Muscling In by Lily Harlem OUT NOW
Muscling
In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release. It’s a hot and sexy
MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires and passions of a
threesome who are determined to be together despite the restraints of the world
they live in.
The
story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she decides to let her
husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man from his past. This
man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the elite of the elite,
the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And there is of course
one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun too. Why should she
miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time? That’s just not
fair…
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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark
place.
Determined to pry details of this
forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me
on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be
reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he
want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would
I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type
of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More
than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells,
whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.
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Excerpt – 18+
Coben opened the door and flicked on
the hall light.
I stepped in behind him and kicked
off my heels.
There was a sudden bang. A slam.
He’d pushed the door up, hard.
“Cobe—”
His lips were over mine, his hands
in my hair. The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.
I swept my tongue into his mouth,
giving as good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him
in waves. It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the
inside of my bra.
“Tease,” he said, kissing over my
cheek, then nibbling my earlobe.
“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to
his biceps. Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t
touch you again in the car.”
“Just by being there, next to me…”
He paused as he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking
dress you’ve teased me all evening.”
“What this tatty old thing?” I
grinned, then groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either,
just the way he knew I liked.
“Well if it’s that old and tatty it
should come off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there
was no zip and the material slid easily over my head.
He tossed it over his shoulder and
it landed half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a
large burgundy vase.
“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention
landing on the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black
dress. “That’s so fucking hot.”
He kissed me again, pushing his
erection against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying
on for long.
His touch skimmed down my sides,
dipping into my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on
fire, his palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him
to touch me, all over, and never stop.
I pushed at his jacket, shoving it
over his shoulders.
He released me, shrugged out of it
and let it land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.
The next thing I knew I was in his
arms, pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I
stared at his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d
captured his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.
He kicked the door to the bedroom
open and dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.
“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt
and quickly skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”
I undid my bra and tossed it aside.
Rolled down the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to
the floor. I scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation
was making my skin tingle and my breaths come fast.
He swept his tongue over his bottom
lip and stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”
I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved
that demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and
stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but
obey.
I parted my legs, slowly, letting my
heels skim over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.
He kept his attention on the
juncture of my thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His
pulse was pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving
away the extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he
muttered, quietly, almost to himself.
“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped
my breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.
He discarded his shirt, then shoved
at his boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker
than that on the rest of his body.
My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov
reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.
“You want this?” he asked, wrapping
his hand around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.
“Yes. All of it. All of you.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Good,
’cause you’re going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and
settled his face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering
shut for a moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”
“I am.” I reached for his head and
bucked my hips so my pussy met his mouth.
He set straight to work, slipping
his tongue through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with
firm pressure.
“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my
eyes. “That’s it.”
He searched out my entrance and
pushed one long finger into me.
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…”
About Lily Harlem
Lily
Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic
romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including
HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and
Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry
nominations.
Before
turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest
HarperCollins release, Confessions
of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in
London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The
Glass Knot, In
Expert Hands and Scored
have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily
writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon
Best Seller lists and Breathe
You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily
also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy
as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player
and The Vixen - and That
Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One
thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be
wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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