Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

“I don’t want to fuck things up between us.” He dropped the condom packet on the sheet beside me and his hands roamed down my back, pressing me into his hard body and soft skin, and I stretched into his embrace. “Are you sure this is okay?”

I couldn’t help that my eyes fell to the condom wrapper he’d yet to tear open. I always regretted the things I didn’t do way more than the things I had done. Even though we’d been together for a short time, it felt so much longer. I felt . . . stable. Like nothing could really break us, certainly not something like sex, give

n how we’d come together in the first place. The dirtiest part of me? She wanted this. Not just the physical act, but the power it gave me.

I lifted the condom wrapper up and tore it open with shaky hands. He pulled it out and proceeded to roll it on, while I grabbed the tequila off the nightstand. I wanted this shockingly twisted act, but a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt either. I gagged at the bite of the liquor.

“Don’t break my rules,” I said, trying to sound playfully stern like he did to me, but it came out anxious.

“I won’t.” As soon as he was ready, he put his hands on my hips and pressed gently back. And left. He wanted me over her mouth, and she did too.

“Come here,” she said, her voice hushed and her hands needy on the skin of my thighs.

I think we were all nervous, all felt like we were right at the edge of something incredibly risky yet thrilling. He put one hand on her knee when he stood in between her legs, and that hand slipped down to touch her quickly, making sure she was ready to take him. His other hand looped behind my neck, his strong arm holding my head, making sure I couldn’t look away from him. Like I would want to do that.

Beneath me, her sinful tongue touched my sensitive flesh, and my sharp intake of breath let him know what she’d done. It was hard to focus on it. His dick, glistening from the condom, pressed forward until it was against her. His gaze didn’t leave mine. Not even when the head of his dick crept forward, easing inside, and he began to fuck her.

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She groaned, and her hands, wrapped around my spread thighs, tightened their hold. Oh my god, oh my god. He pushed deeper, slowly, and his eyes were black holes. Inescapable.

“Yes,” she purred, and swiped her tongue over me in response, and I gasped again.

My hands rested on my thighs, but when he advanced further inside her, I trapped his head and yanked it roughly to me. I needed the connection to him right then.

“Fuck,” she cried. “Oh god, please fuck me.”

I looked down at the body beneath me. Beneath us. Her large, perfect breasts with tight nipples called out to be touched, and since I hadn’t done it before, I set the pads of my fingertips on her skin and found it smooth yet firm. Touching her this way was addicting. Then, his first gentle thrust and her breasts shifted and returned to rest.

He had a hand on her hip, bracing himself, and his fingers curled into her flesh, strengthening their hold. His second thrust contained more power and went deeper, and this time her whole body bounced. The moan between my legs was immediately followed by a flurry of activity that had me shaking. Logan thrust again and again, picking up his pace, and with each one I was rewarded by her mouth. Maybe she’d lied about not being with another woman, too, because what she was doing to me was unbelievable.

Or maybe it was the scene before me. His face, full of concentration, was haunting and erotic as he moved in and out of her. She arched her back and dug her nails into my legs. I was panting when one of his hands grasped my breast and his other hand closed around one of hers.

“Do you like it?” I asked. “Does she feel good?”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, like I’d momentarily broken his concentration. “Yes. Do you like her eating your pussy? Because I could watch her do it all night.” His sinful voice wrapped around me. “Would you like that?”

I couldn’t render any kind of an answer.

He thrust into her hard, and she let loose an enormous sound of need and desire. “Fuck, Logan, yes. Give it to me.”

“Give you what?” he teased, drawing back so he was barely inside.

“Your cock,” she whined.

“This is Evie’s cock. So you say her name when you come.”

I trembled at his words. He drove into her, ruthless and steady, and I could feel her orgasm approaching. Her legs were wrapped tight around his waist. Her toes pointed and her muscles tighten in preparation, and her body arched off the mattress to meet his hips. Her tongue slowed down on teasing me, but watching, hearing . . . feeling her orgasm was fucking sexy. A porn right in front of me, only infinitely hotter.

“Evie, oh fuck, Evie. Shit, I’m coming!”

As it happened, Logan grabbed my shoulder and jerked me into his brutal kiss, like he wanted to devour me. He’d slowed his rhythm as she convulsed and moaned, her cries falling against my skin, but I could feel every thrust he made reverberating up his body, and his lips slammed against mine while his hips beat into her.

As she began to recover, her tongue surged again and my head lolled forward to rest on his shoulder. “Her tongue is inside me,” the tequila told him. Like last time, it felt amazing, but I craved more. “Logan—”

He must have sensed what I was about to say. “Not yet. Soon.” My gaze fell to between her legs with envy. His dick impaled her over and over again, getting faster and slicker in the aftermath of her orgasm. “I want us to make her come again.”