Love's Tender Bond [Bonding Camp 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More)

by Christelle Mirin

  Sam shook his head. He bent over, disappearing from her view. When he stood back up, he had a bottle in his hand. Missy recognized it as the peppermint massage oil from her spa.

  “I’m going to give you all the attention you could ever want,” he said, moving around the side of the bed. He climbed onto the mattress with her and threw one leg over her hips, straddling her. “You look so delicious but I want you to tingle, too.”

  He lifted the bottle of oil above her breasts and squeezed.

  Missy gasped when the chill of the oil hit her skin. It slithered over her breasts, running down the sides of them.

  Without hesitation, Sam dropped the bottle onto the bed beside him and, with both hands, began to massage the oil into the mounds of her breasts. The tingling of the peppermint began almost immediately, causing her breasts to tighten and swell with the need to have his mouth attend to them with his warm, wet tongue.

  “Mmm,” she groaned while his hands worked her flesh.

  “Feels good?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, if it feels that good here”—he pinched both her nipples at the same time, causing her to arch upward—“then it will be wonderful when I slather it over your hot cunt.”

  His words and his actions were about to drive her insane. When he leaned forward and took one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked, she thought she would lose her mind. Wrapping her fingers around the ropes that held her wrists, Missy pressed herself upward toward his hungry mouth, moaning as tendrils of smoky need wrapped around her insides and drifted toward her creaming pussy.

  The sound of his mouth sucking at her breast was all she could hear. He made wet, hungry sounds as he pulled at her nipple and then licked the flavored oil from her breast. Then he moved to the other one, giving it the same attention.

  “Oh geez, Sam, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to come without you,” she said, her throat tight with the need for release.

  He laughed, giving her breast one last lick before he rose up. “Don’t you dare.” He kissed her mouth. He tasted of the peppermint oil. “I want you to come while I’m eating your pussy.”

  Then he quickly moved down her body and bottle in hand, he spread the cleft of her pussy, exposing the little nubbin of her clit. “Oh yeah,” he crooned as he dripped the chilly oil onto the hot flesh held open between his fingers.

  Missy swallowed, her throat dry. “Ahh,” she murmured as the oil slid into her secret places. No one had ever done this for her before. Using the oil as a sensual addition to sex was almost more than she could handle. She closed her eyes and just let herself experience what it was like to be on the receiving end for once.

  Sam shifted on the bed, and then warmth enclosed her clit.

  “Yes!” she cried out, jerking.

  His mouth pulled at her, his tongue flicking over her clit as he devoured her pussy. Wild sucking noises came to her ears, and then Sam slid two oil-coated fingers into her cunt.

  “Sam!” Missy convulsed, the orgasm slamming into her. Sparks shot behind her closed eyelids while she bucked her hips against Sam’s hungry mouth. He pistoned his fingers in and out of her pussy as her muscles clutched at them. She heard him groan and the vibration moved through her clit. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, floating up to heaven again, her juices flowing while her pussy trembled and milked his fingers as if they were his cock. She felt the flush of orgasmic heat across her chest and cheeks and let herself go limp, riding out the exquisite sensations rolling through her body.

  Moments later, as her body twitched while it came back down from the heights, she felt Sam get off the bed. Licking her lips, she opened her eyes and turned to see what he was doing. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice shaky.

  He ducked into a closet and grabbed something. When he turned around, she saw he had some sort of wedge of a pillow in his hands. “I bought this for the toy room but I think we’ll try it out before I add it to the collection.” He walked back to the bed and looked down at her.

  “Raise your hips, baby.”

  Chapter Six

  Sam saw a flash in her eyes when she looked at the cushion in his hand. It was specially made to place beneath a woman’s hips to raise her cunt to just the right height to be fully fucked. And he couldn’t wait to use it.

  Missy pressed her heels into the mattress and raised her ass off the bed just high enough for him to slip the cushion beneath her. This caused the ropes at her ankles to spread her legs wide. Exactly how he wanted them. His cock twitched, already harder than steel.

  Sam climbed onto the bed, carefully moving over top of one of her legs, and settled himself at her crotch on his knees. Placing his hands on the smooth skin of her thighs, he caught the scent of her sweet pussy wafting up to him. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, meeting her gaze.

  Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed pink, and her lips were slightly parted. There was the evidence of her orgasm in the blush across her breasts, and those full mounds still had pebbled nipples pointed up at him. Missy breathed through her parted lips, the look in her eyes animalistic. She ran her tongue over her lips then in a husky voice said, “Fuck me, Sam. Do it now.”

  His cock swelled, the skin tight around his shaft. If that was the way she wanted it, he’d give it to her hot and hard.

  The waning light coming through the split in the curtains highlighted her face, but she didn’t squint against it. She looked him directly in the eye and tightened her hold on the ropes that held her wrists.

  Sam positioned himself for entry into the steamy warmth of her cunt, his knees on the bed and his hands on her thighs. With one hand, he guided his dick to her opening and pushed inside. A shudder rocked down his spine, and he slowly took a breath, holding his position with just the head of his cock inside her.

  When she squeezed her pussy around his dick, he could wait no longer. With a groan, he buried his shaft to the hilt into her hot, tight hole.

  “Oh God, yes,” she hissed, tightening her muscles around him.

  Sam didn’t comment. Right now all his mind told him to do was fuck her until she screamed. So he began to do just that.

  The cushion held her in just the right position as if it was made just for them. Sam used her thighs to brace his hands, and beginning slowly, he pulled out and then thrust back into her heat. The friction of his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt created more heat inside him than he’d ever experienced before. Damn, she was perfect. He watched her face when he slammed into her, each thrust deeper and harder. She was loving it. Her eyes sparked as her body jerked with the force of his impalement, her breath coming in short bursts through her parted lips. Her tits bounced with his actions, and he wanted to close his mouth around those nipples and suck, but the position they were in wouldn’t allow it.

  With every dive into her cunt, tension grew in his balls. It wouldn’t be long and he’d come if he kept this up. He needed to slow down.

  Sweat trickled down his back into the crack of his ass as he forced himself to take control and bring his thrusts into the hot, tight heaven between her legs to a slow, grinding beat.

  Their movements became more sensual, Missy matching his slow strokes with an uplifting of her hips. She could barely move in the position she was in, and Sam sort of liked it. She was at his mercy and if he decided to slam into her, he could. But right now, he wanted to get himself under control, and what better way to do that than to tease her into losing her control.

  Sam leaned back slightly on his heels, not breaking the connection with her, still able to slide in and out of that sweet cunt. He locked eyes with her and with one hand, he used his fingers to open the cleft of her mound. Taking her clit between his fingers, he tugged it, working it as if giving her a hand job. He timed his thrusts into her pussy with the tug at her nubbin. Deep inside her, he felt her pussy clench, twitching. Sam watched her face as he increased his pace slightly. She arched her back, her thighs quivering.

  His balls tightened. She was
almost ready to come. Her face was flushing, her breath coming in heavier gasps. Moving his hand slightly, he placed his thumb over the hard little pearl of her clit and rubbed as he slid his cock deeply inside her. And she came with a groan, her body jerking.

  Sam closed his eyes, her pussy milking his cock tightly. He moved his hand back to her thigh and pulled back, slamming into her cunt as hard as he could. God, she was tight and even tighter when her slippery pussy tried desperately to hold him deep. He couldn’t take it. One more thrust and he came, his cum bursting from him as the release caused his balls to clench and his throat to tighten. “Oh God damn, baby!” His back arched and he shuddered, his eyes seeming to roll back into his head.

  Her whole body jerked with a huge convulsion, and she screamed out a guttural groan. Her juices wet him, flowing freely and mixing with his cum.

  Drained dry, he opened his eyes and realized he was shaking with the power of the pleasure she had just graced him with. Hardly able to breathe, he pulled from inside her honey hole and sat back on his heels. The lusty scent of sex wafted up to him and he ran a hand over his face.

  Missy let out a soft sigh and jerked once more.

  Waking from the dream of outrageously good sex, Sam crawled from between her legs and off the bed, slowly straightening to stand. He wasn’t sure his legs were going to hold him for a moment. He took a deep breath, then reached out to untie her ankle that was closest to him. Moving around the bed, he finished releasing her from her bonds and removed the cushion from beneath her hips. All the while, she lay there limply, breathing so hard her breasts rose and fell as if she had just run a marathon.

  Collapsing onto the bed beside her, Sam slid his arm beneath her neck and drew her close to him. She curled into his side, and he draped his other arm around her shoulder. Missy placed one hand over his heart and slid one leg up onto his thigh. “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

  “I am so much more than okay,” she said, her voice soft and sexy. “That was the absolute best sex I have ever had in my life.”

  He chuckled and patted her shoulder. “You flatter me.”

  She shook her head, her hair moving silkily over his chest. “It’s not flattery, it’s the truth.”

  “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have to tell you, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced myself.” And it was true. Sam wasn’t sure if it was because of the way they had had sex or if it was because of the person he was having sex with. Was it possible that his feelings for Missy went deeper than he thought?

  “Sam?”

  “Hmm?”

  Missy pushed against his chest and rose up a bit to look him in the eye. “Are you sorry we became intimate? I mean, do you think this has affected our friendship badly?”

  He frowned. “Is that the way you feel?”

  “No, most definitely not.” She traced circles on his chest with her fingertip. “I have the sense that this, us, was meant to be.”

  When he met her gaze, something seemed to shift inside him. It was a warm feeling, one like coming home. Not like his home had been when he was younger but a home where people loved each other and were loved and nothing mattered except family. “I think maybe there’s a lot more to our friendship than we realized.”

  “What should we do about it?” Her eyes were large and innocent. She looked like a little girl, asking for permission to do something she’d never been allowed to do before.

  Sam wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t sure how he felt about her, how deeply these emotions went. He didn’t want to say too much before he knew exactly what this connection with her meant. “Why don’t we take this slowly and let our hearts lead us? I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep and I don’t want to make commitments before we both know where this is going. Are you okay with that?”

  To his amazement, she smiled. “I’m really okay with that. Sam, I do have feelings for you. I have for a long time. Though I’m not sure what they are exactly, I don’t want to say those three little important words before I’m sure I mean them. Do you get my meaning?” She touched his chin lightly, running her index finger over his bottom lip.

  “We think alike, that’s one thing we have in common.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and lifted the hand that had most recently been tracing his bottom lip and kissed her fingertip. “Let’s see where this goes, but I have to tell you, I think we’ve just grown closer than we were before.”

  “I agree. Sam, I’m not done exploring my relationship with you. I want to know much, much more about Sam Rodgers.”

  Sam couldn’t be happier with how this day had turned out. He’d never expected the turn of events that had ended up with him and Missy in his bed but one thing was sure, he was happy. Happier than he’d ever been in his life.

  He dropped her wrist and slid his arm around her, rolling onto his side to pull her fully against him. Her body molded to his as if they were made for each other, her warmth seeping into his skin. “And I want to know all about Missy Blue, too.”

  Cuddling together, it wasn’t long before Sam felt sleep begin to overtake him. Using his foot, he snagged the sheet that was bunched up at the foot of the bed and bent his knee until he could reach it. Grabbing it with his fingers, he pulled it up and over them both. Missy sighed softly and he looked down to find her eyes closed and her face soft in the vestiges of slumber. As the room grew dim, the sun finally going down, Sam settled against Missy and closed his eyes. When he fell into an exhausted sleep, his dreams were of her face and how she looked when she came, her eyes smoky and her lips parted. A face he would never get tired of looking at.

  Chapter Seven

  The phone rang, pulling Missy from a wonderful dream.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, reaching for the phone without opening her eyes. Her hand searched for the phone she always kept on the table beside the bed. Instead of the hard wooden tabletop, her palm slid across what felt like a warm, chiseled chest of a man. She opened one eye, the phone ringing again.

  The room was dark, dim bluish moonlight sneaking in through a space between the curtains at the window. Missy froze, her mind racing. Where am I?

  Just then, a man groaned. “What the—?” His voice was gravelly and full of sleep.

  Missy remembered. She was in Sam’s room, in Sam’s bed…with Sam. She smiled, feeling the beat of his heart beneath her hand.

  The ringing phone shattered the darkness again. Sam shifted in the bed, sitting up. When he turned on the bedside light, Missy lay back on her pillow and watched Sam, delighting in the fact she was still in his bed.

  “Hello?” Sam wiped his hand across his face, pausing to listen to the person on the other end of the line. “Now? I wasn’t aware you were coming up. It’s not even the weekend.”

  Missy frowned, wondering just who he was talking to. It must be a member of the firm. Who else would arrive here in the middle of the night and call Sam? Whoever it was had to be here because he had said he wasn’t aware they were coming up. Darn, it seemed visitors were going to horn in on their first real night together.

  Sam glanced over at her, the receiver still at his ear. “Can I call you back? I’ve got something going on right now. I’ll let you know as soon as I can.”

  Missy met his gaze and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. What was going on?

  Sam hung up the phone and slid back down in the bed, rolling to face her. “I’m sorry.”

  “There’s no need to apologize.” Missy slid one hand beneath her cheek, settling into the pillow comfortably.

  “I think there might be.” He used one finger to push back another strand of her hair from her forehead. “That was Justice. He and Lauren decided to take the day off tomorrow, so they came up to spend a night or two.”

  It wasn’t unheard of for one of the partners to show up in the middle of the week, but Missy had no idea why they would call Sam in the dead of night. “What did they want? It’s what, three in the morning?”

  “It
’s not unusual for one of the partners to call around this time. They get a bit heated up and need a third, or fourth, to complete the scenario they’re involved in.”

  “So, you’re telling me they just called you to ask you to join in a bonding session, is that it?” Missy didn’t want him to leave. She wanted to continue cuddling warmly in bed with him, his arms wrapped around her while she slept.

  He nodded his head, his eyes searching hers. “Well, sort of. There’s no new member to welcome into the firm. It’s Justice and Lauren only. They want to blow off some steam. It seems they’ve had a tough week in the city and they want a release from all the tension.” He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. “Would you mind very much if I left you here for an hour or two?”

  Missy’s heart sank. She sighed, pulling the sheet higher up over her shoulder. “Well, I do mind, but it is part of your job, right?”

  “Yes, it is.” His voice was subdued.

  “I understand, you need to do this. Promise not to be too long?” She smiled, trying to lighten the moment a bit. She didn’t want to seem clingy, nor did she want to interfere with part of his job. Missy knew it was actually one of the perks of being employed by the firm. She had never thought of bonding as “part of the job,” but as a wonderful benefit to be enjoyed by all who worked here.

  “I just had an idea,” he said, a smile playing over his lips.

  Missy chuckled. “That’s a little scary, but fill me in.” She wondered what in the world he had in mind.

  “What if you join us? A foursome is sometimes more fun that a threesome. What do you say?” He raised his eyebrows, his hand stroking her shoulder.

  “I don’t know,” she said slowly, hesitating.

  “Didn’t you want to experience what it would be like to be involved in a bonding with me? I could swear you told me that. Now is your chance. Justice and Lauren won’t mind, I’m sure, and you know them well enough not to be embarrassed or timid when it comes to enjoying them sensually.”