Monroe, Melody Snow - Bodyguards of Pleasure [Pleasure, Montana 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  He pulled her sweater over her head causing her wonderful hair to go wild. She lifted her hands to smooth it down, when he stopped her.

  “I didn’t give you permission to move.”

  “Yes, Master, but I don’t like looking a mess.”

  Her low self-esteem hurt him to the core. “You could never look a mess, and I’m an expert of no messes.” She smiled. “Besides, I love your hair. It’s springy and fun.” He grasped a bit in his hand, squeezed and let go. Because he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, he ran a hand over the top of her head. “You’re now perfect.”

  The little upturn of her lips had testosterone zinging through his blood, and he promised himself to make her smile more often. She wore a button-down shirt, and her breasts strained to be released, or at least he wanted to free them. Taking his time, he undid each one, careful not to pull too hard on any of them. In his hasty youth, he’d been known to break a button or two. By the time he made it to the last one, her little purrs had grown louder.

  “I can smell your arousal.”

  “That’s because your touch is driving me mad. Can you—” She clamped her mouth shut.

  Good sub. He let her slip pass. His own control was waning, and he quickly finished undoing her blouse. As if he was opening his Christmas present, he eased back her top and was met by magnificent breasts, wrapped up in the prettiest red lace bra. The matching set made his heart race.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  Red stained her pretty cheeks. As much as he wanted to take his time, he wasn’t sure how long he could last. He pinched the back of her bra, and she moaned. He bet she liked the freedom, too.

  “Maybe we should have a no-bra rule in the house.”

  She glanced up at him then immediately lowered her gaze. “If you ask me to, I will obey.”

  He honestly couldn’t tell if she was playing with him or not. Brooke was his every wish come true, but he had no doubt he’d run into her stubborn streak soon enough. “We’ll discuss it later. Now get up on your knees and clasp your hands behind your back. Remember to keep your gaze lowered.” If she looked at him with those innocent doe-like eyes, his control would plummet.

  She got into position, and her willingness to please him blew him away. He removed her shirt then lowered the straps of her bra. Once more he was rewarded with her magnificence. Instead of folding the bra and placing it on the desk behind him, he set it on the bed next to the shirt.

  “I don’t want you to move.”

  A blush stained her cheeks. He was winning the trust battle, which pleased him to no end. He truly thought it would take weeks or months for her to do as he asked so willingly.

  Using his finger, he circled her nipple, never quite touching the hardened crest, and they puckered right before his eyes. Dear God, but he wanted to suck on them so bad. She inhaled and her breasts rose temptingly.

  Like a hawk swooping in for the fish in the sea, he dove down and feasted on her nipple. He pressed his face into her breasts and nearly drowned in joy. He massaged her other breast as he nipped and plucked the tip with his teeth.

  Her moans escalated and her hips undulated. He was tempted to tell her to stop, that her movements were breaking his control, but this was her first time, so he had to give her some latitude. He yearned to impale her, but he wanted to show her that he placed her needs first.

  He lifted his head and gently pressed her shoulders, guiding her to her heels. “Get on your back.” Keeping her gaze averted, she stretched out before him. He lusted after every curve and dip on her body. He traced a finger over her hip. “So gorgeous. You have a body made for loving.”

  He caught the slight lift of her eyes, but she immediately lowered them, making him smile. Mmm. Gavin was right about one thing. Brooke was the woman for them.

  He crawled on top, and without giving her a chance to tell him she was too fat or too whatever, he possessed her lips. Her nectar seeped deep into him and the zipper bit painfully into his cock. When she opened her mouth to accept him, he lost it. He delved into her mouth, but worked hard not to be too assertive. The last thing he wanted was to scare her.

  When she tentatively entwined her tongue with his, he moaned. Slowly, they explored each other as if this was the first French kiss either had experienced. He savored the slight hint of tomato on her tongue and the way she inched her way into his mouth as if she truly wanted to know him.

  He threaded his fingers through her lush hair, and she shifted her hips. Only then did he realize he might be hurting her.

  He sat up, and spotted the outline of his zipper clear in her skin. Fuck. “Oh, sugar. I’m sorry.” He leaned over and kissed away the hurt.

  “That’s okay.”

  “No, it’s not. I never want to hurt you.” He slipped off the bed, kicked off his shoes, and ripped down his jeans. Damn zipper. After tossing his shirt on the floor, he left on his briefs and stood at the end of the bed. To hell with order.

  She reached up as if to cup his face, but stopped and lowered her hand.

  When he told her not touch him, he meant not to grab his cock, because it would go off like a geyser. “It’s okay, sugar. You can touch my face if you want.”

  She smiled, and he knew he was lost.

  * * * *

  Riley was more than Brooke could have hoped for. He was almost too good to be true. When she first riffled through his closet, his insistence on everything being in perfect order had frightened her. Then he’d seen her naked twice, and she’d incorrectly believed he wasn’t interested. Now she understood he was giving her time to adjust to the man he was inside. For that, she’d be indebted to him.

  He placed one knee on the end of the bed, and she couldn’t help but look at his erect cock hidden under his briefs. No way he could fit. He was too big, but then again, Gavin looked huge, too.

  She inhaled to calm her nerves. She wanted to pull down his briefs and suck on his dick, but she understood that he’d have to give her permission first.

  “Would you like to taste me?”

  Her pussy was drenched. “Yes, Master. More than anything.” How could he so easily read her mind?

  “Then move to the end of the bed.”

  This was it. The time when they’d become one. She eagerly did as he asked. Would he let her use her hands? He stepped back and took off his briefs. No surprise, he picked up all of his clothes and placed them on top of the desk. Contrary to his usual behavior, he didn’t fold them. Maybe he was as eager as she was.

  He returned and placed his fingers on either side of her hips. “I need to see you naked.”

  Finally. He eased her bikini panties over her hips and grinned. “Perfect.”

  He sounded so sincere she almost cried.

  “Put your hands over your head so I can see all of you.”

  She lifted one knee hoping to get out of her panties. “I didn’t say to move. I like your panties there.”

  She nodded, understanding that the restriction would heat her up even more. As she clasped her fingers to keep them from slipping off her head, she waited for embarrassment to swamp her, but it didn’t. She’d caught his look of awe, and she tried to imagine her body through his eyes. He seemed to appreciate her large breasts and full hips that made her waist appear small.

  “You can lower your hands and suck on my cock.”

  She exhaled and sat back on her heels. She looked up at him. “Master, may I touch your cock?”

  “Since you asked, the answer is yes.”

  She smiled and gently cupped his hard sac. He hissed. She bet Mr. Control hadn’t meant for that to slip out. Emboldened, she leaned forward and licked him from base to tip, causing the purple vein in his cock to throb. Ha. Here, he pretended to be the one in control. This was going to be so much fun.

  “I said suck on my cock, not tease me to death.” His words came out on a groan.

  She dared to look up and tossed him her most innocent face. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Humph
.”

  With slow deliberation, she lifted her mouth to the top of his cock. He pressed on her head and gently pushed. Keeping the suction tight, she lowered her mouth over his length and swirled her tongue around his circumference. His grip tightened, acting as if he needed to keep the pressure to gain control. With her other hand, she grabbed his cock and squeezed.

  “Stop teasing me, little one. You will pay for your stalling. Just wait until I begin playing with your pussy.”

  What he said rang true. She swallowed as much of him as she could, but she couldn’t even fit in half of him.

  “Swallow to open your throat. You can take in more of him.” She tried but choked. He lifted her shoulders. “Enough for now. We have plenty of time to teach you.”

  Brooke slumped back, upset with herself that she couldn’t even give him a proper blow job. She hung her head. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  He lifted her chin. “It’s okay, sugar. I’m not mad.” He cupped her face. “How about getting on your back again?”

  She sniffled. “Okay.” She scooted back. Maneuvering with the panties around her thighs was hard.

  Riley walked over to his pants and pulled something out of his pocket. Foil ripped and he placed the condom over his cock. He then crawled on the bed. “Let’s get rid of these.” He pulled off her panties and spread her legs wide. “Keep them open. And put your hands over your head again. I’m not going to tie you up like mean ole Gavin.”

  Darn. She doubted he’d have anything to use anyway, so she kept quiet. Her belly fluttered, and spasms rippled from her breasts to her toes. Never had she been so excited in her life. She prayed she could please this man. He crawled between her legs and blew on her wet slit. She shivered. But when he dragged a finger between her thighs and rubbed her clit, she pressed her head into the pillow and nearly howled. The urge to lower her hands and touch him almost made her break.

  “I love that you are so damned sensitive. I’m going to sink my cock so deep into your pussy and love you like you’ve never been loved before.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “No, thank you.” He licked her opening and groaned. “So damn sweet.”

  She pressed up on her heels, lifting the lower half of her body. He clamped a hand on her hip. Why couldn’t she remember not to move? Because bolts of excitement had rushed through her veins and forced her body to forget every instruction he’d told her.

  Her breaths came out in small beats. His tongue curled, and he threaded it into her slick opening. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried so hard not to climax. Had he told her not to come unless he let her? Or was that one of Gavin’s rules? Gaa.

  His long, slow licks made her stomach tighten into a coil. She fisted her hands in need of release, but if she gave in now, she’d never get his cock.

  His fingers crawled up her thigh and over her hipbone but stopped short of her breasts. She inhaled, urging him to continue. Her nipples puckered and swelled and the tension soared. Did he have any idea what his touch did to her?

  She hoped he was suffering as much as she was. When he lifted his head and punched a finger into the same place where he’d been licking, she almost bucked off the bed. She imagined For…Next loops and GOTO commands, hoping to quell her racing heart.

  It didn’t work.

  He added a second finger and swirled it around and around, driving her to the edge. His torturous pleasuring strained the limits of her self-control and when he reached up and pinched her nipple, a gasp exploded. She squeezed her eyes shut, reveling in the ecstasy.

  “Please, Master.”

  “Please what, my sub?”

  While she wasn’t used to asking for sex, he seemed the type to want her to be vocal. “I need your cock.”

  “You want me to fuck your pretty pussy?”

  His sexy words made her body explode. “Yes.”

  “You have been so patient and good that I want to reward you.” He crawled on his elbows until his cock pressed against her weeping entrance. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and then captured her lips in a delicate embrace. He nibbled. He adored.

  “What you do to me, Brooke, I cannot put into words.” His kiss was slow and divine.

  Cupping her face, he eased his cock into her. Instead of thrusting in hard as she wished, Riley took his time as if she’d break if he moved too fast. She used all her willpower to resist the urge to lift her hips and meet him.

  As he entered, his cock stretched her walls. As he neared the end, she swore his cock expanded. Without meaning to, she clamped down on him.

  “Don’t do that, sugar. I’ll come too soon.”

  She didn’t tighten her pussy on purpose, but there was no use arguing. Her walls expanded to accommodate him each time he slid into her. His kisses traveled down her cheek to her neck.

  He inhaled. “Your smell drives me crazy.”

  His words sent a burst of endorphins through her body. No man had ever spoken like that to her. Gavin might have, but she’d been too overwhelmed at the time to remember.

  Since Riley was supporting himself on his elbows, his fingers were free to roam over her breasts. His fingers rubbed her nipples, robbing her of the rest of her thoughts. His thrusts deepened, and she soared higher. His grunts sounded louder, and his fingers worked their magic. Her pussy throbbed as sparks of pure joy filled her.

  She wasn’t sure she could last much longer. The tender loving washed over her, and as Riley buried his head in her neck, his warm breath cascaded down her body.

  “Come for me.”

  Finally. As soon as he gave her permission, he pounded into her with an intensity that shot her into cyberspace. Stars burst behind her lids and flames licked her insides. Her climax tore through at the speed of light, and she screamed his name, not even caring if he spanked her for speaking.

  He held her tight and kissed her hard as his hot semen filled the condom. His cock pulsed and rocked inside her.

  She’d never been happier in her life. She didn’t want to label the feeling as love, as she hadn’t known either man long enough, but given the way both Riley and Gavin had treated her, she’d be ready to say those three little words very soon.

  They stayed entwined for a long time as if they needed to collect their thoughts. Riley lowered her arms, and an ache raced through them, but the slight pain was worth it.

  “Stay here.” He popped out of her and strode into the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet towel and wiped her clean. “Let’s get into bed and snuggle.”

  He snuggled? Gavin was a hugger, but she never pictured Riley as someone capable of showing his softer side. “I’d like that.”

  He turned off the light and crawled in next to her. “I bet you didn’t think about that evil man even once, did you?”

  Her mind whirred. “Not once. Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.”

  She leaned up on her side. “So what happens now?”

  “We go to sleep and hope he doesn’t find you.”

  She punched him in the arm. “Way to worry me.”

  He pulled her on top of him. “Even with machine guns blazing, I won’t let him near you.”

  Now he was being ridiculous. Or was he?

  Riley kissed the top of her head. His strength brought such a sense of calm that she fell asleep in no time. It was the buzzing of her cell phone that woke her. She sat up to find where the noise was coming from.

  Riley wasn’t in bed, and her pulse raced, until she heard the shower running. The side clock said it was 7:53 a.m., so who would be calling her at this hour?

  Her heart hitched. Had something happened to Ceci or her parents? It had to be Gavin.

  Answer it. She jumped out of bed, grabbed her purse, and yanked out the phone. Without glancing at the caller ID, she pressed the call button. “Hello?”

  “Bring one hundred thousand dollars in cash to Randall’s Field at three this afternoon or your sister dies.” He hung up before she could ask any questions.

  B
rooke’s heart rattled her chest so hard, her scream sounded closer to a squeak than a shriek.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Riley froze at the sound of Brooke’s scream. His heart shot to his throat, and he jumped out of the tub, not bothering to shut off the water. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he readied to strangle the person. He pulled open the door and checked right and left.

  What the—? No one was in the entranceway or in the room. Only Brooke was there on her knees, shaking. He ran to her side and gathered her in his arms.

  “Tell me.” He kissed her forehead.

  She sniffled then hiccupped. “They have Ceci.”

  Oh, fuck. It couldn’t get much worse. As she rocked, he held her tight. “Who, sugar? Who has your sister?”

  She shook her head. Each one of her tears burned his skin. He wanted to help her, but he didn’t know how. She shivered and he held her closer, getting her wet from his shower. Christ. Never had he felt so helpless in his life.

  She sniffled and Riley leaned back. With the towel he’d brought to strangle the phantom intruder, he dried her breasts and shoulders before wiping himself off. He picked up her cell from the bed and checked the incoming number. Damn. He didn’t recognize the name.

  “Sugar. I can’t help unless you tell me exactly what happened.”

  It took her a few tries, but eventually he pieced together that the man who called, possibly the killer, had kidnapped Brooke’s sister. Now he was setting a trap to get his hands on her. That wasn’t going to happen on his watch.

  Using his secure phone, he called Dylan Jacobs, one of the men Gavin had asked to watch Ceci.

  “It’s not even eight.” Dylan’s voice sounded dry like he’d just crawled out of bed.

  Riley cut to the chase. “Where’s Ceci?”

  “In her house. Why?”

  An uneasy feeling slammed into his stomach. Dylan didn’t seem concerned. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. What’s this about?”

  The man never functioned without a gallon of coffee. “Go check.”

  “Okay, okay. Jesus. Let me put on my jacket.”