Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

I sighed when his lips sucked on my clit, and gasped when the toy intruded into my pussy. I was dripping wet and it went in easily.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “I want that to be your cock.”

“Do you want to come like this?”

My eyes fell closed and I bit down on my bottom lip. Yes, the sinful voice whispered back, but I knew it would be so much better if I waited. I shook my head. It took an enormous amount of self-restraint to back up on the bed, away from his tongue. I already felt like I was going to rattle apart and we’d barely started.

I turned over and pushed up on my hands and knees, silently telling him what he should do now. Breath came and went rapidly for both of us.

“You ready?” His voice was soft and unsure.

“Oh my god, yes.”

Fingertips grazed my left ass cheek, gently pulling it to the side, and then it was there, right at that forbidden entrance. It started to advance.

“Yes,” I encouraged and it went deeper, stretching me.

“You like that?” He didn’t ask it like he was curious, because lord knows I was giving him plenty of evidence that I did. He wanted to hear how much I liked it.

“Mmm, hmm. It feels so dirty, but good. More.”

He complied and it encroached further. The stretching was uncomfortable but I knew it would pass and pleasure lurked on the other side. I placed a hand between my legs and touched myself, distracting from the initial discomfort, and heat spiraled through me.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered when the base was up against me. “I’m hard as a rock right now. That’s so hot, getting you ready for my cock like this. Your ass in the air, waiting for me to fuck you.”

I moaned and leaned forward, pressing my cheek flat against his bed and closed my eyes. Pleasure rippled through me. “Touch me.”

“You want me to play with this pussy?”

“Yes.” It fell from my lips broken and whisper-quiet when he did. Thick fingers explored and plunged inside, then drew back and teased. I rocked my hips against his hand, teetering dangerously close to orgasm.

“Take over for a second,” he commanded. “I’ll be right back.”

So he could go to the nightstand and get a coin-shaped packet. My fingers hunted over my slit, searching for bliss. Tension welled inside. Begged for release. Shit. I needed him now. Ached for him. I whimpered when he was sheathed and knelt behind me on the bed. The rough skin of his palms was set on my hips, steadying himself.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment all day,” he rumbled, although it was quiet, “when I first push inside you.” The tip of his cock was against my entrance, gently pressing in. “All I could think about was thi

s. How good you feel.” He slipped inside, just the head. Oh, god. Behind closed eyelids, my eyes rolled backward. I couldn’t breathe. “How good you make me feel.”

Further and further he descended into me, one inch at a time. My hands balled the sheet beneath them into fists. It was like he was closing the circuit between us, and electricity poured now through my body when the connection was complete.

“Did you think about me today?” It was meant to sound casual, but he’d failed. There was too much curiosity and hope in his words to hide.

“Yes.” I’d thought about him way more than I wanted to admit.

“You did, huh?” The voice behind me was pleased, and it earned me that first thrust, injecting me with a wave of pleasure, making me moan. “What did you think about?”

How could I answer? I was much too focused on what he was doing and the toy in my ass, which was starting to feel really fucking good.

“C’mon,” he goaded. “Don’t I have you distracted enough to talk?”

“I thought about how I’m going to suck you off in the shower tomorrow morning before you leave for work.” Maybe telling him ruined the spontaneity of it, but he’d asked. “You know, only if it won’t make you late.”

“It won’t make me late. I last all of a minute when I’m inside that filthy mouth of yours.” It rang out like he was annoyed with himself.

His cock pulled back and surged forward.

This was my favorite position. Him behind me and in control, easily able to dominate with a hand in my hair or the sharp crack of his hand on my ass. And that angle . . . it made him feel even larger and long, and it rubbed right at that perfect spot to make me come both inside and out.