Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

He flashed a victorious smile, and claimed my mouth the same moment he claimed my body. My groan of enjoyment sounded suspiciously like suffering. The tight fit of him inside me . . . it felt so impossibly good.

Then he moved.

Hips rolled, touching me inside and out. He was on top of me, inside me, all over me . . . fucking everywhere. His subtle movements increased the tension in my core.

Something like a sob swelled in my chest. The ache for release. So strong I could taste it. Everything else faded out. Just the need remained. I moaned and cried out, thrashed beneath him. I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t sure I could go on living if he didn’t get me there.

His lips were by my ear but it sounded like his voice was in my head. In my fucking thoughts. “Are you going to come for me?”

I hissed out the word. “Yes.”

“How badly do you want to come for me?” His thrust was deep. Wicked, and possessive. “I want to hear the desperation in your voice.”

Desperation was right. I began to panic. My whole body shook and I clutched him as best I could with my hands tied. “I want to, so bad. So. Fucking. Bad.”

“I think you’re ready.” His head ducked out from the loop of my arms and—

Terror descended into my voice. “Dominic!”

He pulled out of me and sat back on his heels, his eyes incredibly intense. “Come for me. Now. Right fucking now. Don’t make me wait another second.”

This command in that rough voice lit a fuse that spiraled into me, burning deeper and deeper, until it set off the explosion. My mind drained of thought. Eyes rolled back in my head. Holy fuck. I arched my back and screamed. “Shit, I’m coming! I’m coming!”

He wasn’t even touching me. Dominic sat shock-still, watching the pleasure seize and tense my body; hot, consuming, and leaving nothing in its wake. I couldn’t find air and didn’t give a fuck. I wanted this to last forever. Wanted him to make it go on forever. The sharp edge of the orgasm flooded through me and washed away slowly, one layer at a time.

“Did you like that?” His voice was audio sin.

I nodded, unable to speak. Still couldn’t really breathe. The orgasm had been so intense, I needed more time to recover. As I did that, I was only faintly aware he was undoing the scarf from my wrists. Everything was tingling.

His warm body pressed against mine when it was done and I had my hands free. They settled on his broad shoulders, drifting downward when he shifted between my legs and his cock began to sink into me again.

Dominic had made me come without touching me. Sure, he’d prepped me, but in the end it was his rough, dirty voice that got me there. Had he done it because he worried my orgasm would set off his, or had he done it simply because he could? Didn’t matter once he resumed fucking

me. Nothing did but that connection to him, and those deep, furious thrusts that put me back on the climb toward ecstasy.

And that kiss. That fucking kiss. I moaned into his soft mouth, not wanting my lips to leave his. His skin felt like it was on fire beneath my palms, which slid further down so I could dig my nails into his ass. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist and I rose up off the mattress, trying to meet him like I couldn’t get enough of his cock. Because I couldn’t. His joke about not getting attached to it drifted through my head.

It was a million degrees trapped underneath him and we were both sweating. His hair was damp around the temples and I could feel the hair sticking to the back of my neck, but no way was I going to let him slow down, and the determined look on his face said that wasn’t going to happen anyway.

“Fuck,” he groaned, burying his face in the side of my neck, his ragged breathing loud in my ear. “You feel so good. I’m not going to let you leave this bed for the next two weeks.”

But I had plans. Sex on the dining table. The couch. Maybe the shower if it was big enough. He dipped a hand beneath my back, slipping down to grab a handful of my ass and squeeze, hard.

The tension wound tighter inside, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Fuck. Too good. I was going to explode.

“You’re going to . . . make me come . . . again.” Could barely breathe.

He gave me a teasing look. “That’s the plan, genius.”

The hand not holding my ass latched on to my breast so he could tilt it up into his mouth, skimming over the sensitive skin with the sharp edge of his teeth. I cried out, squeezing my legs harder around him and bringing my knees up so they were almost beside his head. My back arched up as pleasure mounted and took hold, gripping me in another orgasm. Weaker than the first spectacular one, but still fucking awesome.

“Sssh,” he whispered while grinning.

“You don’t like . . . that I’m vocal?” I panted out.

“Are you kidding me? I do, but my neighbors probably don’t.”

“Fuck your neighbors.”