Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

It was hard to be in control in this position, even though I was on top. His grip on my waist helped and guided me, while his other hand pinched my nipple. And I didn’t want to slide up and down on him too fast, either, or I’d risk Tara stopping her tongue. No fucking way did I want that to happen. Her fast fluttering tongue gave me the best kind of tremors. Behind my head, his breathing was loud and ragged.

Silas was approaching his end, I could sense it. He was hard as steel and throbbing, and his breathing had graduated to a full-on pant. He moaned when Tara’s tongue dipped down to lick him.

“Shit.” He groaned it between thrusts, and sparks danced behind my eyelids.

Hearing his build triggered my own, and we fed off of each other. I’d moan, and he’d moan louder. My hand gripped his on my breast, and he bit down on my shoulder. Every action an escalation.

“Yeah?” Silas’s tone was hot. “You like that?”

“Oh, God, I do. Fuck.” I was going to lose my goddamn mind if I didn’t come soon.

“Tell me you’re close,” he said abruptly. Was there a hint of panic in his voice?

“I’m right there,” I cried.

He exhaled loudly, and slammed up into me. Tara lifted away and replaced her mouth with her fingers, and it was all too much. Way too good.

I screamed as I came. His hand slammed over my mouth, probably so the sound didn’t draw complaints from my neighbors. The ecstasy exploded, and while I shuddered under his hand, he kept me quiet enough so I could listen to him come right after me. I was falling down while he was going up.

It was such a sexy sound. His rapid, uneven breath interrupted with moans of pleasure. Inside me, the spurts triggered new waves of bliss. I fucking loved it when he came inside me, not just the sensation, but the raw, basic reward of it.

As we slowed to a stop, th

e world started again. Tara remained on her knees, staring at me with a pleased look on her face, and why not? Giving pleasure was almost as good as receiving.

I slid off of him, wondering what happened now. Fuck it. I’d try not to worry about what the right thing was, since my gut was usually wrong. I startled her with a quick kiss. “Why don’t you go get into bed? We’ll be right behind you.”

She smiled, stood, and I watched her lithe form as she walked away. God, she was stunning.

Silas’s hands smoothed up and down my arms, and his lips settled on my shoulder. “You want us to get into bed together?”

“Yeah.” It was weird, but I did. We’d shared something incredibly intimate, and I felt . . . new. I wanted to curl up, wrapped in the newness with them. “You don’t want to get into bed with two naked women?”

“You’ll get absolutely no fucking complaints from me.”

“Good,” I said in a fake stern voice.

I used the restroom while Silas threw out the condom, and then we walked into the bedroom together, hand in hand, gazing at the naked woman waiting for us.

Chapter

TWENTY-THREE

I woke up parched. What time was it? It was dark outside and we were a tangle of bodies. I extracted myself delicately from the heap, slipped on my bathrobe, and snuck away to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The coffee table was still pushed to the side and clothes were scattered in my living room. As I leaned against the counter and drank, I hoped neither of the people in my bedroom would wake tomorrow with regret.

What we’d done was risky, but hadn’t the reward been worth it?

“Hey.”

His voice startled me and the glass slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor with a loud crack. It broke into chunks and water splattered my legs.

“Fuck, sorry,” Silas said. He went to step forward, but we were both barefooted.

“Stay there, I’ve got it.” Thankfully I was right by the pantry door. I grabbed the broom and dustpan, and bent down to sweep up the jagged glass. My voice was soft and light. “Couldn’t sleep? Or did you just come in here to scare the hell out of me?”

“That wasn’t my intention. I was thirsty.” He must have grabbed his boxers at some point before coming into the kitchen. His hands rested on the waistband at his hips.

For a long moment, the only sound was the glass crunching and shifting under the broom. When it was finally done and I was sure I had all of the pieces, I stood and dumped the dustpan in the garbage, where the broken glass tumbled with a loud clang. I set the broom to the side.