Mirin, Christelle - Morgan's Protégé [Bonding Camp 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (9 page)

“She’s going to come,” a voice, Justice’s voice, said over her shoulder from behind. “I can feel her cunt squeezing my fingers.”

Morgan released her mouth from his assault. “Don’t come yet, Grace. Not yet.”

She swallowed hard, her throat tight, and fought the urge to give in to sweet release. She dug her fingers into Morgan’s shoulder and clenched her jaw.

Justice’s fingers pulled out of her pussy and didn’t return. Morgan’s fingers released her clit. She felt like she wanted to cry. She needed to come, needed it badly. She shifted on the bed, arching her body.

“Damn, Morgan, she really wants it,” Justice said, smoothing a hand over one cheek of her ass.

“Do you want it, baby?” Morgan asked, his breath warm on her face.

“Yes, Morgan.”

“Tell me,” he said, pinching her nipple. “Tell me what you want.”

It seemed all of her muscles were twitching, pent-up energy coursing through her. She needed release or she as going to explode. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice raspy. “Please…”

A chuckle rumbled from Morgan. “That’s my girl.” He planted a kiss on her lips. “Tell me again.”

She wanted to whine but kept herself from doing it. “Oh please, somebody please fuck me,” she whispered.

“I’m going to give this girl some relief,” Justice said. He dipped his fingers in her pussy and swirled them in her cream, then slicked it into the cleft of her ass. Then his fingers parted the cheeks of her ass, and the head of his cock nudged her anus.

Grace moaned, lifting her leg up higher and parking her heel on Morgan’s hip, spreading herself as far as she could.

“Nice,” Justice said, then pushed inside her slowly. “Oh hell, she is tight.” His breath hissed.

Grace quivered, trying to relax her muscles, as he seated himself into her ass. Her body stretched to accommodate him, the burn of the pleasure-pain causing her to breathe through her mouth. His fingers dug into her hip, and he began to move. The friction was exquisite, but she needed more. She clutched at Morgan’s shoulder. “Morgan, please…”

He heard her call. With a groan, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Without any more hesitation, he drove deep, his cock hot and hard. “This what you want?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured, catching her bottom lip in her teeth before she called out.

The two men moved opposite each other. Justice thrust into her ass as Morgan pulled out of her pussy. Then Morgan pushed into her wet cunt, and Justice withdrew from her ravaged anus. The movements worked with each other, creating more heat. Her pussy was so wet that each time one of them pumped into her, the sound of hot, wet fucking filled the room, their bodies slickly sliding against each other.

Grace’s hair was damp with sweat. The heat from the men’s bodies emanated to burn her skin front and back. She licked her upper lip and tasted salty sweat. Her whole body was dewed with it, her skin slick. Their hands moved over her in a sultry massage as they fucked her. She let her body go limp and just allowed the sensations to overtake her. Her breath came in short gasps through parted lips. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. The swirling tightening of an imminent orgasm had begun, and soon her world would shatter. Her arm still draped over Morgan’s neck, she flapped her hand against his back. Two men breathing hard and groaning as they drove in and out of her was the sexiest accompaniment she’d ever heard, a hot, sensual display of the way her body pleased them. She flapped her hand again, her body jerking with the force of their thrusts.

“Come, baby,” Morgan finally ground out. “Squeeze my dick in that beautiful pussy of yours.”

Grace opened her mouth and screamed, her back arching, her world shattering into a million shiny pieces. Sparks snapped at her nipples like little electric teeth nipping at them. Lightning shot up her spine to the back of her tongue, buzzing. Her pussy convulsed, clenched, then clenched again. Her ass zinged with sensation, her muscles bursting with pure sensual pleasure.

Both men stiffened, their cocks burying deep inside her at the same time as they spilled their hot seed inside her. The room was filled with groans and heavy breathing as they all reached heaven at almost the exact same moment.

Grace struggled to catch her breath, her world mending itself back to something close to sanity. “I need air,” she said, patting Morgan’s shoulder. Slowly they came apart, giving her some room. A chill rushed over her at the loss of the body heat that had encased her when both men were on either side of her. Gooseflesh raced over her skin, and she shivered.

“Are you cold?” Morgan asked after he reached over to the nightstand and turned on a dim light.

“Yes, a little,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself. “I think it’s because you two got me so hot the room now feels like a refrigerator.”

“Well, I can fix that. Come here.” He pulled her to his side and wrapped his arm around her.

She curled into him, her cheek resting on his chest just above his heart.

The bed shifted behind her. “I’ll leave you two alone,” Justice said, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. “I need to give Lauren a call this morning anyway.”

Grace turned and looked at him. “Thank you, Justice.”

He smiled at her. “What are you thanking me for? I should be thanking you.” He nodded at Morgan. “I’ll be leaving today. See you in the office on Monday.”

“Have a safe trip. Give Lauren a hello for me.” Morgan hugged Grace tighter.

Justice gave them a small wave and left the room. A moment later, Grace heard the door in the living room open and shut.

“Morgan?” She traced a circle with her fingertip on his chest.

“Hm?”

“Lauren is Justice’s wife, isn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“Does she participate in bonding camp? I mean, with the staff and all?” Grace wondered just how many people at the office enjoyed the benefits of bonding camp.

Morgan let out what sounded like a satisfied sigh and settled into his pillow a bit further. “Yes, Lauren does participate. She has a penchant for handcuffs. Likes a bit of bondage, like you. But you, Grace, seem to like it a bit more extreme.” He chuckled.

Grace slapped his stomach.

“Hey!” He jerked.

Grace pushed back and looked up into his face. She raised one eyebrow. “Don’t you like that I like it a bit ‘extreme?’”

“Of course I do. You like extreme. I like to be extreme with you. Why did you hit me?” He frowned comically at her.

“I hit you because you laughed.”

“I laughed because I’m happy.”

Her heart skipped a beat then filled with emotion. “Really? You’re happy?”

“Very happy.” His frown turned to a soft smile. “I think you and I are a perfect fit, actually.”

Grace damped down the urge to cry. She sniffled and tucked her head, laying it on his chest again.

“Grace? What’s wrong, baby?” Morgan placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head back up. “Talk to me.”

Grace placed her palm over his heart, feeling the strong, steady beat. “There’s nothing wrong. I just never expected to find someone like you when I applied for the internship. Someone who could fill my needs so perfectly. I’ve never been able to allow someone to have control of any situation, until I met you, Morgan. I do truly love you. I know I’m young, and you’re older, but I know what I want. I want you.”

Morgan ran his fingertips over her forehead and down her cheek. “Do you think you can put up with an older man?”

She smiled. “Not only can I put up with an older man, I can learn from him.”

A smile burst across his lips. “You are turning into so much more than my protégé. I can’t wait to get you into the office and find out just how spunky you can get.”

“So, I’ve definitely got the job then?”

He laughed, loud and long. “Are you serious? I wanted a protégé, and I’ve found the perfect one. Not only do I think you’ll do well in the office, you seem to be a fast learner here at the compound, too.”

“I’ve still got a lot more to learn.”

“I’m just the man to teach you.”

Grace captured his face in her hands and kissed him, long and hard. “So, we’re in agreement. I need an internship, and you need a protégé. I want a man in my life, and you want a woman.”

“We are totally in agreement. Shall we make it official?” Both his eyebrows rose.

Grace suddenly sat up. “What are you saying?” she asked, looking down into his deep, dark eyes.

Slowly, he rose to a sitting position. Looking at her eye to eye, he cleared his throat. “Grace, I never thought I would say this to anyone. I’ve never found a woman who could stand up to me like you do. Nor have I found one who enjoys what I like in the sexual arena except you. I’ve thought about this all night, and I’ve come to a decision.” He took her hand in his. “Grace, I don’t want to lose you. I know you have a chance at Harvard and want to continue your education after the summer of interning at the firm, but I want you near me. I’m different when you’re around. I don’t feel like I need to keep everything closed up inside me. I can actually be myself with you.” He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. “I’d like to make our relationship official. Grace, will you marry me?”

She swallowed. A lump had formed in her throat while he was talking, and she wasn’t sure she could find her voice. Clearing her throat, she began to speak. “Morgan, I love you, and I would jump at the chance to marry you but…” Her voice trailed off when she saw a shadow pass over his eyes. “I hope you understand, but I want to finish my education. I’ve worked toward it all my life, and I can’t just throw that away. Do you understand?”

He nodded. “I do.” He let out a small laugh. “I thought you might say no. But let me negotiate.” He cocked his head. “Let me ask you this. If I paid your tuition to Harvard and you went ahead and completed your education, would you say yes?”

She almost wanted to laugh.
A formidable lawyer and a budding lawyer negotiating about a marriage and an education.
“Okay, Morgan, I’ll bite. What do you propose?”

“I
propose
that you marry me, spend your free time with me, enjoy your life with me. And in return, I will finance your education, support you in every way I can whether it be as a sounding board, a shoulder to cry on if you ever need one, a husband who loves you more than the universe is wide, and will be there for you to even help you with your homework.”

Her heart was racing. Could it be true? Was she still dreaming or was this real? “You realize, if I attend Harvard, I will have to live near there, right?”

“Of course I realize that. Do you realize the firm has its own plane and it would make the commute between here and Harvard very short? Do you also realize I have enough money to buy a home near the campus and can do much of my work from home, only commuting when I actually have to make an appearance in court?”

She wasn’t cold any longer. Excitement flushed her with warmth, her mind and spirit soaring. “Under those conditions, with you supporting me in my quest to further my education, I accept your proposal, Mr. Moss.”

“Seriously? You’ll marry me?” His eyes were wide now, and he looked very much like a little boy.

“Yes, Morgan. I will marry you.” Her grin was so wide it was hurting her cheeks.

Jumping from the bed, Morgan snatched her from it and twirled her around. She laughed, dizzy with happiness and the swirling room. “Morgan, put me down!”

He set her on her feet. “I can’t help it. You make me feel like a kid. I don’t have to be the imposing lawyer around you.” He dipped down and kissed her. “I love you, Grace.”