Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

“Yes,” he urged. “Show me what it’s like when you come.”

My hands ached from their hold on the rails and the sharp corners were unforgiving in my grip. I gasped for air and my whole body trembled as the pleasure became too much. I gave in. Submitted to it.

“God. Oh my God!” My eyelids slammed shut and sound faded from my ears. The orgasm was piercing and I fell apart in his arms, feeling broken yet free. I cried out so loud, maybe it was a scream. Heat and bliss poured from everywhere, flooding me until there was nowhere to turn to or escape. I convulsed and moaned. Fuck. Fuck, it felt so much better when he did it.

He released my legs and they fell, quaking and boneless to the comforter. The hum stopped. I blinked slowly, struggling to emerge from my fog. My heartbeat continued to pulse in my clit even after the last tendrils of the orgasm slipped away.

“Mmm . . .” I moaned. Feeling hadn’t completely returned, but he was doing something. His head was flanked by my legs, and when I strained my neck, I watched his pink tongue slide between my folds. His indecent kiss was gentle and slow, but I couldn’t watch. I was too turned on. In fact, I could feel that I was dripping.

I stared up at his plain white ceiling while he lapped at me. I needed to know everything about this man and all the filthy things he had planned for us.

“Joseph,” I whispered, making him pause. “That felt so fucking good.”

“Such language.” His mocking voice teased me. Then his mouth returned to teasing me in other ways. Warmth crept up in my cheeks when his fingers spread me further open. The tongue slid all over, changing pace, darting inside . . . and then his mouth closed around the nerves at my center, sucking.

I was sweating under his command and the air in the room was thin. It was so much worse when he sat back from me, grabbed the hem of his sweater, and lifted, stretching it up and over his head.

“Whoa,” I said.

Dark blue ink adorned his shoulder, intricate scrolls extending down his toned bicep to his elbow. Most tattoos seemed flat to me, but this one had depth. I could study it for a while and not grasp all of the beauty of the artist’s work. Of course my bad boy came with a tattoo.

A voice in my head reminded me that there were other parts of his body to look at besides the magnificent art. It didn’t disappoint either. Joseph had a narrow, lean build, where oversized muscles would look odd on him. Holy hell, his proportions were just right. He was hard and cut, and my gaze soaked in the abs that flowed down, disappearing beneath the waistline of his pants.

His long, skilled fingers worked the buckle of his belt, then tugged the zipper. He backed off the bed and dropped both his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, his massive erection reaching toward me. A chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“You look terrified,” he said. A condom was plucked from the drawer, and he tore the wrapper open with his teeth. “Don’t worry, we know it’s going to fit.”

I watched as he rolled the latex down on himself, and deep inside, I wanted those to be my hands. “You said I was going to get my turn to touch you.” I moved my wrists so the handcuffs clanged for effect.

He slid onto the bed beside me, his mouth hovering over my breast closest to him. “Well, I had other things planned tonight, baby girl, but I can’t wait any longer. I want to feel that pussy coming on me.” He nipped at my skin, making me flinch. “You do this. Make me lose control.”

His body was on top of me then, our naked flesh pressed together, and my throat closed up. No more talking.

All I wanted was what he wanted.

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TWELVE

JOSEPH

When Noemi’s dress hit the floor, I began to doubt my stupid idea that one more time would be enough. It was destroyed when she admitted she enjoyed my rough hand cracking against her ass. This girl could bring men to their knees, and seemed completely unaware. I wanted to coax that out and set her on fire.

But now I was worried I’d be the one she’d put on his knees.

Her innocence was intoxicating, and her willingness fucked with my head. I was high off of my desire. My body moved to her, independent of my mind. Her face was in my hands as I settled over her. I rained kisses over her cheeks, her jawline, down her neck. I wanted the taste of her skin always in my mouth.

Her legs wrapped around my hips, urging me to take her.

If I had any goddamn control, I’d make her wait. I’d tease, or instruct her to beg. Anticipation played a huge role in heightening sensation and giving a better experience. But I could not wait one fucking moment more.

She whimpered as I began to intrude, but her legs strengthened their hold on me, driving me forward. Pulling me deeper. I buried my face in her neck, sucking softly as I sank inch by slow inch into her.

“You like this cock inside you?” I thought I remembered how good she felt, but I’d been wrong. “Feels so fucking good.”

A groan rolled from my lips as I was buried all the way to my balls. Her pussy was an inferno. It made sense; Noemi was insanely hot. The twisted part of me loved that she was dangerous. Fucking her put everything at risk, and it turned me on more, although I didn’t need help there.

A soft moan escaped her as I began to thrust. Slow. Steady. Deep. This was prepping her for launch, not going for orgasm right away. I’d have more groundwork to lay before I’d bring her to the edge. As long as I could show a little restraint, I’d get her off. I had the Hitachi nearby to help with the final push.