Beauty Blooming [Bonding Camp 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

“Damn, she’s trying to fuck the vibrator,” Joe said. “Time to rev this baby up.”

Rodgers pulled away from her mouth, moving to her breast. He closed his lips over her nipple, scraping it with his teeth. Rachel gulped for air then an earthquake shot up her spine. Joe had turned the vibrator on and thrust it deep into her pussy. “Oh, God,” she groaned, coming fast and hard. Stars burst behind her eyelids as flames of passion licked her skin in a thousand places, driving her to the brink of insanity.

“I’ve never seen something so beautiful,” Joe said, removing the vibrator and running his warm hands over her thighs.

When she finally caught her breath after coming down from that amazing orgasm, she tried her voice. She was breathing hard with sweat trickling down her sides. “I need…something to drink,” she said, her throat dry from crying out in pleasure.

“I’ll get some water. Joe, release her restraints.” Rodgers disappeared through a door.

“Which one first?” Joe asked, smoothing a hand over her belly.

“My legs. I think they’re almost ready to cramp.”

Joe undid the buckles on the tethers around her ankles and helped her stretch her legs out to their full length. She groaned, her tight muscles thanking her for the much-needed stretch. Lifting her wrists, she brought her arms back over her head to her tummy. She wiggled her hands. The handcuffs jingled, metal on metal.

Joe moved to her side and planted a kiss on her mouth. “I don’t have the key,” he said, standing up. “We’ll have to wait until Rodgers gets back.”

“Can you help me sit up?” She really needed to move around.

“Sure.” He took her wrists. “When I pull you up, scoot your bottom back so you don’t slip off the edge.”

“Okay.”

Joe pulled her up, stepping around the edge of the bench, then positioned himself between her knees.

Rachel shook her head, slinging her hair back once she was fully sitting up. “I must look a mess,” she said, suddenly shy.

Smiling, Joe moved in closer, taking her face in his hands. His gaze roamed from her lips to her eyes then held there. “I am in awe of you,” he said softly, his expression serious and sincere.

Rachel’s heart skipped a beat. His eyes were so calm and steady, and he made her feel like she could find “home” in the circle of his arms. All of her timidity and inhibitions fell away when she was near him. That’s why she had given in to him so easily in the kitchen. She’d given herself to him in wild abandon, and in her heart, she knew there was no turning back now.

“Here’s your water,” Rodgers said, breaking the spell.

Joe kissed her forehead and stepped back. “Do you have the key for the cuffs?”

Rodgers snapped his fingers. He handed the bottle of water to Joe and ducked over to the shelf where he had stored a few things. He grabbed the key and quickly returned.

After her wrists were free again, she drank a half bottle of water within a few seconds. “Wow, I needed that,” she said, smiling.

Rodgers had slipped his pants back on. “It’s getting late. I think I’ll call it a night.” He turned to walk out the door. “You two can stay as long as you like. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight. And thanks!” Rachel gave him a wave.

“Anytime.” He nodded at Joe then went on through the door.

She looked up at Joe. “To tell you the truth, I really need a shower.”

“So do I. What do you say we conserve water and take one together?”

Rachel grinned.

The warm water rained down on her from the huge showerhead, soothing her tired muscles and slicking her skin. They had returned to the main house, and she had invited Joe to her own suite. Rachel had always loved her bathroom, fitted with its huge shower and deep, jetted tub. It was one of the perks of working for the firm. She had wonderful accommodations here at the compound.

She drew in a long breath, a smile forming on her lips. Joe stood behind her, his arms around her waist, a bar of soap in one hand. He made slow circles with the soap over her tummy. She rested her head back against his shoulder and slid her arms up around his neck. The water warmed her, but Joe’s hands moving over her slick skin heated her core. This felt so right, so absolutely complete, she didn’t know how it could get better than this. She moved against him, shifting her butt and grinding it against his groin. He kissed the side of her neck then ran his tongue over the outside of her ear.

“Man, I’m never going to want to leave,” he said, hugging her tightly.

She pulled her arms from around his neck and turned to face him, her body slippery against his. She reached up and held his face in her hands. “I don’t want to talk about you leaving,” she said then pressed her lips to his.

They moved languidly, caressing and sliding against each other beneath the spray of water. Rachel sighed when he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Joe turned, pressing her back against the slick tile of the shower wall. Tucking his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass, he began to make love to her, his strokes slow and steady.

Rachel buried her fingers in his wet hair and ran her tongue over his lips. She wanted to lick every drop of water from him until he was dry.

Joe parted his lips and nipped her tongue. Her pussy fluttered in response. Joe groaned and pressed her harder against the wall as he drove deeply into her.

Rachel rocked her hips forward, her toes clenching, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. The sweet release of her orgasm overtook her, erasing all thought from her mind. She let out a guttural groan as the heat wave roared up from her creaming cunt, igniting her whole body all the way to the roots of her hair. Her eyes half open, she gazed straight into Joe’s eyes. His pupils widened for an instant, and then he caught his bottom lip between his teeth just before a shudder ran through him as he came.

She smiled, smoothing the hair back from his forehead. “I’ve never watched a man come before,” she said. Kissing him tenderly on the lips caused her heart to swell with emotion.

“You can watch me any time you want,” he said, lifting her slightly.

She unwrapped her legs from around him, and he set her on her feet. She leaned back, running her head beneath the spray of water. When she reached up to push her hair back, Joe cupped both her breasts then ran his palms over her nipples in circles. Straightening, she smiled up at him. “Are you ever going to get enough?”

He gave her a crooked grin. “I doubt it.”

Rachel laughed, feeling free and easy for the first time in her life. Right now, she wasn’t concerned with how she looked or her inexperience. She was happy in the moment, and her happiness blossomed from the fact that this man was somehow connected to her. The feeling was strong and undeniable.

They finished their shower, laughing and tickling each other, neither of them able to stop touching each other. After drying off with the big fluffy towels she always kept in the bathroom, Rachel wrapped one around herself and sat down on the foot of her bed. She had taken her wide-toothed comb from the drawer in the bathroom and now set about the task of working the tangles from her hair. She picked and plucked at it, her fingers nimbly working through the tangled knots. It was harder than normal, what with her hair wet. “Ow!” she grumbled when a tangled tress gave way, and she ended up pulling her own hair.

“What are you doing?” Joe asked, coming from the bathroom to stand just inside the bedroom.

Rachel froze, her heart skipping a beat. Joe was so handsome, standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist while he used a second one to rub the dampness from his hair. His skin was flushed from the hot shower, giving him a healthy glow. His chest was bare, making it easy to see the sharply defined muscles that were parked above his rock-hard stomach. Just the sight of him was making her cream like a teenager. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, so glad she had finally opened up about wanting to join in during bonding camp.

Joe stopped his movements, peeking at her from beneath the towel he was using to dry his hair. “Rach, you okay?”

“Huh?” She blinked then felt her face grow hot. “Yeah, um, I’m fine.” She slid the comb into her hair, trying to cover up the fact she had just been mooning over him, and immediately snagged a tangle. “Ouch! Dang.” She winced.

Joe draped the towel in his hands over his shoulders and moved toward her. “Here. Let me do that before you snatch yourself bald.” He took the comb from her hand and sat down beside her. “Turn,” he instructed, urging her to turn sideways with his hand on her shoulder.

Rachel turned, bending one knee and sliding her leg up onto the bed. Joe’s fingers brushed her neck when he gathered her hair and drew it over her shoulders to her back.

“You have beautiful hair,” he said, running the comb gently through her hair until he came to a tangle.

“I’ve been thinking about cutting it. It’s so long sometimes it gets in the way.”

“Don’t cut it.” He leaned forward until his lips were just beside her ear. “I like the way it clings to your body when you’re all slick and sweaty from me fucking you,” he whispered then swiped his tongue over the shell of her ear before leaning back again to work on her hair.

Rachel drew in a slow breath and ran her hand over the calf of her leg that was parked on the bed. The way he seduced her with his wicked whispers had her body heating up yet again. The contrast between his dirty words and the gentleness of his hands as he combed her hair was tantalizing to say the least. She tilted her head back, the towel she wore falling down, revealing her breasts. “Mmm,” she crooned, her nipples tightening from the chilly, air-conditioned air wafting over her breasts and the wet, tickly sensation of her damp hair falling in long strands on the skin of her back.

“You like this, don’t you?” Joe asked, the comb moving smoothly through her hair now.

“Mm-hmm. It’s just one of the things I like about you.”

“Oh? And what are some of the others?”

“I like the way you touch me. It’s so familiar, like we’ve known each other forever. I’ve never felt like this about anyone else. Being with you seems so natural.” She sighed. “It’s hard to explain, but you fit into my life so easily, I can’t imagine I would feel this way about anyone else.”

Joe gathered her hair in his hand at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back. Then his mouth covered hers, his tongue pressing past her lips and thrusting inside. She splayed her hands on the bed behind her, trying to keep her balance as he ravaged her mouth. With a nip of her bottom lip, he rose to give her air but didn’t release his hold on her hair. “I want to hear that sound from you again, Rachel. That little moan of pleasure you let out a few minutes ago.”

Rachel ran her tongue over her bottom lip. The sensation of him holding her firmly by the hair sent electricity from the nape of her neck, down her spine, to the apex of her butt cheeks. Pulling her hair back even more, Joe forced her to stretch her neck backward. The movement caused her to part her lips, and her breasts thrust forward because of the arch of her back. She sucked in a sharp breath when he tweaked her nipple, pinching it then rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Sparks of pleasure-pain shot from her tight nipple all the way to the back of her tongue. She closed her eyes, tense, waiting for his next move. Her body felt like an overtightened violin string, waiting to be plucked.

Rachel had never considered how she would react to being submissive to a man. Sure, she had always let her sexual partners make the first move and lead the way, but this was completely different. The pleasure Joe gave her was sweet and warm, washing over her. But the little shots of pain that accompanied it were sharp and electric, setting her body on fire as if he’d touched her with a lit match. Instead of shying away from it, she jerked toward it, craving more of the searing heat.

Joe plucked and tugged at her nipple, each movement causing Rachel to want more. She was basically leaning back across his lap, her arms beginning to quiver from trying to hold herself at the odd angle. Even the stress on her muscles, like snaps of rubber bands beneath her skin, added to the pleasure-pain experience.

Her mouth open, she began to breathe a little harder. Joe switched to the untouched nipple, tweaking it. She jerked, letting a tiny moan escape. “Mmm,” she murmured, trying to turn her head.

Joe held fast to her hair. He chuckled lowly. “That’s what I want to hear.” She felt his tongue flick into her mouth and swipe across the back of her upper front teeth. “I want to hear you make little sounds like that the next time you and I are intimate,” he said when he straightened. He smoothed the palm of his hand over her highly sensitized nipples and let go of her hair.

Rachel gulped a breath, her body vibrating with need. She wanted him, but her throat was too tight with frustration to be able to voice that need. Heat jittered through her, fueled by the take-control attitude of this man who was quickly insinuating himself deeply into her heart.

Joe lifted her, pulling her onto his lap. Placing a kiss on her cheek, he then nuzzled her ear. “It’s getting late,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he met her gaze. “I hate to say it, but I’m going to leave you alone for the rest of the night. You’re probably sore from all of our activities, and I want to give you the chance to rest a while.”