Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

It was bizarre, this feeling of nervousness I had, and I shook my head as if that could shake the sensation from my body. He’d seen me naked plenty, and I’d been up close and personal with his anatomy. Yet there was sunlight flooding every inch of his apartment and it was like a spotlight on every flaw in my body. He looked at me like they didn’t exist. He gave me a gaze filled with pure, unadulterated lust.

This man desired me like no one else. My feet moved backward into the bathroom so I wouldn’t break his gaze. I had blinders on; nothing else existed.

“Are you running from me?” he asked, when I backed up with a thud into the wide glass door of his shower.

“No. I like looking at you. I like how you look at me.”

Logan’s shoulders lifted in a deep breath and his eyes softened. Whoa. He liked hearing that. A hand reached out and took my wrist and silently asked me to step forward, so he could pull the door open and start the water.

It rained down from the ceiling in the large, subway-tiled glass enclosure. I’d never thought of describing a bathroom as sexy, but this room was full of sex, and not just because he was standing in it.

“I should probably warn you, we don’t really have a lot of time. I know traffic’s going to be bad on 90.”

“So, you’re telling me no dilly-dallying? Let’s get right to the sex?”

He had an enigmatic smile. “Something like that.” He pulled the door open again. “Ladies first.”

I stepped in and under the water, wiping my hair back out of my face. It was hot. I took another step further into the spacious shower to allow him to get in. Instead, his body crushed me flat against the tile, his defined chest in my back.

“It’s going to be hard, and fast, and rough. If you want to stop, tell me,” he commanded.

All of the air left my body in an instant. He wanted it rough enough we needed a warning? He flipped me around to face him and leaned me back into the tile wall, water pouring down the intense expression on his face. He had one hand stroking his dick and the other buried between my legs, his thick fingers teasing me.

I wasn’t sure my body could go from zero to sixty, but I was already turned on at the sight of him. The way his hand touched and rubbed me, caressed me . . . it took no time for the ache to build to fever pitch.

“Do you want my cock?”

I nodded, already too drunk with desire to find words easily.

“Say it.”

“I want your cock,” I said on a broken, shuddering breath.

“Where? Here?” He shoved a finger inside me, unapologetic. His face was shocking and dark, like a predator and I was his cornered prey. “Beg me for it.”

I swallowed, not really sure how to do that. “Please, Logan.”

“Not good enough. Make me believe.”

The water ran into my eyes and made him blurry. His fingers moved in a wicked sequence, touching me outside and then plunging inside. Each time he repeated it, my need and agony grew.

“Please,” I cried, “please. I have to have it. I need it.”

“What do you need?”

“Your cock.” I trembled, out of control and falling apart. “I need what only you can give me.”

His nostrils flared in approval. Then, the predator descended upon me. Hands went to the insides of my thighs and urged them apart, lifting one of my knees up so it was hooked over his forearm. His hands braced himself on the wall and he bent his knees so he was at just the right angle to impale me in one swift move.

I gave a sharp hiss at the invasion, my body not used to his size so suddenly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, having to hold on when he fucked me. It was just as he’d said it would be. Hard and fast. My body slammed into the wall from his thrusts. The sound of us colliding over and over again was just loud enough over the shower.

The water running off of him was salty with sweat and I licked my lips, tasting it. Tasting him, since we hadn’t kissed. The hand not holding my leg up abandoned the wall and locked onto my breast, squeezing so hard it was right at the edge of pain.

But it was so fucking hot. Not just the shower, but what he was doing.

I should have been upset by this. That there had been no requests or apologies. No compromise. This was all about his pleasure. I was a prop, a doll for his command.

Yet, I loved this. Surrendering completely to him, allowing him to take exactly what he wanted. Letting him yank my other knee up around him so he held me up, pinned to the wall, and could drive into me harder, crashing my back against the unforgiving tile. I arched, pressing my breasts against him, letting my wet body slide against his.