Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem

by B. J. Harvey

  I did it. It wasn’t a dream last night when I gave up fighting and went to his office, giving myself to this man that has been invading my thoughts and feelings for the past few weeks. I shift my body slightly, feeling his arm resting gently on my bare hip, my leg lying on top of his like it is just another morning, an everyday occurrence. My hand is positioned on top of his heart, the steady staccato beat vibrating through my fingers. His smooth, warm skin calls for me to run my hand over him, to explore his hard sculpted body once again.

  “Good morning,” he huskily murmurs from above. I jerk my head up and meet his half open blue eyes that are filled with heat, immediately igniting my desire for this gorgeous man.

  I smile up at him. “Morning.”

  “How are you feeling?” he asks, lifting his arms across his body and smoothing my wayward hair off my face.

  “I’m good,” I whisper as I give in to temptation and flex my fingers against him. “It wasn’t a dream.”

  His lips tip up, “No, Sammy. Definitely not a dream. No regrets?”

  “None. Well, maybe one …”

  His brows lift up in surprise, “One?”

  I softly laugh at his reaction. He’s obviously thinking the worst. “No, not this. Not at all. It was probably the easiest decision I’ve made in a long time. I’m just sorry that I fell asleep last night …”

  “Well, now that we can make up for.” He cups my cheek with his hand and lowers his mouth, slowly kissing my lips, his tongue making gentle languid strokes against mine as my body melts into his. Lifting my leg higher, I brush my thigh against his hard cock and my pussy tightens in anticipation. He groans into my mouth as our kiss amps up, my tongue submitting to his as his fingers dig into my hips, his palm hardening against my jaw as he attacks my mouth with renewed hunger. I pull away slightly from his mouth, now panting as my hips instinctively rock against his side.

  “I need to be inside you, Sammy, more than I need my next breath. I need to make love to you, assure myself that you’re really here with me, in my bed.” His hand trails down my neck, moving down to my breast as he cups its weight and runs his thumb across my hard nipple. “I need you … to feel your thighs clench around my shoulders as I taste you. I need to feel your pussy clench around my cock as I enter you again, I need to make every inch of your body mine … to make you come hard around me. I want to hear you cry out my name as I move inside you.”

  Fuck! I need that and more. “Yes. I want you. Make my body yours again, Sean.”

  “With fucking pleasure, darling.”

  I whip his tee off my body before he swiftly rolls over me, laying his hard body on top of mine, and my thighs which instantly open to accommodate his stiff cock. He kisses me hard and fast again, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that I’ve craved for way too long. He completely overtakes me with his ravenous hunger, tasting and taking my mouth with a heat I’ve only been able to dream about. He shifts his body lower and peppers my neck with open mouthed kisses, nipping gently, then soothing with a swirl of his tongue moving down again, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth while his hand gently squeezes the other breast. I moan with pleasure as electric pulses run directly down to my pussy, its slick wetness preparing me for his most welcome invasion.

  “Sean,” I moan as he looks up at me through hooded eyes, placing more kisses as his mouth travels lower over my stomach until he is head height with my pulsing clit. Hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of the boxers I’m wearing, he slowly drags them down my thighs before throwing them over his shoulder and slowly gliding his hands back up until I’m a writhing mess, panting embarrassingly as he spreads my thighs wide then moves his thumbs to open me as he takes in my bare lady garden. With a sly grin and his eyes locked with mine, he darts his tongue out and circles my clit, sending a full body shudder through me.

  My hands automatically grab his head, my fingers tangling in his hair and firmly holding him against me. “Uh-uh,” he says, wrapping his hands around my wrists and pulling them to the bed, holding them firmly in place as he continues to lap at me, circling and sucking, licking me end to end as my body sings with desire. My heart races, knowing that I have to take whatever he gives me, feel whatever he wants me to feel. My belly tightens as my climax rushes me, and the moment Sean wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard, I shatter into a million pieces.

  “Sean! Shit! Fuck! Oh, my godddddd!” I scream as my back arches, my hips holding firm against his mouth. He gently eases back and softly licks my slit backward and forward, the sensation drawing out the waves of ecstasy as I return to earth. I’m in a haze as he moves up my body, dragging his weight against me as I feel his smooth steel cock inch closer to my core.

  He kisses my lips and moves my hands up the side of our bodies and over my head, never letting go as he secures them in one of his own. The sweet taste of my come on his lips spins me into a frenzy as I wrap my legs around his hips, and pull his body hard against mine. I moan as he runs his hard length against me

  “Pleaaasssseeee …” I groan.

  “Shit!” he curses as he rests his head against my forehead and stills his torturous movements.

  Unable to touch him with my hands, I lift my chin to kiss his jaw tenderly. “What’s wrong? Don’t stop.”

  He lifts his head and looks straight at me, his eyes still dark with lust but also soft and gentle. “I’ve got no protection here. It’s downstairs in my wallet.” I swear he blushes with embarrassment. My big bad Dom embarrassed? Never thought I’d see the day. He goes to get off me and I wrap my legs around his hips, pinning him in place and start giggling.

  After staring at me in disbelief, his grimace turns into a smirk. “What are you laughing at?”

  It takes a few moments to compose myself. “I’ve got an implant, and I always use condoms, but I trust you, Sean …” I look up at him, my expression turning serious as I realize how big of a step this is. This is the most vulnerable I have been with him, the most open, trusting, and willing. He nods once and lowers his body, bringing his lips back to mine, keeping his eyes wide open as he lovingly explores with his tongue, nipping my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth.

  His hard cock probes my entrance, and I instinctively open my legs wider, inviting him inside me. It’s an invitation he doesn’t need. With my wrists bound above my head, his lips meshed with mine, he slowly inches his way inside me, my walls clinging to him tightly. “Fuck me, Sammy. You feel incredible. I need to move.” Totally speechless, all I can do is lift my hips to thrust against him, encouraging him to make love to me.

  Our hips move rhythmically against each other as he sets a slow and torturous pace, stoking the raging inferno inside me that has been threatening to explode ever since I woke up.

  “Grab the headboard, Sammy. Hold on and don’t let go,” he orders, his voice a low growl. His grip on my wrists loosen and I stretch out my fingers, wrapping them around the thick wooden slats of his headboard, bucking against him as he continues to pump inside me. The thrill I feel at making him lose control heightens my pleasure. Knowing that my submission is the same gift to him as his dominance is giving me lifts me higher than I’ve ever felt before. I groan as he sucks hard on the delicate skin at the base of my neck. I know I’ll have the hickey from hell there now, but all I want is Sean to lose control; I want him to go off the deep end and give me a sign that he is just as worked up as me right now because I’m seconds from detonating again.

  “I’m close … shit, fuck, I’m close,” I pant in his ear. “Sean, I need to ...”

  “Close your eyes. I want you to feel everything. My hard cock stroking inside you, my wet mouth on your skin, my sweaty body rubbing against yours. Feel me, Sammy. Feel everything and give it back to me.”

  And I do.

  The minute I close my eyes, I can feel every warm inch of Sean as he worships my body. He’s not just making love to me, he’s consuming me, owning me, and I fucking love it.

  “I want you to come,
Sammy. I want you to come hard. I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I fill you. I need to feel you, Sammy. Fuck … come. Come now!”

  He thrusts two more times, pounding into me before planting himself to the hilt and taking my mouth vigorously, groaning his release as I crash over the cliff, my orgasm surging through me as I tighten my limbs around him and enjoy the ride.

  “Fuck, yes,” he affirms as he rests his weight against my now spent body. “God, I missed you Sam. I missed you so fucking much.”

  When an intense, strong man, who usually keeps his feelings in check, expresses himself so clearly and so sure of himself, the woman who broke his heart and took her sweet ass time coming back to him listens. I let the words sink in as he rolls off me and tucks me into his side, running his hand up and down my skin soothingly. And for the first time in a long time, I know I’ve finally done the right thing.

  I’m home.

  Chapter 15

  “Goodbye, My Lover”

  Sean

  “So do I need to tie you to the bed while I go to the bathroom?”

  Her eyes go wide, but I don’t miss the flash of heat my threat has evoked. “No … why would you?” Her brows furrow and the look of confusion is adorable on her.

  I lean down and plant a soft kiss at the end of her button nose. “Well, I’m hoping you won’t want to run away from me now that I’ve given you two orgasms for breakfast, but I can never tell with you.” I wink and she hits my chest with her palm.

  “Well, we could always shower together, you know. Then we’ll be saving the planet and you won’t have to worry about me doing a magic disappearing act on you.” She laughs before jumping up off the mattress and walking into my bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

  I lay there stunned.

  First at the return of the fun, carefree Samantha who I originally fell in love.

  Second at the site of her pert naked backside as she sashays her way to the bathroom.

  “You’ve got five minutes before I’m coming in after you!” I call out, feeling my cock harden at the mere thought of having her again.

  “Promises promises, Sir,” she goads. That’s all the motivation I need. I pull the covers back and leisurely make my way to the bathroom. I open the door, greeted with a waft of thick steam.

  “You think you can hide in here?” I ask teasingly as I walk blindly to the shower room, holding out my hands at what would be her hip height and searching for her warm naked body in the makeshift fog.

  “I thought you’d get off on the thrill of the chase.”

  “I’d chase you anywhere, Samantha Richards.”

  “I tried to resist and look how that turned out. I think I might just stay put and see how well your old body can keep up with me now that I’m in my sexual prime,” she murmurs in my ear. Hooking my arm around her waist, I roll her in front of me, her back to my chest. Reaching up and tangling my hand in her hair, I tug her head to the side and bite the apex of her neck and collarbone. She releases a low, dick hardening whimper as I ease my teeth back and run the flat of my tongue over the bruised skin.

  “You’re going to pay for that comment.”

  “I’m counting on it,” she replies, her husky voice giving away just how much she enjoyed being chased.

  An hour and no hot water later, she paid for it three times. Once with my fingers, once with my mouth, and lastly as I pumped my cock into her from behind while her hands were pinned to the shower wall and she milked my orgasm from me.

  After a quick trip back to her apartment to grab some clean clothes for Sam, we’re now on our way to breakfast. When she told me she wasn’t back on shift until tomorrow, I asked her to spend the day with me. We have a lot of time to catch up on, and a lot of miscommunications to clear up. In order to move forward, we need a clean slate. Oh, then there is the little issue of her mother’s meddling from ten years ago to deal with.

  ∞~~~∞

  I remember the day we broke up, still so clear in my mind. She’d been avoiding me for a few days after I’d met her mom for the first time. Let me tell you, Debra Richards is one hard ass S.O.B. and the way she berated Sam grated me like you would not believe.

  Both my parents and grandparents showered Ryan and me with love, supporting us as we strived to become our own person, follow our own paths and forge new ones where there weren’t any. But Sammy … she was given another perspective, one that her ball busting mother instilled in her, one which meant that under no circumstances should she let a man take care of her; that she should never rely on a man because heaven forbid she make the same mistakes Debra made.

  After two days of Sam hiding away in her dorm room, I arranged for Helen to make herself scarce and knocked on their door with a bag of Chinese takeout, a bottle of vodka, and a smile. When Sam answered the door she looked a mess. Her hair was tied up on the top of her head in a messy bun, and she was wearing a loose fitting T-shirt two sizes too big with leggings. But she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.

  Nothing seemed off about that night, even when I pushed her back onto her bed and stripped her clothing off, taking my time, binding her legs to the bed so that she was spread wide open for me. I made her scream my name until her voice was hoarse and cracking. And when I finally released her straining legs, she immediately wrapped them around my back and arched into me, lifting her breasts closer to my mouth as I rode out my climax.

  We showered together and washed each other thoroughly before I fell asleep with her sleeping soundly in my arms like we had done so many times before. Had I known it would be the last time, I would have stayed awake, I would have made love to her one more time, made sure I left her with a lasting memory of us, one she couldn’t have escaped from.

  When I woke up, the bed was empty beside me. I looked around and saw Sam sitting on Helen’s bed across the room from me.

  “Beautiful, I like it better when I can feel you, not just see you.”

  She smiled softly, but her eyes said something else, something different. There were pain and heartache there, I just didn’t understand it until she opened her mouth and said the words I never thought I’d hear from her. “I don’t think is going to work, Sean.” I watched in shock as she swallowed hard. “I think we’re too different. Your need for control is too much for me. It’s better to end it now before one of us gets hurt. I’m losing myself, my identity. College is such a short time in our lives, and I need to focus on graduating and immersing myself in the college experience. Being in a serious relationship doesn’t help me do that.”

  I stared at her in shock. Standing up, I pulled my boxers and jeans up, then threw on my discarded shirt from the floor before stuffing my wallet in my pocket and walking toward her. “Sammy, I don’t know where the hell this is coming from, but maybe you need some time to think. Seeing your mom has made you see things that simply aren’t there …”

  I reached out my hand to her, wanting to pull her up into my arms, but she looked up at me warily before standing of her own volition and walking around me, not even wanting to touch me. I can tell you, I felt that square in my chest.

  “Fuck, Sammy. What the hell do you think you’re trying to do? What happened between last night and this morning? I don’t remember you complaining when you were sleeping in my arms. So why have you woken up sounding like a Debra Richards replica with an axe to grind against the male race?” I knew I should not have gotten angry, but I was confused as fuck and she was not explaining where all of it was coming from. She was saying things that could’ve been read straight out of her mother’s hard ass playbook.

  Sighing loudly, she walked to the door, pausing with her fist tightening around the handle. “It’s for the best, Sean. I’m weaker when I’m with you. You’re getting ready to graduate. I’ve got my final year to finish. I think this is what … we need.” The last few words were shaky at best. I knew that this was her mother’s doing, but there was no reasoning with Sammy when she was this resolute about something.

>   Walking to the now open door, I stopped right in front of her, cupping her cheeks in both of my hands and lifting her face to mine. “I’m not giving up, Sammy. I don’t understand this, but I know you. I know us. I know that there is more to us than just a college romance. You just need time. I love you, don’t ever forget that.” I brushed my lips gently against hers once, then again, and when I felt her body soften against mine, I slowly swept my tongue through her parted lips, making sure she felt my words deep inside, wanting her to feel everything I was trying to say in that one last kiss.

  When I ended the kiss and walked away from her, I looked back once to see the door shutting quickly and my heart stuttered. But it wasn’t until I walked into my house to find Ryan crying on the floor next to my grandfather’s dead body that I knew what it was like to lose almost everything important in my life.

  And when I went back to Samantha’s dorm room to find her, to fight for her, at the time I needed her the most, she was gone.

  ∞~~~∞

  Sam

  Helen: Samantha Grace Richards, where the hell did you disappear to last night? Word is Tanner is pissed off and you were last seen going upstairs at Throb.

  Me: Don’t you full name me! I’m fine, more than fine. I’m with Sean …

  Helen: OMG

  A few minutes pass and then my phone vibrates again.

  Rico: Be careful, minha amiga.

  I chuckle to myself, earning a sideways glance from Sean as he squeezes my hand that is underneath his on the seat between us.

  Me: So we’re back to the double team text attack?

  Helen: What do you expect?!? Girl, you better call me tonight and give me a full run down. I know that the sex must have been out of this world!

  Me: No comment.

  Helen: Oh, come on. Give me something to get me through the day.