Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem

by B. J. Harvey

  “Holy shit, Mac, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Absolutely fucking beautiful,” he spits out before throwing his head back against the wall, growling as his hard length hits the back of my mouth and I swallow against him, my throat muscles latching on to his cock before releasing him as he slides back out. I repeat my bedroom party trick, as my fingers rake gently across the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, making him shake at the intensity of the feeling. I start humming against his skin, sending vibrations through both of us, and I feel myself getting wetter and more turned on the crazier I make him. I’m actually close to getting off from going down on him which has never happened before. I swear to God that I could keep swallowing him, and with one touch to my clit, I’d be going off like a rocket on the fourth of July. My pussy is throbbing in protest, screaming out to be filled by his cock.

  “I need to be inside you, Mac. Like, about five fucking minutes ago,” I hear before his hands settle on my hips, pulling me over him. Thankfully, I have the forethought to grab a condom out of my bedside drawer. I rip the foil wrapper and pinch the end before rolling the thin latex down his cock with my mouth.

  “Damn,” he growls out before lifting me over his pelvis and pulling me down, impaling me oh so slowly. I lean forward and kiss him, licking the inside of his mouth and battling with his tongue for control as my body adjusts to his formidable size. Feeling me loosen around him, he starts to buck his hips against me while I start bearing down on him, matching his thrusts as he continues to push himself deeper into me. He moves his arms, securing one around my waist to control me while his other hand moves between us to stroke my clit with renewed vigor.

  “I want you to come with me, babe. At the same fucking time,” he says between hard and fast thrusts in and out of me. I have no control over the sounds that are escaping my mouth, all caused by the thrilling fullness I feel with Daniel being buried to the hilt inside me. This is unadulterated pure heaven, and I don’t want it to end. I could stay attached to this man’s body forever, giving in to the continuous orgasms I know he’ll give me.

  “Are you close, babe?” he asks, panting as he pushes deeper inside of me. “Oh, yeah you are. I can feel your pussy strangling my cock.” I moan at his dirty words. There is something about the words tight, cock and pussy that amps me up when I’m in the moment. But with Daniel saying them, they push me over the damn edge.

  “Oh, yes. Harder, Daniel. Yes, don’t stop. Fuck!” I cry out as I come with one last push down on him as he slams into my cervix and explodes inside me.

  Collapsing on top of him, he just lies there, pulsating inside of me, his whole body shaking as the last effects of his orgasm leave his body.

  “Damn, Mac, it’s never going to be bad with you, is it?” he says breathlessly.

  “I aim to please, Superman,” I say against his chest as I try to reclaim my equilibrium which has scattered the moment I came hard around him.

  Daniel gets up and goes to my bathroom to take care of the condom, before returning to the bed, naked as the day he was born, and crawling under the covers beside me. He pulls me in tight against his body and wraps his arm around my head, resting his hand on my bare hip.

  “Do you mind if I stay?” he asks sleepily, lightly tracing circles with his thumb on my skin, sending divine tingles throughout my orgasm wracked body.

  “I’m not letting you go anywhere right now,” I mumble against his chest, beyond exhausted.

  I feel him chuckle. “Good, Mac, ‘cuz right now there is nowhere else I want to be.”

  It scares the shit out of me how true his last statement is for me too.

  Chapter 10

  “Come & Get It”

  My eyes slowly open as the sunlight drifts through the blinds onto the bed. I try to roll over, but feel a rather hard, ready to go man against my back. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close as I feel a slight thrust against me.

  “It feels like a good morning,” I murmur sleepily.

  “Can’t complain,” I hear as his hand snakes up to cup one of my breasts, swiping his thumb across my hard sensitive nipple. Arching my back into his morning wood, I moan in delight when he lightly pinches me, sending a pulse straight to my now wet pussy.

  “Again,” I say as he slides his body down ever so slightly so that his hard length runs against my labia, my wetness spreading against him.

  “I like waking you up like this, Mac, you’re all sleepy and pliant. It’s like I’m seeing a whole other side of the Makenna persona,” he whispers in my ear as he speeds up his delicious assault on me. My hips move against him, his slippery head hitting my clit at the perfect angle with every inward push.

  “God, that feels so good,” I say, my voice cracking as my horny body gives in the craving. I move my hand between my legs, my fingers stroking my clit and swirling around his cock as it dives into my pussy in one perfectly positioned move.

  “Fuck, you feel good, gorgeous. Your pussy is gripping my cock like a hot silk glove,” he spits out, leaning forward to nip and kiss my collarbone. Shit, no condom! But fuck, he feels so good. I haven’t done it bareback since Beau.

  He stills, his cock deep inside me. “I’m clean, Mac, and you’re the only women I’ve been uncovered with, but fuck if I couldn’t resist sliding deep inside you,” he says quietly between each kiss. He pulls out slightly before pushing back into me hard and fast. Each thrust of his hips ignites a spark, getting closer to the explosion we both crave. I’m too wrapped up in Daniel’s spine tingling sexual assault to contemplate what he just said.

  “I have an IUD, we’re good. Fuck, you’re hard as stone Superman.” I speed up my hand, the tightly coiled spring inside me getting closer and closer to breaking free, catapulting me over the finish line. Daniel moves his hand on top of mine, his fingers mimicking mine, stroke for stroke.

  “Don’t you stop that. It’s so fucking hot. God damn, Mac, don’t you dare stop.” He speeds up, pounding me relentlessly, speeding up the rubbing on my clit until I feel my pussy strangling his cock. “Holy shit,” I spit out before I’m crying out his name, over and over again, coming apart all over him as he continues to piston in and out of me. With a final deep drive, he fills me to the hilt and lets himself go, shooting his come inside of me and biting my neck to stifle his groan as he climaxes.

  We lie like that, pulsating through each other for what seems like forever. I’m so totally spent and relishing the orgasm afterglow that it takes a good five minutes to realize that he kind of had the ‘I want to be monogamous” speech in the middle of mind-bending sexual pleasure, and totally got away with it.

  That sneaky bastard! He totally cockblocked my freak out.

  I wince as he pulls out of me, a gush of wetness following his retreat, reminding me of how he wanted to fill me, come inside me.

  “That was fucking hot, Mac,” he mumbles as he pulls me in tight against him once more.

  “Yeah, you’re pretty good at that,” I say, trying to mask my screaming inner monologue.

  “Why, thanks. You’re not too bad yourself,” he says with a chuckle.

  I pull away from him, hoping to get to my bathroom before the panic hits me. This feels too good, too soon. It’s too much for my brain to handle at this time of the morning.

  “Ah, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and clean up,” I say, moving slightly to get out of his grasp.

  “Just one more thing, Mac,” he says before rolling me over and planting a hard wet kiss against my lips.

  I pull away before my traitorous body decides to dive head first into round two. I jump up and make my way to the ensuite attached to my room, giving Daniel a sly grin before closing the door behind me.

  Holy shit! That man has telepathic powers. Not only did we have explosive fourth date sex last night, we followed it up with an equally mind blowing sequel performance this morning, and without a condom. It’s not that I’m worried about STDs or the like, and my birth control is firmly entrenched inside of me, but it
felt so good, so personal...

  Way too fucking right.

  I do my morning business and stand in front of the bathroom mirror, bracing myself on the vanity as I stare at my reflection. My lips are swollen, my breasts are heavy, and I feel perfectly sated. So why am I freaking out like a virgin on prom night? Fuck, Mac, get your head back in the game. It’s just sex, with Delicious Daniel, who I’m starting to believe is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He’s too perfect, too good, too right. I need to tell him about the others, especially if we’re gonna continue to see each other and sleep together like this. He has a right to know.

  They all know about each other and what the deal is. There is no jealousy, no macho bullshit. It’s casual sex occasionally with guys that I am friends with. What’s the problem with that?

  ‘Oh, by the way, Daniel, I fucking dig your cock, especially when it’s deep inside me. And I want to continue sexing you into the next millennium, but I also have three other equally hot, equally talented friends that I sleep with occasionally, and I wouldn’t not say no to you becoming the fourth member of my penis harem.’

  Dammit all to hell!

  In all honesty, with sex like that I could be more than happy never leaving my bed as long as Daniel was in it with me. I blew Sean off last week, and after seeing the smug look on Noah’s face at the tailgate party, I’m not too keen on seeing that man naked again anytime soon. And then there is Zander, my gorgeous energizer bunny who makes me do things in places I’ve never contemplated before, but who has been too busy to do anything other than work and sleep lately.

  And now, I have to do the awkward morning after walk of shame in my own freaking house!

  Pulling myself together, but still clueless as to what is going to happen next, I splash my face with water and brush my teeth. I grab my robe and slip it on before walking back into my bedroom. I’m surprised to see Daniel sitting on the side of my bed, fully dressed in his rumpled clothes from the night before. He smiles at me as I walk towards my dresser, pulling out a clean pair of underwear and sliding them on under my robe. I’ve never been shy with my body. I’m a firm believer of loving what you’ve got and going with it, owning it even, but I’m suddenly feeling really self-conscious around him.

  “Are you going?” I ask, genuinely surprised at how easy this is gonna be.

  He finishes putting his shoes on and stands up, walking towards me until he’s almost touching me.

  “Well, as much as I’d love to play hooky and stay in bed with you, the markets await. And I’m getting the impression that you might need a bit of time to process this,” he says, waving his hand between us. “But I do want to say one thing, something for you to contemplate.”

  He pauses for a moment, staring straight at me with those gorgeous caramel eyes of his. They’re filled with hope, with knowledge, and buzzing with the undeniable spark that has raced between us since that first meeting on the L and is now burning brighter than ever.

  “I want to see you again. I want to more than see you again, and I hope like hell that you’ll text me later on. But I’m going to leave you now, to freak out, to mull it over, and hopefully reminisce over what just happened between us because gorgeous, I know there is so much more where that just came from.”

  And with that, he leans forward and meshes his lips with mine, brushing his tongue against mine with purpose and promise, leaving me to grab a hold of his biceps and let him take what he wants. He tears himself away, kissing my lips softly once more, then my nose, and finally my forehead as he murmurs, “I’ll wait, gorgeous,” and walks out my bedroom door.

  I’m left standing there, leaning against my chest of drawers and rendered speechless, my mind racing at his words while also willing myself to stay put and not go running after him to dry hump his leg.

  I hear the front door close and look at my alarm clock. 7 a.m. Thank God Kate will still be home. She can help me process the mind fuck that is going on.

  “And who was the boy that just snuck out of our house?” Kate asks with a smirk.

  “It was Daniel,” I reply wistfully.

  I laugh as Kate spits her coffee out and starts choking.

  “Goddammit, Mac. I never thought I’d see the day. You like him, don’t you?”

  “I do, but I think he wants more.”

  “And you’re stupidly sticking to your ‘no strings’ vibe I take it? Mac, you can’t keep it up forever you know.”

  “It works for me.”

  “You’re easy.”

  “I’m not easy. I’m free spirited.”

  “Free spirited with your body.”

  “Hey now, no need to get jealous. It’s like having one boyfriend with four different talents. They’re all great at what they do, but there are particular things they excel at,” I say with a wink. Our thoughtless conversation breaks me out of my funk.

  Kate giggles at that. I know she means well, but I always feel the need to justify myself to her. She comes from a happy home where her parents are childhood sweethearts who married and had three perfect children. Her two older brothers have good jobs and have just started their own perfect families. She reads sappy romance novels where the knight in shining armor comes along and sweeps the damsel in distress off her feet, fighting off all the demons and living happily ever after. Despite being shown many times that life is far from a fucking fairytale, she still holds on to the hope that she’ll be wined and dined and carried off by her Prince Charming, her Mr. Perfect. I find it endearing, but it is so far from reality for me that I don’t understand it.

  “Look, it’s what I like. It’s what I need right now. After Beau, I don’t want anything other than sex. They all know the score, and they’re fine with it.”

  I don’t really feel the conviction in my last comment, though. They’re supposed to know the score and be fine with it. But Daniel...I’m not so sure about. He made it clear this morning that he wants to get to know me, wants to continue whatever this is that is going on between us, and definitely staking his claim as the only woman in his bed right now.

  “Even Daniel?”

  “Well, he doesn’t know yet, but I definitely need to have the talk with him.” And I do. I pride myself with being open and honest, and Daniel deserves to know the truth.

  “Mac, I like him. I like the way he looks at you, and Goddamn, I’m definitely liking the way he looks in general. How the hell do you find these hot pieces of Chicago ass? I mean, seriously! Four of them and you’re not sharing?”

  I crack up laughing. “Well, Noah is definitely out of favor right now, being Daniel’s college buddy, AND being cocky as hell at the football game. Sean called me the other day, but I blew him off because I was tired, and Zander’s MIA at the moment, probably busy with work or something. So right now it’s only Daniel. And if last night and this morning are anything to go by, I’m happy with that.”

  “Well, going by the moaning and screaming I heard coming through my wall, if you don’t want him, I’ll gladly take him off your hands. Holy hell, Mac, it almost had me replacing my batteries.”

  “Kate!” I admonish her before we both crash headfirst into a giggle fit.

  God, I love this girl. She can handle my freak outs and listen to my screaming orgasms without batting an eyelid. If only I was willing to consider her suggestion more seriously. If only I could talk myself into taking a chance on Daniel.

  Could he really be worth breaking my vow for?

  Chapter 11

  “You Can Leave Your Hat On”

  After Daniel’s mid-sex monogamous check in, and mulling it over in my head during my whole shift, I’ve decided we need to have that talk. The one where we confess our sexual histories and conquests. It’s not something I’ve had a problem with before.

  Noah and I have always been on the same page. If we’re at work, and we’re both single, we hook up. It’s that simple. There are no feelings, no explanations, and total honesty. They are the only rules.

  Sean is the same. It has been
a year since I met Sean, but with his busy work schedule and frequent trips around the country, it is never going to be a serious monogamous thing even if I was looking for a relationship. Sean is not boyfriend material. We run in two different circles, and he’s a lot older than me. Can you imagine the fit my father would have if I took him home to meet my parents and he opened the door to find my boyfriend was closer to their age than mine? Holy God, I shudder to think how that would go down. They could share stories about their tennis elbow or how they’re ‘not as young as they used to be’.

  Then there is Zander. We’re close friends who just happen to hook up now and then. Since that first night where he introduced me to hot public wall sex against Sophie’s house, we seem to have developed a habit of lewd public outings.

  Our last ‘adventure’ happened a month ago. Zander was working down town and sent me a text asking if I wanted to meet up. He was doing a private bachelorette party at the Pink Monkey, a swanky new adult entertainment bar. With nothing else planned for a Friday night other than takeout and a Desperate Housewives marathon, I was a sure thing.

  I caught a cab to the club, and after getting carded, I walked in and was immediately impressed with the atmosphere. For a high class establishment, they certainly did their homework to make sure it felt warm and welcoming. There was a circular bar in the middle of the large room, with bar stools surrounding it, then sets of booths lining the walls. There were also cool cabanas with sheer curtains surrounding, each one with a different neon muted lighting.