Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club 5)

Whoa. I locked my knees together, holding back the rush of desire. There was something lewd yet enticing about this concept. Noemi turned to face Kyle and bent at the waist. Her hands went up her skirt, disappearing beneath the purple silk shift dress. Kyle’s blue eyes were zeroed in on her movements, and he followed the gradual descent of black lingerie as it skated down her legs.

When it was over, her underwear was abandoned on the gray flooring, and Kyle turned his attention to me. Lust was a dark shadow on his face. Not so much lust for her, I believed, but for me. For me with her.

The couch jostled as Joseph guided her back down into her spot beside me. “Sit back,” he said. “Ruby, on your knees.”

This command punched the air from my lungs with an audible sound. My heart banged in my chest and threatened to catapult from my body. It seemed pretty apparent what this was leading to, but . . . could I do it? I wanted to, yet this felt like we were skipping ahead in a choreographed dance and now I didn’t know the steps. He’d given an order, though, and I was supposed to follow it unless Kyle vetoed it.

I poured myself over the side of the couch until my knees were on the hard floor.

Joseph’s dark eyes were intense. “May I touch you?”

When Kyle and I had discussed limits for this evening, I’d said I would probably be okay with that. It’d be hard to play with anyone else if we were hung up on something like touching. I nodded, and even though I’d given him my approval, I still startled when Joseph bent and grasped my wrist in his hand.

It was so he could set my palm on her knee. He leaned over and repeated the action with my other wrist, so I had one hand covering each of her knees.

“Open her legs.”

The room was quiet, save everyone’s deep breaths, and the blood rushing loudly in my head.

Messing around with Leslie had been short and sweet. We’d all been fumbling around together, not sure of how far to go or what to do. This was nothing like that. Joseph’s dark commands and Kyle’s heavy gaze ramped up the intensity of it until I was so turned on I worried I’d come with one wrong move.

Christ, just Kyle’s hand caressing over my pants and between my legs would probably set me off.

I inched forward on my knees, positioning myself before her, and watched her expression as my palms pressed her open, forcing her skirt to ride up. I parted her legs until the fabric cut across the tops of her thighs, just barely concealing her nakedness from view. Well, from the men’s view. I could see beneath her skirt and how beautifully bare her pussy was.

Noemi’s face was teaming with desire. Her hands were splayed beside her on the blue couch, and her pink manicured nails dug gently in, as if wanting to hold on for whatever happened next.

Joseph’s hand once more wrapped on my wrist. He didn’t command me verbally, choosing instead to guide my hand up along her thigh. Goosebumps dotted her smooth skin, and as I reached the apex of her thighs, she began to quiver.

I turned my unsure gaze up to Joseph, but he smiled. “She trembles when she’s really turned on.” He stepped away, leaving us hanging right at the edge of serious girl-girl action. Was I supposed to take the final leap? What if I did something I wasn’t supposed to? He returned a moment later, holding a nearly full glass of red wine out to Noemi.

Her voice was breathless. “No, thank you.”

“I’m not asking.” His tone was direct. “You won’t drink it. You’ll hold that glass while Ruby goes down on you, and you won’t spill a drop on Kyle’s couch. There will be consequences if you do, besides them never inviting us over again.”

She took the glass in her hand, and her eyes were impossibly wide as she watched the wine slosh with her tremble. It was cautiously lowered down until the base of the glass was supported on the armrest and she gripped the stem securely. When her focus shifted from the wine to me, I swallowed hard.

Pressure pushed me forward like invisible hands, urging me to do it. She was spread before me as I shifted, settling back on my heels to a more comfortable position. He was right; she was gorgeous. Her pale, flawless skin begged to be touched, and my hands smoothed up and down her long, quivering legs. Then, I dipped my head, bringing my mouth closer until no more space was left between us.

“Oh.” It was a soft gasp of pleasure from her as my tongue tentatively glided through her valley. She was wet, warm, and incredibly soft.

“That’s it,” Joseph said. “Good girl.”

Was he speaking to her, or me?

Chapter

THIRTY-FOUR

Joseph’s praise could apply to both of us, or neither. Were we good girls? I was performing oral sex on his fiancée, all while my boyfriend watched. My tongue fluttered over her lush skin, and it unleashed a moan from Noemi. Her satisfaction gave me a shiver of pleasure.

Joseph’s voice rang out again. “Sit beside her on the couch.”

This command was for Kyle, and his footsteps got louder as he came closer. Then, he was there beside Noemi, his blue eyes staring at me and a carnal expression smeared on his face. He looked at me like I was incredible, and warmth spread through my already overheated body.

I had too many clothes on. So did he.

But we took orders from someone else tonight, which was new and interesting, and I got the feeling our clothes wouldn’t come off until we’d been given permission. How did Kyle like being under Joseph’s control? And . . . how did Kyle feel about another man telling me what to do? It was sort of dangerous and exciting.