Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

I jerked against the ties. “Oh my god.”

She followed it by using her teeth, sucking me into her mouth and nipping at my flesh. I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs at how naughty this was. If Logan walked in right now, what would he do? Would he be angry? Would he want to watch? Encourage?

“Please, Evie?” she whispered against my skin, her lips moving on me. “I’ll make you feel so good, and I promise I won’t let it get weird.”

My conflicted mind, impaired by the tequila, couldn’t raise an answer, but my body could. When she kissed me on the lips, I parted mine and gave her tongue entrance into my mouth. I kissed her back, telling myself the liquor had made this decision, like that would absolve me. I moaned against her mouth as her body rose over me and her jean-wrapped legs went on either side of my lap. Her touch was more deliberate now, caressing and exploring my skin, followed by her hot mouth. The weight of her body pressed onto my center, increasing the sensation there.

She lingered over my breasts, following the curve of my body with her delicate hands, all the while her tongue teased mine. I was as interested in her as she was in me. Her kiss was shocking, intense, and so different from his. Foreign and exotic. I sighed into her, and her against me—

She sat up abruptly for the heat of her hands was gone. Had she changed her mind?

“Payton,” I gasped, filled with worry. “What’s—?”

She moved again, using a knee to guide my legs apart. I hadn’t really considered what she’d meant when she said she hadn’t been with another woman. It hadn’t registered until this moment, when the mattress groaned and her body slipped noisily across the sheets, lower. Until she was, I assumed, kneeling between my legs. Her hair trailed behind her mouth, tickling me as she ventured downward.

“Is this okay with you?” she asked. “If I lick this pussy?”

I couldn’t breathe. My hands wrapped around the ties, balling them into fists. If kissing wasn’t cheating, this certainly had to be. My traitorous body wanted it, but my mind? That was totally on the fence. Fingertips skimmed over the inside of my thigh when her mouth pressed into the flesh where I had been freshly waxed bare a few days ago. Logan was a fan of the look, and I found it sexy too.

She didn’t wait long for my answer, which was good because I pressed my lips together. Her mouth stopped wandering and left my skin, and I heard her settle into the mattress. Warm breath again told me how close she was, only a few inches away.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” she said. “Is any of that for me, or is it all for him?”

That only made matters worse in that department. I cried out, a mixture of shock and pleasure when her fingertips found me.

“I . . .” That was as far as I got. The fingers touched and explored, steady and even. It was like she was painting bliss with her fingers on me.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked again.

But she’d already gone too far for us to turn back. I was panting, and although I probably sounded ridiculous, I couldn’t stop myself. I drew a leg up until my knee was bent and let it fall to the side, urging her to do it.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I babbled the instant her tongue grazed me. My legs jerked with pleasure, falling farther apart and giving her greater access which she took advantage of. Her hot, wet mouth covered me, and the tongue caressed, back and forth, sizzling. Need built like a volcano and threatened to erupt. “For having never done it before, you’re doing a really good job,” I uttered on staggered breath.

She let loose a deep, low moan of satisfaction. In fact, she was loud. That wasn’t surprising. I’d walked in on her touching herself once and it was quite a production. She’d been so loud, it made me wonder if I wasn’t doing it right to myself because I didn’t sound like that.

“Does that feel good?” The tongue flicked hard over the tight bundle of nerves. I pushed the thoughts away that Payton was going down on me, and focused on her wicked mouth.

“Yes,” I encouraged. “Yes, right there.” I trembled under the power of her lips buried against my wet, swollen skin until I was writhing on the bed. I moved beneath her, shifting my hips back and forth, basically fucking her face. I moaned, louder and louder with every pass of her tongue.

“Oh, shit,” I blurted out. “You’re going to make me come.”

“I thought that was the point.”

No. And yes, god yes. Her tongue darted all the way inside. Wet, velvet pleasure. That’s what her tongue was. “I’m not allowed without his permission.”

She laughed like that was funny, but it was anything but amusing to me. I couldn’t disobey his rule with all I was already doing; I was being bad enough.

“Um, what?” she said.

“We have a rule that we can’t . . . oh, god . . . not allowed to come without permission.”

She paused. “How would he know?”

I don’t know how, but I knew it with certainty. “He just would.”

Her hands dragged up my thighs until she could use her fingers to spread me back, wider into her sensual kiss. Her mouth focused on my clit, and everything in me focused on that. I fought to steady my breathing.

“Please,” I moaned, trying to draw myself away from the edge.