Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (10 page)

I look up at him and smirk, trying to hold back my laughter. “Well, you did promise to take me to Navy Pier, mister,” I say, playfully poking his chest with my free hand. “And a promise is a promise.” Still holding my hand, he wraps it behind my back while he adds pressure, pinning my body to his. “And I intend to keep that promise, just as soon as I do this.” He bends his head down and kisses me softly again.

This man can kiss. I could honestly just stand here and kiss him all night long. I close my eyes and let myself get carried away with this kiss. It’s different to the one he gave me in the restaurant. This kiss is full of promise, full of desire, and if his large, hard cock that is now lying against my stomach is any indication, a sign of things to come.

Realizing that we’re blocking the sidewalk on a busy intersection making out like teenagers, I force myself to break free, but I can’t help the goofy grin that covers my face.

“Wow,” I say, winded.

“Wow is right. I could stand here and do THAT all day,” he says, his face beaming.

“Navy Pier, Pier Park. Go now before we lose our train of thought, and I drag you back to my place, or yours, whichever is closest,” I say, trying to talk inner Mac out of her demands to drag him in the opposite direction. Inner Mac is feisty and always horny, thinking with her vagina first, and her brain a close second.

“Yes, let’s go,” he says, adjusting his pants ever so discretely so that his ‘happiness’ is not so visible to every Tom, Dick, and Harry walking past.

I can’t help but giggle at his predicament. I have to admit, when it comes to getting excited in public, women are a lot luckier than men.

“You think it’s funny that I have to walk three blocks with this hard on, and you look as unaffected as always.”

I turn into him, lifting myself up slightly to whisper in his ear, “I’m so far from being unaffected. I wish you knew how wet and ready I am right now.”

Daniel suddenly starts coughing, “Damn, Mac. So not helping things right now,” he says, his voice cracking.

I shrug my shoulders and smile. “At least I know that you are thinking about the same things as I am now.”

We reach the park about fifteen minutes later, our progress hindered by my sky high boots that my feet are now complaining to me about...a lot! Pier Park closed early for the night, scuttling our plans to take a few rides on the Ferris wheel. “Are your feet sore? Do you want to just take a slow walk around the pier?”

“Sounds good, but I’m gonna take these torture devices off my feet,” I say as I find a park bench and sit down, bending over to pull them off.

“Let me.”

He gets down on one knee and holds my ankle, unzipping the boots and sliding the first one off. He then starts rubbing his hands into my feet, kneading them firmly. I can’t stifle the moan that escapes me as I lean back against the bench and enjoy the blissful foot rub I’m currently being given.

“That feels so good,” I groan as he continues his massage. He then turns his attention to my other foot, his touch on my skin so light, yet his heat burns through me in a direct line to my now aching core. This is the most drawn out foreplay I’ve ever experienced, and I almost don’t want it to end.

Once he’s finished, he stands back on his feet, my super pretty boots in one hand while he pulls me up with the other. “Better?” he asks, kissing my temple.

“Much. You better watch out, though. I might have to keep you stashed in the corner of my bedroom as my personal foot massage slave,” I say with a laugh.

His eyes grow dark, full of hunger and desire. “You wouldn’t have to force me to stay in your bedroom, Mac.”

“The idea of it makes me hot,” I reply with a wink.

We start walking, his arm wrapped around my waist as he pulls me close to his side. It feels nice; maybe too nice. Why does this freak me the fuck out? He’s just a man. A hot as hell, southern gentleman whom I happen to be dating.

No!

I’m not dating. I’m casually meeting once or twice a week and kissing frequently. Nope, not serious.

No commitment.

No expectations.

No chance of him dictating my life.

“Just relax, Mac. We’re just walking.”

Shit! What is he now, a mind reader?

His words are my salve, and I instantly melt back into him. There is something about his voice that soothes me, calms me down. It’s like he can sense my skittishness and he’s treading softly. How can this man know me so well after three dates? Well, four if you count his impromptu deli lunch on Monday.

“It’s been four dates,” I spit out, not realizing what I just said until it was too late. Damn my broken brain to mouth filter. He stops walking and turns towards me, the grin on his face unmistakable.

“And?”

“And that means we can do whatever we want to do to each other,” I reply, my smile getting wider to match the huge grin on his face.

He tilts his head to the side in that cute way he does. “So why are we still on the pier then?”

“You tell me. and we’ll both know.”

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine’s closer.”

“Let’s go,” he says gruffly, unable to hide the affect that this tangent in the night is having on him as he spins and starts walking rather quickly towards the cab rank.

As soon as I lead Daniel by the hand through my bedroom door, I find myself pinned against the wall, his hard body pressed firmly against mine as he ravages my mouth with a hunger most women only fantasize about. I return his kiss with fervor, releasing a few week’s worth of pent up sexual frustration into our kiss. His hands cradle my head as his tongue expertly explores my mouth. I shift my hands down his arms wanting to touch him, brand him like he has branded me so many times before with his words, his voice, his never ending kisses. I can’t get enough of him as we start ripping each other’s clothes off. Two and half weeks, nineteen long days without nakedness, without an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. It may be our first time together, but there is no time for seduction or niceties.

It’s hot and unadulterated, and we’re both desperate for it to start.

He falls down onto his knees after pulling my top over my head and throwing it in the general direction of my bathroom. My breathing has been reduced to small pants, whimpering as he hooks his fingers into the waist band of my jeans, deftly undoing the button, then tugging the zipper and pulling them down along with my lacy thong. His head dips towards me, immediately moving in to nuzzle the inside of my thighs as I part my legs, desperate to feel him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, his tongue is on me, flicking over my hardened clit like it’s a switch he’s trying to flick on and off. Waves of pleasure start rolling through me. Yes, it has been way too long in between visits to O-town. The things this man can do with his tongue should be studied and documented. For God’s sake, he should give lessons!

After licking and sucking me to the cusp of an orgasm, and feeling my legs tense up around him, he moves one hand to the outside of my thigh to keep me in place and snakes his other hand between my legs, a lone finger inching inside me, stroking me in time with his tongue.

“More,” I managed to spit out as he adds another finger inside of me, thrusting them in an unstoppable rhythm as my hips start to move against him. “Ahh, Daniel!” I cry out as he sucks my clit hard, flicking his tongue against it, throwing me head first into a mind bending climax that makes my legs buckle and my eyes water with amazement.

“Damn, I could never forget how you taste, Mac. You’re like the finest champagne, and all I wanna do is get drunk on you.”

“Mmm Hmm,” I murmur, trying to gather my senses and return my breathing to something resembling normal. His words are not helping me keep a clear head around him that’s for sure.

“Now, for the main course,” he announces, confidently rising to his feet while pulling his pants down and pushing them away from us on the floor.

“Maybe I should say thank-you first,” I say with a cheeky smile, kissing him ardently as I push him towards my wooden four-post bed, silently praising myself for remembering to make it before Daniel picked me up for our date.

“I’m never gonna stop you from doing that, Mac. Just kissing that mouth of yours drives me crazy,” he replies huskily as the back of his knees hit the bed and he sits down, leaning back on his hands, offering his erection to me willingly.

I’ve always loved giving head to a man. There is something powerful and thrilling about being able to bring even the most domineering men to their knees. Figuratively, of course, because it’s much easier when they’re sitting, or standing, or straddling your face.

I slowly bend down at the waist, lightly licking his tip with the flat of my tongue, earning an encouraging groan from him. I look up at him as I take his length in my mouth and see his gaze pinned to the mirror behind me. He’s realized that I’m bending over right in front of the mirror lining my closet door, and he can see everything I have to offer while I continue to deep throat his throbbing cock in my mouth. I run one of my hands down my body, settling between my legs as I use my fingers to show him exactly where I want him to be, and soon.

“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.

“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.