Please welcome my guest blogger today, Lily Harlem with MUSCLING IN.
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…
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…”
Excerpt - PG
“Where is your husband? You forget to bring him?” A cheeky smirk crossed
Ed’s face.
“He’s just catching up with Harold about something, business stuff, you
know.”
“Oh, what’s he do for a living, then?”
“Cyber security, Middle East is his speciality.”
Ed’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Sounds interesting.”
“It keeps him very busy.”
A noise in the hall caught my attention and I turned. The click of shoes
on the floor grew louder. Coben appeared in the doorway.
He stopped and scanned the room. His gaze settled briefly on me, then
flicked to Ed.
His mouth slackened for a second before squeezing into a straight line.
He kept his attention firmly on the man at my side.
Harold stepped past him and up to the drinks cabinet. “Coben, old
fellow, what are you drinking?”
Coben said nothing. It was as if he’d been rooted to the floor. His eyes
flashed and his hands curled into fists.
What the hell is the matter with
him?
“Coben? Drink?” Harold repeated.
“Er…Scotch.” His voice was hoarse. “Please. If you have one.” He pushed
his shoulders down and tilted his chin. He looked a little paler than he had
earlier.
“Coben,” I said, hoping he wasn’t coming down with something. “Come and
meet Harold and Mable’s godson. Ed Moorland.”
Coben accepted the drink Harold passed him and took a large gulp. He
walked up to me.
I reached for his hand. His fingers were cool, his palm a little clammy.
Perhaps the talk with Harold hadn’t gone according to plan.
Still he stared at Ed.
Ed stared right on back.
“Funny thing is…” I started, trying to fill in a weird silence that had
descended and wondering why the air felt like it had an electric current
running through it. “I actually met Ed today. What a coincidence, eh?”
“You met him?” Coben dragged his attention from Ed to me. “What? How?”
He narrowed his eyes.
Why is he being so rude?
“He came into Dragon’s Ink. He was a client.” I tried to keep the
irritation out of my tone. “I added a bird to his half-leg tat.”
“Nice to meet you.” Ed held out his hand to Coben. His voice was tense.
Coben took it, shook very briefly, then shoved his hand into his trouser
pocket. “She tattooed you?” He paused. “My wife.”
“Yes. Your wife.” Ed knocked
back the last of his drink. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and
narrowed his eyes. “She’s very good.”
“I know.” Coben mimicked Ed by finishing his freshly poured Scotch in
one go. He shifted forward and back as though wondering whether to sit or
not—or maybe leave the room.
“I’ll be back in a moment.” Harold raised a large glass of red into the
air. “Best just check the boss is okay in the kitchen.”
“Sure.” I smiled his way. It was a false smile because something was
going on. I had no idea what but I’d never seen Coben so twitchy.
“Ed is in the military,” I said, tucking my loose strands of hair behind
my ears.
“Oh yeah?” Coben tilted his chin.
“Yep.” Ed turned away and headed to the drinks cabinet. “Don’t ask me
about it, though.”
“He can’t tell you,” I said. “It’s top secret.”
Coben kind of grunted.
I poked him in the ribs. “What’s the matter?” I mouthed, frowning.
“Nothing.” He clenched his jaw and a tendon jumped in his cheek.
Ed poured himself another drink. As he turned back to us, Mable
appeared. “Ah, here you all are,” she said, holding out her hands. She came up
to me and kissed my cheek. “Sian, you look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “So do you.”
“Coben, thank you so much for coming this evening.” She angled her face
toward him.
“My pleasure.” He politely touched his lips to her cheek.
I glanced at Ed. He was staring at Coben. Two lines plowed across his
forehead and he was breathing deep, his shirt tightening over his broad chest.
I’d never known Coben to be anything other than perfectly polite and
controlled when we’d been out, so this reaction to Ed was weird. But it seemed
Coben had a strange effect on Ed too—I just didn’t understand what.
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!
Lily Harlem Links
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/
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