.

Josh
pulled his fingers from my ass with a small popping sensation. “I’m going to
give you it all now,” he said. “Are you ready for my dick?”

I
tore my mouth from Laura and stared into her smoky blue-gray eyes.

She
smiled softly and wrapped her fist around my cock. “He’s ready,” she said in
her soft, sexy London accent, that always got stronger in the bedroom. “Give it
to him.”

Oh,
these two own me. I’m theirs.

Josh
moved his hand, slippery with lube, and braced it beneath my ribcage, capturing
my waist. I could feel the damp tip of his cock on the underside of my ass
cheek as he got himself into position. Impatience was like the devil clawing at
my skin. “Ah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I muttered.

Laura
set up a push-pull motion on my shaft and maneuvered beneath me.

Josh’s
cockhead was at the aperture that led to my darkest place of pleasure. I
wriggled a little to make sure he was dead center. I needn’t have bothered, he
knew where he was going, and in one long, stabbing motion he breached my sphincter
and plunged into my depths. At the same time, Laura sank her gifted lips around
my dick, bobbed low and fast, taking me right to the back of her throat.

“Ah,
ah, yes, yes…” I cried out, leaving my mouth open on a silent cry.

Josh’s
engorged rod penetrating so deep had me grimacing in discomfort and at the same
time wanting to wail in ecstasy. Laura’s hot throat made me want to spurt all
the cum in my balls right there and then.

“Oh,
yes, Nick, fuck it, you’re so hot, so fucking hot,” Josh groaned.

I
stared at his face in the mirror. He wore the same euphoric expression as I
did. Loose mouth, flushed cheeks, flared nostrils, eyes so dark and intent, satisfaction
the only goal.

Releasing
the mirror with one hand, I spread my palm over my wife’s head and sank my
fingers into the soft hair piled there. I needed the connection with her as I
came.

Which
isn’t far away.

She
was sucking with vigor, her hands in on the act, cupping and rotating my balls,
sliding up and down my shaft whenever she went shallow. And her tongue, her
wicked tongue, was playing with my slit, flicking across my frenulum. Juicy little
slurping noises rose from her mouth as she increased her pace.

“Oh,
oh, I’m coming,” I warned. Though it didn’t matter. Both of my generous lovers
liked me to come in their mouths, but it seemed gentlemanly to warn of its
impending arrival.

“Yes,
come, come, now, with me,” Josh ordered.

His
hand came down on my ass in a stinging slap, and I allowed all the wild,
glorious sensations I was being bombarded with, to erupt, burst out of me in a
raging, torrent of release. And in that moment, I knew I was the luckiest man
in the world to be sharing my life with two such truly beautiful souls. Souls
who I could be completely honest and vulnerable with.

Who
I could just be
me
with.

Lily
Harlem is an award winning author of erotic romance and lives in the UK with
her husband and several rescued pets. She is published on both sides of the
Atlantic and has over thirty titles to her name and more waiting to hit the
shelves. Since giving up an adrenaline-soaked career nursing in a busy London
trauma unit, she has immersed herself in the wonderful, slower paced world of
writing steamy stories. Now with a desk overlooking rolling hills and lush
farmland she lets her vivid imagination run riot and adores the journey it
takes her on. Her characters are colorful, feisty and romantic and many come
with a sprinkle of kink, so hang on for the ride, or rides as the case might
be, because the bedroom door is left well and truly open in all of Lily's
books!