Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

“But you— Goddamnit.”

He throbbed when I had him back in my mouth. It was a stupid rule to enact. Illogical, but I convinced myself avoiding true sex in this room was important. A quiet, feminine moan came from behind me, and he grew harder still. I stroked my tongue up and down his length, following my lips with my hand.

I was quaking with need, though. I had one hand gliding on his cock, and the other up my skirt, touching my soaked panties.

It was anything but quiet in the room.

Silas’s heavy breathing mixed with Tara’s moans, and I joined the chorus when I pushed my fingers beneath my panties and rubbed where I ached.

“Shit, Regan. Fuck.”

All of the curse words, and yet the way he said my name was the dirtiest. The sexiest. I rubbed myself harder, wanting to get off while I controlled how he came. Flames licked at me, hotter than the sun. The power in this room was intoxicating.

Tara’s moans heightened to cries of ecstasy. It sounded as if she was squirming. “Oh,” she gasped. “I’m coming!”

I pumped on Silas as deep as I could, pulling back until the ridge of his cock was at my lips, the jewelry clinking against my teeth, then plunging down. Faster. Harder. My hand clasped him tightly, stroking along with my mouth. And between my legs I ground my fingers against my clit, just as hard and fast.

Everything was tingling as my orgasm approached.

“Yes,” Silas said. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

He had one of his large hands resting on his thigh, and the fingers balled into a fist. In fact, all of the muscles in him solidified. He was right on the edge, and I was ready to hurl him over it. I released my hold on the base of his cock, sinking my mouth down to my gag reflex, and let my fingers brush between his legs. Past his balls to the sensitive spot of skin beneath. I rubbed and teased I was going to venture even further—

Warm, thick liquid shot into my mouth as he pulsed, and Silas’s whole body shuddered. He seized my head, getting me to move on him at the pace he needed to lengthen his orgasm. The moans that came from him were obscene and incendiary.

They were exactly what I needed.

Bliss ruptured from my core, snaking outward. The orgasm tore through me, hot and sharp. I barely had time to swallow before I was gasping for breath. Holy fuck, it felt so good. Almost as good as when he did it. I halted my movement, enjoying every last second of t

he waves as they crashed through me.

I recovered, I pulled off of him, and laid my head on his thigh.

The position was that of a submissive, but I was too spent to move. My eyes fell closed. I had to catch my breath, then I’d evaluate everything I’d just done and how I was going to come out the other side of it.

What the—?

Strong hands gripped my biceps and lifted, dragging me into his lap. I struggled half-heartedly against him, but he was too strong. Too much to resist. I sighed when he had me draped in his lap, one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, holding me.

His face was like a sculpture. Perfectly symmetrical and expertly crafted. I was defenseless against it, especially as stubble darkened his jawline, accentuating his cheekbones. I put a hand on his cheek to steady myself.

“Come home with me,” he whispered in my ear. “If you think I’m going to let you slip away a third time, you’re fucking wrong.”

“I can’t,” I said. “But you can buy me dinner. I hear that’s the polite thing to do.”

Guarded hopefulness splashed on his face. “Yeah? When?”

It’s one meal, I told myself. I could lay out ground rules on how to keep things . . . casual. “I have to work tomorrow.” With any luck, Roland would come in. “Sunday?”

“Okay. You’ll meet me at my place at six.”

Seriously? I gave him a sharp look.

His eyes lit with amusement. “Oh, yeah. Can you meet me at my place at six?”

Inside me there was a tiny thrill, but I squashed it and faked indifference. “I suppose.”

He didn’t fall for it, and victory flashed in his eyes. It was seriously hot. So I squirmed free from his hold and got the hell out of there before I considered redrafting my ‘no fucking a client’ policy.