Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

“When it’s being direct?” I gazed up at him while his fingers burrowed deeper inside my panties. “Or when it’s sucking your cock?”

His hand shifted and the fingers stirred, touching me right on my clit. “Both.”

I clutched at his chest, digging into his solid form, and curled my hands into fists so I could yank him back to me using his t-shirt. I did it so hard, I heard threads ripping. Shit.

“Hope this shirt wasn’t one of your favorites.”

“It’s rapidly becoming that,” he whispered against my mouth.

Then he kissed me so hard my eyes slammed shut, and there was nothing to do but stand there and endure it. I didn’t like to be dominated, but trapped against the wall by this enormous, sexy man . . . wasn’t quite so bad.

When his kiss let up, his fingers buried inside my pants twitched. It was the tiniest of movements, but my whole body shuddered in response. My eyes flew open and I reeled, searching and finding him. I was dizzy with need, and shifted my hips, urging him to move his hand again.

But his thick fingers just sat there, pressed against my damp, aching pussy, not moving. I needed relief. I was desperate for someone to get me off besides myself. His eyes weren’t locked onto mine. His gaze seemed to be studying my mouth and the way I struggled for breath.

He stared at my lips like he wanted to devour them. The hunger in his expression was erotic. I swallowed dryly. The throbbing between my legs was reaching epic meltdown, and both of my hands locked on his wrist to force him to move.

“You like to be in charge?” His voice was low and seductive. “That’s too bad, Regan. So do I.”

In my frenzied state, I was slow. His hand withdrew from me, and before I could form the protest, he caught both of my wrists and shoved them up over my head, pinning them to the wall. His large, strong hands crossed my wrists, and he secured them both in the grip of one hand.

My breath caught. I could escape this hold easily. A knee to the groin, or a foot to his instep which he’d never see coming. There were also several pressure points I had access to that would render him immobile long enough for me to make my escape. But any of those would hurt him, and talk about overkill. My gut said if I wanted him to let me go, all I had to do was ask.

His silver

eyes were rimmed with a darker blue at the outer edge of his irises, and it was hauntingly beautiful. He watched me as his free hand caressed over my belly, and dipped beneath the edge of my panties once more.

Silas was slower this time, as if enjoying me like this. I bit down on my bottom lip to quiet the moan when his fingers found my clit again. I was so wet. What did he think about that? Did he enjoy how much he turned me on?

His knee was between my legs and he kicked my feet further apart so I was more open to his touch. A gasp surged inward at his aggression. Once again, I felt dizzy. Not sure if I liked this, but I was sure I didn’t want him to stop, either.

That fucking hand. It just remained, barely moving and teasing me until I was going to lose my goddamn mind. I flexed my hips, sliding on his fingers, and his perfect mouth bowed into an evil smile.

“Move,” I ordered through my teeth.

He leaned in until his lips were pressed to where my pulse raced on the side of my neck, his warm breath tickling me. “You move.”

Then he drew back and his gaze dropped down to his hand that disappeared inside my pants, as if waiting. I groaned and the sound was a mixture of frustration and excitement. With my arms restrained above my head, it was as if I wasn’t in control, but at the same time, I could move on him any way I wanted.

So I squirmed on his hand. I ground my pussy against his steady fingers. It felt so fucking dirty and hot. My heart thundered in my chest and blood roared in my ears so loudly I could barely hear the rock music that streamed from his radio. If it wasn’t playing, would the only sound in the room be my uneven, hurried breathing?

“I want your fingers inside me.” Thankfully, I kept the whine from my voice.

“Then get on them.”

Oh, the fucker wasn’t playing fair. When I shifted forward, his fingers went with me, staying on my clit like it was their fucking home. Once again I hiked my leg around his back, but this time I practically climbed him to get up on his fingers. His hold on my wrists tightened when I was successful and two of his fingers began to intrude.

“Oh,” I whimpered. “Fuck.”

He positioned his fingers directly in front of his massive bulge in his jeans, and when I began to ride them, it was like we were fucking with our clothes on. Another tease I both loved and hated.

“Do you know how hot this is?” he asked, his gaze mesmerized by my undulating hips. “Watching you fuck my hand?”

I couldn’t focus on that, only on the lust ripping me to shreds. Warmth and tingling grew from where his fingers were, but at this angle, I couldn’t take them as deep as I needed. I pushed against his hold, but he held my wrists. His bicep flexed to keep me in place. When my pace increased, Silas’s control on himself seemed to disintegrate, because he moved to match my tempo. The fingers pushed much further, harder, and deeper.

My head flung back and banged loudly against the wall as I cried out, “Yes.”

I clenched my fists. Pins and needles danced over my arms as the blood began to drain from them, but I allowed it. I was so close to satisfaction, it didn’t matter.