Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club 5)

“Good girl.” His tone was soothing. “Relax. Whatever you feel, I want you to go with it.” His two fingers pumped faster, and hers moved quickly to match his pace. I was so busy watching, I barely realized he was addressing me. “Do it exactly like I am.”

His hand retreated all the way out, and he shifted out of the way. He wanted me to take over? I set my left hand on her knee, and eased my first two fingers inside her, where she was wet and hot. When Joseph had stopped, she’d slowed her own movement, but it resumed as I thrust inside her, aiming for the same angle he’d been using.

“Here,” he said, once again tapping the spot low on her stomach, directing me.

Her eyes were half-lidded. “Mmm . . . shit, that feels good.”

Joseph slipped an arm around Noemi’s waist, but his gaze stayed on Ruby. “You’re going to think the word ‘go’ now. Visualize it.” His tone was hypnotic. “Faster, Kyle. What word are you thinking, Ruby?”

I pumped my fingers in and out. Her eyes were shut, her face twisted with concentration, and the word was breathless. “Go.”

“That’s it, good. Keep repeating it in your head. Over and over.” His voice dropped low as if only speaking to me. “Get stable, because you’re going to pick up speed. Her knee might give out. If it were me, I’d put my other hand on the tabletop.”

I leaned over her, supporting myself on my knees and the hand flat on the wood as I moved faster.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Her hands slapped against the table, then one reached out and latched onto my arm. Her feet were on the floor, but she rose on the balls of her feet, tilting her pelvis.

“Faster,” Joseph ordered. “Go as fast as you can and you don’t stop until I say so.”

I gazed at the woman beneath me and focused. I slid my fingers in and out of her body so fast, my hand was a blur. The force of my rapid thrusts made me vibrate. My chest heaved with the demand to maintain the furious tempo, but I kept up.

“Go, Ruby,” he ordered. His tone was like mine could be, only his was even more demanding “Go, Ruby. Go, go, go—”

She grunted out a sound that was beyond pleasure, and her body seized. It clamped down on my fingers, tighter than I’d ever felt before, and liquid heat burst from her. She erupted in a scream so loud, the neighbors had to have heard it.

I continued to fuck Ruby even as she was coming, and she grew wetter, and wetter. It poured from her in a gush, drenching the towel beneath her. It soaked my hand, and as I pumped, more slung out onto the towel.

“Okay, Kyle,” Joseph said over Ruby’s loud moans.

As I slowed, everyone could hear how wet she’d gotten as soaked skin met soaked skin. It wasn’t like the fake shit in porn; it was more of a rush as she came, and it was infinitely hotter. Her grip on my arm was fierce, and stayed tight while she climaxed, bucking on the tabletop. The orgasm was continuous. Pulse after pulse inside squeezed on me and I stared at her with disbelief. My cum was still on her chest, and I watched the rise and fall of it as she slowly drifted back to earth.

Her hand loosened and thumped to the table as she was finally spent.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I said. “Holy shit, Ruby. You’re so fucking sexy. Goddam, sweetheart. Fuck.”

I withdrew and launched forward, clasping her face in my hands and planting my lips over hers. I tried not to overwhelm her as she was still panting, but I was greedy. I wanted the connection to her.

Her voice was exhausted but trying to stay strong. “I hope you took good notes. I’m going to want to try tha

t again sometime.”

I gave a wicked laugh. “You better believe it.”

We stayed like that on the table, kissing softly as she continued to recover. My tongue dipped into her mouth and slid over hers. I couldn’t use it to find adequate words, so I my kiss would have to do.

We were poor hosts. We lingered, making out on the coffee table while our friends washed up and dressed. Eventually, I asked Noemi’s help in grabbing a shirt from my closet, and took the towel from beneath Ruby to help wipe her off.

Noemi reappeared. Had fate forced her hand in selecting the oversized t-shirt? It read “Randhurst Law School” on the front as Ruby slipped it on.

Joseph and Noemi gathered their things. He offered to move the coffee table back, but I declined. I sensed the evening was over between us, and was anxious to have some time with Ruby all to myself.

“We had a great evening,” Joseph said as we followed them to the door. “We should do it again sometime.”

The t-shirt on Ruby hung almost to her knees, but as she wrapped an arm around my waist, it crept up her thighs. She nodded and glanced at me.

“I think we’d like that,” I said. “Thanks for coming.”

The statement hung awkwardly for a moment, but he didn’t seem to care. He extended a hand for a shake while the girls hugged each other. “Invest in towels. Now that she knows she can, it’s more likely to happen.”