Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

“Fake,” he admitted. “Paige, I’m so fucking hard right now, I think it might kill me.”

He wasn’t lying; his pants were tented spectacularly. And the pole pitching the tent looked to be impressive. I wanted to see what I was going to be working with, so I sat up. He withdrew his hand from me, his expression confused.

I tilted my head up so my eyes could meet his. “Let me see what I can do about that.”

He let out a nervous breath.

“Take off your shirt,” I pointed to the wingback in the corner, “and go sit in that chair.”

The confusion continued on his face, but he hesitantly unbuttoned his cuffs as I stood up from the table. I waited until he peeled the shirt down past his toned biceps and dropped it on the table before I opened the top drawer and grabbed a handful of condoms, slipping them into the suit pocket. The jacket was so oversized on me the pockets were below my hips.

The aqua eyes stayed on me as he lowered his shirtless body into the chair. I sauntered toward him, a seductive smile splashed on my face and a sway in my hips. Which he probably couldn’t see, I realized dimly, due to the jacket. But I’ll be damned if I was going to take it off. I wanted him to do that.

“What are you doing?” There was a high level of concern in his voice when I knelt before him and went for his belt.

“I want to suck your cock.”

His chest lifted in an enormous breath. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I slid the leather end free, and my fingers focused on undoing the button beneath it. “Why not?”

“I haven’t had any in a year and I feel like a virgin. I’ll lose it in, like, five seconds.” There was that sexy blush. An embarrassed Dom was so adorable.

“Give me some credit,” I whispered. The button snapped free and I inched his zipper down over his erection. “I can get you to last at least ten seconds.”

His hand closed on my shoulder, worry lacing his voice. “No, then this will be over. I’m not eighteen. I don’t bounce back like I used to.”

“You feel like a virgin? Come in my mouth.” My hands fell onto his hips so my fingers could curl under the waistband of his pants and boxers. “I can be patient and you’ll last longer later when you’re fucking my pussy.”

He stared at me, his devastating eyes unblinking. Then, he lifted his hips in silent agreement so I could pull the fabric out of my way.

“Wow, nice.” And it was. His cock wasn’t the longest I’d ever seen, but it was definitely better than average, a gentle curve upward, and impossibly thick.

“Real or fake?”

I wouldn’t lie about the compliment. I gave him a sincere look. “Real, I promise.”

He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth when I wrapped both hands around him, one at the base and the other at the head, and squeezed.

“Shit, woman, my estimated time might have been high.”

I grinned. He was fun. When was the last time someone had given me a genuine smile while in the room? I kept my eyes on his when I leaned forward and swept my tongue across the tip of his cock.

He groaned in satisfaction. Or agony. That noise could have applied to either one. Didn’t matter, I was going to have him in my mouth. I was excited to see him unravel. Would he blush afterward? I licked my lips and slid him inside, until I was past the ridge of his head.

“Mmm . . . okay, that feels really fucking good.” He said it like a warning.

I was just getting started, too. My tongue did a cartwheel over the velvety slit on the head of his cock. His hands on the armrests of the chair tightened until he was white-knuckled.

I released him from my mouth and stared at him, letting my eyes fill with everything I felt. How badly I wanted this. How much pleasure I could give him. How I wanted to be able to do this to him for a while.

I think he held his breath when I took him in my mouth again, this time going all the way down. Holy shit, he was thick. I drew patterns with the tip of my tongue on his flesh.

“Jesus,” he groaned.

When I started to bob my head, one of his hands went to his forehead and he tilted his head back, closed his eyes. It looked very much like he was enduring torture, yet in direct conflict to that, “Don’t stop,” he ordered.

I tried to keep my hands out of the mix, not wanting to overwhelm the born-again virgin until he was ready. He let me move faster on him, taking him as deep as I could, and he hit the back of my throat on every pass. His throbbing cock was slippery with my saliva.